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Know this, see this is what I expected from keeping this story going– A complete lack of ideas and writer's block. Bare with me people...and I'm sorry if it bites ass...but i don' think its that bad really...depends on what you like.
As you should have picked up on, this story is now entering its close.
Secret
3 weeks later...
Castle Oblivion was haunted - haunted by the power of light, haunted by the keyblader. Steadily the darkness around them was fading, replaced by the dreams of Sora as his memories came into view, Zexion fought everyday to keep going, the organization was ripping apart at the seams. Kinks and broken links were visible each day as the keyblade grew close, but no link was more broken then the respect Zexion had lost and no kink was larger then the kink that had divided him and Larxene.
In his sleep he had reflected on everything he had said, now, now he didn't even think it was worth it. Nothing he could do would earn back the image he once held aganist his fellow memebers, he was a fool for believing he could. He was a fool on many scales, hadn't it been him who aided his fellow scientist that eventually lead them to this state? Hadn't he been the fool to allow Vexen's experiment to live, the replica had been Vexen's end - Vexen had died for it. Axel saw to that, Axel, Marluxia, and Larxene.
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Larxene felt her sanity tearing away from her a piece at a time. Marluxia was losing fast aganist everything, Sora was proving difficult. She would act soon if her doubt won her over, Marluxia's plans were slow and uneffective - maybe if she visited Sora herself she'd prove to Marluxia that she had never been plotting aganist him, maybe he'd even let her see Zexion again.
But Sora could wait for later, Larxene was bored and in a bad mood - Axel would be her next target. Hell, the pyro bothered her. His cocky attitude and sometimes strange almost depressing sayings got under her skin, wasn't Zexion depressing enough? He was emo enough for the whole castle! Axel didn't need to fill in.
Larxne shook her head, thinking of Zexion made her feel even more hopeless. So she sought out the Flurry Of Dancing Flames she couldn't remember the last time she had given him a good beating.
His room was on the upper levels, and thats where you could find him most of the time - the last three weeks he had taken to staying in his room...since he had killed Vexen. He had killed Vexen to prove himself so Larxene would kill Sora to prove herself.
Great minds think alike, she mused.
Hey maybe Axel could be your new friend? Nahhh...you're not that desperate.
Besides Larxene was sure no one could replace the bonds she shared with Zexion.
She was about to enter Axel's room when she heard his voice and paused to listen.
"Could this plan be any better? Marluxia loses and I gain, He'll realize soon that he can't win, the keyblader is just too great. And as for Larxene, stupid girl will follow him blindlessly into her own doom, she's too proud and too stubborn to know her place!"
Axel's voice sounded cracked and strained, filled with emotion and sadistical joy in his ideas. He really wasn't staging this. Larxene thought about all he'd done, killing Vexen had been a sham just to win them off! He was betraying them, selling them off for himself. In the end he would come out of this the victor!
Larxene felt the darkness suffocate her, she was drowning in the pit of lies and deeds she had done. Realization struck her and she discovered there was no hope for her, she would lose this. With Axel knowing their plans and with his strength, she was going to die.
And yet she felt no fear, she would accept death and let it free her from the emptyless void. Maybe then she would feel something – however she would not accept death from the keyblader, she would kill him and die elsewhere. That Sora kid was the reason this had all happened, had he just stayed where he belonged and let reality set in their plans would have remained firm!
Really what did she have? Nothing, she had nothing left, because she was a nobody, a nothing.
Tears of nothing rolled down her cheeks, begging for release, and she ran for the only comfort she knew. The walls of her room.
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Thud, thud, thud.
That sound followed him wherever he would go. Most days it had become so natural that he hardly payed attention to it, but nowadays not paying attention could get you killed.
Thud, thud, thud.
His boots hit the marble floors with a satisfying sound as he strolled the upper levels. He needed to get out of that lab, filled with its emptiness. In recent days he would stroll the upper floors, stopping often at the door to Larxene's room. But he never knocked, or entered. He would always make sure no one saw him stroll by either.
Today was to be no different, certainly nothing else except the pressence of two keyblades and light power were new. He came close to a door, secluded at the end of a hallway, Larxene's room. He stopped with a sigh and imagined what she could be doing now.
The hallway feel eerily quiet as the thud of his boots stopped. There he heard it, the soft cries of someone in pain. Zexion intrigued, pressed his ear to her door and listened to the sobs that might have broken his heart when he still had it. Judging by the feminine tone of the sobs it was definalty Larxene crying. He thought of walking away, why would she need him? But something told him no, and instead he for once knocked on her door.
The cries stopped as a silence passed and a voice trying to sound tough answered.
"Whoever the hell you are, go away!"
"Larxene its me."
There was another silence that passed before he heard hurried footsteps, the door swung open and he was embraced with a bone crushing hug. This time without fear he let his arms wrap around her back pulling her in, he took in the feeling of her aganist him.
"Why are you crying?"
Larxene pulled away and Zexion noted that the spark that always lit her eyes was now gone, she beckoned him into her room closing the door behind him.
"Its everything! Marluxia is failing fast and I know he won't stand another chance aganist Sora, everything I worked for, everything I hoped for - is gone!"
Zexion could relate to her and he felt her pain, their nonexsistent pain.
Larxene's voice cracked again with her anguish, "A-A-Axel's been plotting aganist us, I-I-I think he a-always has, I don't stand a chance aganist this any longer. I can't stand this any longer."
More tears rolled away from her eyes and Larxene embraced him again, fingers grasping hard to his cloak as she buried her face into his shoulder.
"Our ends are already decided for us," Zexion replied.
He felt Larxene nod as a soft sob rose up.
"What will happen next I wonder."
Larxene froze aganist him for a moment before lifting her head up and looked into his eyes. Zexion wondered how nothing could ever create eyes like hers.
He felt himself being pulled in, no he wasn't being pulled in, Larxene's arms were asking and he was just responding, her lips met his in a soft kiss, surely nothing had ever been more gentler. Zexion had never thought of this and surprisingly he never wanted anything else. Their kiss became more passionate and he felt Larxene tremble with it.
Was this what it was like? How can nobodies feel this way? They can't..its impossible!
But here he was, feeling something so close to...love.
The kiss ended. Larxene looked at him with a faint smile.
"I guess will have to wait." She said.
"It would look so."
"I wonder what everyone else will think."
"No one has to know," was his reply.
Larxene answered him with a smirk, "Yeah, it could be our little secret."
Zexion leaned down to kiss her, "A secret it is."
-END-
ahhh...there it is...the ending...so yah...I thought because Larxene rolls like that, she'd be the first one to kiss...so overall the ending doesn't suck like I thought it would...yah I'm sad to see this go but hey I'm going to make another story this time with a different pairing,any suggestions?
Leave a review or I'll will be forced to stop listening to the plot bunnies!
