Yeah yeah I don't own KH (because I wouldn't be here writing about it, I'd be off pysching out).
Hallooooooooo everybody!
I'm really sorry for being gone so long, but I had a really great vacation, so maybe that compensates a little (hehe...or not). Anyway, I was half way across the world!...More like a third of the way across but who's counting...anyway. I'm going to start writing as soon as possible. I'd like to specially thank all of you for reading, especially those of you who reviewed (those reviews kept me fueled, thanks you guys). I got some very nice messages (yay!). So now, I will try my best to write something of interest. Thanks again, hope you all had an awesome summer break!
I think this is how this story is going to be set up: it's going to alternate between general stories of the castle and the individual stories of the Organization members. You asked for moreLarxel, so here's a bit more...Enjoy!
Lexaeus was huffing and puffing his way up the stairs as he ran up from the gym in the lower levels of the Castle. When he reached the main floor, he quickly found himself face-to-face with Marluxia. The Silent Hero sneered at the lower level Organization member. "You're in my way," he stated crudely, his lip curling in disgust.
Marluxia returned to the glare. "I will move as soon as you move your large frame out of the stairway." Even though the Graceful Assasin was in charge of Castle Oblivion, the higher level Organization members certainly did not approve of it, or enjoy being ordered about by number 11. The two were at a stalemate, neither willing to move out of the other's way. "Why do you spend all that time in the gym?" Marluxia asked, even though he was sure he already knew the answer.
Lexaeus face muscles twitched. "I don't know," he answered.
"Oh really?" Marluxia teased. "You don't know?"
"No, I do!" the other Nobody protested instantly. "I don't have to answer...or talk to you."
"No, you just don't know," Marluxia taunted.
"No uh!"
"Yeah huh!"
"No uh!"
"Yeah huh!"
"HEY!"
The two stopped shouting for a moment to look around for the third party that had so rudely interrupted their arguing. Both of them stilled as they realized it was Xaldin, the third upmost Organization member. Marluxia angled his head, seeing a cloaked figure following the other Nobody closely. But since the hood was up, he couldn't tell who it was.
"Hullo Xaldin, Larxene," Lexaeus said, his loud voice seemingly pounding through the halls. Xaldin raised one hand quickly to his ear, as if disturbed by the noise.
"What makes you think that's Larxene?" Marluxia hissed to the muscular Nobody. "There are 13 of us, it could easily be Vexen, or Saix!"
"Well Larxene walks differently. She has a different shape too," Lexaeus answered in his normal monotone, as if it was obvious and that Marluxia was a complete moron (this was usually a common topic choice for yelling among the members of the Organization).
"Why thank you," Larxene said sweetly, sauntering over to the others, flipping her hood down. "I'll take that as a compliment, whether it was one or not."
Xaldin pointed his fingers accusingly at the two males. "You two need to keep it down in here, you're disturbing the rest of us. Lexaeus."
"Yes?"
"Move away from the stairs. Marluxia, move out of his way."
Reluctantly, he side stepped one way as Marluxia moved the other. "Oh look," Xaldin said, as if he were talking to two small children. "Wasn't that easy." Xaldin continued moving through the large hall of the main floor, towards the opposite side where there was a kitchen. Lexaeus jogged up the main flight of stairs, his arms swinging uselessly at his side.Marluxiaand Larxene were left staring at each other. Larxene crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at the Graceful Assasin.
"Oh shut up," Marluxia snapped, heading down the stairs towards the basement levels. Larxene smirked to herself and turned around to start heading up the stairs as well, only to find herself face to face with another Organization member. She shrieked in surprise, and the other member chuckled in amusement.
"Axel!" she yelled, crossing her arms as her mouth formed into its signature pout. "What the hell do you think you're doing!"
The redhead shrugged. "I heard a lot of yelling and it seemed like things were going to get crazy. I thought maybe I'd come and watch, point and laugh, that sort of thing."
"Ooh, so that's it!" Larxene said, her head bobbing slightly as she mocked him. "Maybe we'll just have to have a rumble sometime!" She charged past him, towards the great stairway. She heard the ripple of cloaks as Axel quickly turned to hurry after her.
"Well maybe we could just get something to eat togetherinstead," Axel suggested. Larxene shot the weilder of a fire a strange look.
"We eat together all the time. What's your point?" she said.
"Well instead of waiting till dinner," he said, panting slightly to keep up with Larxene as she started to quickly jog her way up the stairs. "We could get a snack...or something." Larxene abruptly stopped on one of the stairs, causing the surprised Axel to trip and tumble down the stairs. He hit the white polished floor with a thump. He didn't move.
Larxene crossed her arms and stomped her foot down in annoyance. "Come on Axel, that act's old!"
The cloaked body stayed still.
She looked around the hall to see if there was anybody else to prove that the guy was faking it. The hall was empty except for them. "Axel!" she yelled in annoyance, her arms uncrossing in frustration. "I know you're just joking!"
Predictably, he didn't move, his face turned away and pressed against the cold floor.
Starting to lose confidence in her theory, Larxene said more quitely, in a normal voice (which echoed all the same), "Axel?" When he didn't answer, she rushed down the stairs and kneeled down by his body, turning him over. "Axel, Axel come on wake up," she said, shaking him slightly. His eyes stayed shut. As pure panic started to flood her body, she pressed a hand against his face. "Axel? Come on, please," she said softly. Her hand strayed to the tear drop tatoos on his face, which two fingers traced slowly before moving to push the strands of hair out of Axel's face. His usually spiky hair had been flattened by his fall, and through an act of care, she sent a slight shock of eletric current through the red hair, spiking it up again.
"Axel..." she murmered before repeating it loudly again. His body slowly shifted. Her heart raced. "Axel!" He made a groaning noise and he rolled over, into her lap, pressing his head against her stomach. "Ohmigosh, are you okay?" He didn't answer, and she held his head in her lap, looking at him worriedly. Suddenly, she saw his hands move and felt herself being tickled. She shrieked and immeadiately moved away, but Axel was quicker. He pounced on the queen of lightning, tickling her along her back and her shoulders.
"Stop it!" she screamed while trying her best not to laugh and failing miserably at it. She started smacking number 8 of the Organization, which only made him laugh harder. When he finally stopped tickling her, Larxene launched into a series of criticisms. "How dare you, Axel! What were you thinking! I thought you were dead! Do you know who friggin' worried I was? I swear, I'm going to--" But she was cut off as Axel stood up, scooped Larxene up in his arms and slung her over his shoulder.
She pounded on his back. "Axel! Stop laughing! Right now!"
"Why?" he asked, his face seemingly stretched into what would be a permanent grin. "I find this situation incredibly funny."
"But it's not!" Larxene wailed. "Come on! Put me down!"
"Awh, you don't like it?"
"I...!"
"Ah-haha! You do like it!"
"But wait! I! I didn't even say anything!"
"Oh my dearest love, you didn't need to say anything at all, I know how you feel."
"Axellllllllll! Please, come on! Put me down!" She slapped his back again, this time sending a spark rippling down his spine.
"Ooh, firey, I like that in a girl."
"Axel!"
"I really like the way you say my name, it sounds much sexier coming from your lips," he said, walking over towards the stairs.
She pouted, and even though Axel couldn't see, he could tell she was. He laughed again, and Larxene could feel his body shaking as he did so. "Axel, if you don't put me down right this instant, I will personally--" But once again, he interrupted her, but this time, he plopped her down on the stairs. She looked up at him in surprise and wonder as he sat down next to her.
They were quiet for a few minutes until Axel asked, "Were you truly worried about me?"
Larxene groaned and stood up, starting to head back upstairs. "Wait!" Axel shouted, stumbling over his cloak as he tried to stand up. She kept walking. "Don't you want to get something to eat?" he called out over his shoulder as he still tried to get his cloak out from underneath his feet so he could stand up. She still continued to walk. Frustrated with his finally cleared cloak, he crossed his arms on his knees and hid his face in his arms.
A few moments later, he heard someone clear their throat. He looked up to see Larxene standing in front of him with her hands on her hips.
"What...?" he said, confused. "I thought you were going upstairs."
"Yeah, well, I'm hungry."
Axel grinned. "So you want to get somethin' to eat with me?"
Gesturing with her hands, she said in her sarcastic tone, "Why else would I have come back?"
Standing up and stepping down the one stair separating them to the main floor, he replied, "To admire my good looks?" Larxene rolled her eyes and started walking towards the kitchen. He hurried after her so they were walking side by side towards the kitchen in silence.
"Hey Larxene?"
Not glancing at him, she responded, "Yeah?"
"Thanks for doing my hair."
She stopped in her walk to look at him, so he paused too. "Your hair looks good," and as she turned to walk past him she added, "You should let me doit more often." Pleasantly surprised, he stood there without moving.
"Yo fire boy, come on before Xaldin eats everything."
Grinning, he turned to start walking again. "Coming dearest!"
