Wow o.o; I'm starting to get a few really nice reviews here, so I'm pretty happy to say the least. As for this piece, I never actually planned to make it more than a one-shot, but I got a review seeming to imply they'd like a continuation, and then got an inspiration burst for some Laïx fluff that I thought could work well as a sequal And here it is n.n I guess I'm using this as practice for a long Larxene-centric I have in the works at the moment, though as it's a sequal to another long one I'm working on, that may take a while. By the way, sorry if I seem to be uploading everything many times, it is taking me a while to figure out how to fix up my stuff and make changes and the like. I should get better as time goes on I hope xD Thanks to the people that are reviewing me.

Yaoi hata - Thanks for the review on the first part of this. my first official review at that! n.n Hope you enjoy the next part

StickmanRVR (Marluxia) - Heck, thanks for all the phone-help you've given me over the past while X3 Let's hope we can both get some good fanfiction out in the last while.

And thank you to Harriet, Amy and everyone else who helped me proofread!

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A flash of metal ran through the air as the knives shot out at their target, who managed to skillfully dodge the move, coming back with a flurry of strikes from his own weapon. The scowl on the woman's face turned quickly to an expression of pain as the Keyblade tore through the flesh on her side, and she stumbled backward, reeling from that and the other wounds the blonde had gathered during the course of that long and agonizing battle. Her brunette opponent did not allow for a split second to recover, as he launched into a fresh round of blows once again.

Up until this point, it had genuinely been difficult to tell exactly who had the upper hand in the fight, both matching each other blow for blow. But with a few clever shots from the young boy, the kunai-wielder was finally beginning to show clear signs of weakness. Holding her arms up to the air, more lightning came crashing down as if from nowhere to strike at the battleground, licking the flooring and whatever else the forks of energy succeeded in hitting with its forked tongues.

Ignoring his fair share of injuries, the young boy lashed out between the deadly streams of light and managed to deal the finishing blow, sending the woman crashing back. "Hey… you're not half bad…" she gasped slightly, finally struggling to her feet, gripping a wound in her side. "Guess you really are a hero. A heartless hero!" following the insult up with more taunting, she quickly retreated into the shadows. The teenager's yelling followed her off, though she took little notice of the shouts.

"Gah... I can't believe I lost to that... that child!" the young lady spat at the white tiles as she turned the silver tap on the wall some time later, quickly discarding her torn and bloody Organization coat. The blonde could hardly be bothered to remove the underwear that she wore underneath as the hot water fell in a jet stream over her body. It wasn't like a wash was needed; rather, it was only to clean the gashes covering the pale skin. Flinching as the water ran past her wounds, dripping to the shower floor mingled with red, leaning her palms against the wall.

Number 12 wasn't sure how long she let herself stand there, though she snapped back to harsh reality as Vexen's words floated through her head; "You shame yourself and the Organization." Sighing, the token lady gritted her teeth, the hands against the tiles clenched into fists. The Superior might even finish her off himself if this loss was reported, and though the ice master was unlikely to do so directly, Larxene knew that the second-in-command of the group was coming there today to stay for a bit, and check on things. It was certain that he'd hear about all this...

Jumping out of her skin, the blue orbs darted to the door as it opened, meeting equally surprised yellow ones. "I didn't realize anyone was here. Sorry." he muttered quickly, looking away respectfully, though he glanced back as he took note of her wounds, and the bloody uniform thrown into the corner of the room. "... You were defeated by that boy, the Keyblade Master, weren't you?" the blue haired man worked out, instantly. The thunder-mistress remained quiet, her hardened eyes on the tainted water running down the silver plughole in the floor. Holding out one arm, the least injured of the two, she quickly clenched the fist again, though this time the small throwing-knifes were summoned between each finger.

"I didn't take him seriously. If you even consider letting Xemnas in on this, I'll kill you right here." she spoke in a cold warning tone, though the normal emotionless tone faltered a little, the blonde didn't really want to actually kill him. They'd hardly spoken to each other, yet... Shaking her head vigorously, her eyes widened, kunai clattering to the floor as she felt Saïx's arms wrap gently around her. "The hell? Get off me, I don't like hugging dammit!" though the young lady put up a slight struggle, Number 12 of the Organization, if just to avoid agitating her wounds further, just leant into the embrace.

Warm water still pored over the pair. The Savage Nymph wearing just her under-garments, while Number 7 wore his entire uniform, though his black cloak's hood was down. "Well I'd advise that he is to be taken seriously next time you two fight." the young man whispered, and on getting a confused look, equipped with a raised eyebrow, he added; "The Superior won't find out about this one, but don't expect me to always cover up for your mistakes." breaking off the embrace as quickly as it came, the yellow-eyed man briskly strode out the room.

On assuring that her injuries were cleaned thoroughly, the sole woman of their group stole quickly back to her bedchamber. The particular shower-room she'd used was so close to her room, that it was not difficult to slip back to her own without being noticed by her teammates. Her coat would have to be ditched but where was she to get another on the thunder-mistress stopped abruptly as she shut her door and noticed a small pile on her bed. Heading over for further investigation, a slight smile crossed the pale face as the young lady sat upon the blanket, looking to the items beside her. A note was left atop a fresh Organization cloak, and beside that, fresh bandages and other first-aid essentials... 'Take care of yourself - Saïx.'