Welcome to day 3! Thank you so much for the nice comments. I have missed you guys a lot Q^Q Sorry I've disappeared for so long, I hope that in the future more KH games will come out and give me the inspiration I've been lacking of lately! (I also hope my English skills aren't too rusted)

Today was an off day. As much as Larxene wanted this to mean "a day without work", it was actually "a day with a strong need to murder someone". Which, some would argue, was her general mindset, but she was in a worse mood than usual. Not that anyone would notice or care. It was the Organization XIII, after all.

Not even Marluxia paid her attention, which got her grumpier. Usually, when she was in such a state, he would at least bring her a bottle of fine wine or something as a peace offering, but today, when she saw him in the corridor as she slammed her bedroom door with all the anger she could muster (which was a lot), he gave her his usual corner smile and left for his mission without a word.

During breakfast (the darkest coffee one could imagine), Demyx showed up from nowhere, patted her on the back with a mysterious grin, and before she could tell him what she'd do with him if he ever laid a hand on her again, he escaped. Suspicious, she checked the back of her coat. That little bastard had taped a piece of paper on her with a word that rhymed with witch but somehow wasn't witch. She swore she'd kill him later.

When Saïx asked if she was ready for her mission, she said she wasn't feeling all too well and would maybe just go back to bed. Saïx made it really clear that he couldn't care less about what she felt (and insisted on how they technically weren't feeling anything, but she didn't have the will to argue) and she was sent out to check on Princess Jasmine, making sure her heart was growing stronger for the big ol' K.H. plan. The simple thought of going to Agrabah made Larxene annoyed, although she would keep that thought for herself, obviously.

Princess stalking wasn't really her favourite activity, and so after a couple of hours of yawning while looking at a young woman petting a tiger (Larxene had to admit, she was rather jealous. Owning a tiger sounded awesome.), she headed back to the Castle. If Saïx had any complaint, she would give him the finger and go back to sleep.

She crashed into one of the couches of the main room and closed her eyes. She wasn't even that tired, so why was she feeling so down?

The answer to that was often the same: she was feeling lonely. Saïx could say whatever he wanted about feelings, she knew firsthand this wasn't true, it was just all a big lie everyone told themselves to sleep better at night. Not that she slept well at all. By telling people the norm was to have no feeling, anyone feeling anything would think they were the odd one, and keep that to themselves. Mind Control 101. She realised she didn't even care.

Marluxia was her only friend here, but he was also a thorn in her heart. Seeing him reminded her of what she had lost. Of what she had run from. Most of the days, she managed to keep these thoughts on a corner of her mind, to forget these faces she'd never see again, to forget these years spent scared, starving, lost. But some mornings, the "off days", she would wake up remembering a face, a voice, a smile, and her heart would bleed, her mind would shatter, and nothing felt like it mattered anyway. Impostor's syndrome all the way, thinking she had no right to be alive when they were not. She sighed, massaging her temples. She didn't want to think about it. If Marluxia didn't bring wine, she'd go get it by herself.

When she opened her eyes, something caught her attention in the corner of her eyes. Someone had put some tape on her sleeve. The culprit was rather obvious, but two questions echoed in her mind : 1/ Why on earth would that little scrubbing brush of a musician do that, and 2/How deep in her thoughts had she been to not notice it? Now at least she had a purpose: murder.

She walked down corridor after corridor, looking for him, when she finally heard his hushed voice. Hushed voices often meant secrets, and secrets often meant blackmail, so she hid behind a wall to observe. This wasn't much different from stalking a Princess, after all. Saïx would be proud.

Demyx was talking to a Dusk that was wiggling in panicked motion (or at least that's what it looked like, she wasn't fluent in Dusk). They were both facing a painting that Larxene never liked representing a lake at night. They probably bought it because it was cheap in the first place.

"It's okay, no need to panic," Demyx said in his low voice. "I'm sure you didn't mean to damage it. It was an accident."

Upon further inspection, it looked like the painting had been torn a bit on the bottom. Given how wiggly the Dusks were, with their pointy arms, what had happened wasn't that hard to figure out.

"I'll help you cover it up so that they won't punish you, okay ?"

Could Demyx actually understand Dusks? Larxene had wondered several times. After all, he was the most useless one of the team and the one most likely to be turned into one, so it would be wise of him to learn of their language and habits already.

"There, look. It's almost invisible now."

She risked a longer glance to see how her archenemy had fixed a very ugly painting. She wasn't even surprised when she realised he had taped it. Was it perfect? Clearly not. But would it do the job since no one would pay attention to the painting anyway? Probably. She however made sure to remember which painting that was, so that the blame could fall on Demyx if she ever needed that.

"You know, it's natural for things to break," he continued in a whisper. "But with the right amount of tape, we can fix anything."

Larxene was about to laugh at how stupid and inaccurate his advice was (tape? really?), when she looked down at her sleeve covered with this stupid tape. With the right amount, we can fix anything.

He was stupid, had no charisma, was dumber than a wall, and she would make sure to see this tape burning real soon, but for now, she left him alone in a sigh.

For some reason, it felt like he was right. Her heart felt a little fixed right now.

Next theme is something that will speak to all KH fans: Dearly Beloved

Stay tuned!