Tenth chapter. Took a while, didn't it?
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Pandemonium Ensues
Chapter 10
Watch the Fire
(VexenMarluxia, Akuroku)
"...Roxas...? This isn't the way to Namine', is it?" Demyx asked.
Roxas shook his head. "No. I decided to let you enjoy that picture for a little while." He smirked. Everyone in the castle knew that Demyx couldn't find his way to Namine's room without some help. Demyx sighed and turned his head to look at all the open doors down the hallway. "We're looking for Larxene," Roxas continued, snatching the musician's attention once again. "Just like I said." He paused, then stopped in front of Marluxia's room, Keyblade in hand.
"I think it's already open," Demyx said, poking the door with two fingers. "See?" he said as the door swung open a little. He pushed the door open and then blinked.
"Larxene...?" Roxas said slowly.
Larxene lifted her head and looked towards them, breaking her eye contact with what she was currently doing.
Which was rummaging through one of Marluxia's dresser drawers.
"What are you doing...?" Roxas continued.
Larxene snorted a bout of laughter and held up one hand. "Looking for more shorts, Roxas," she said, holding out the pair of Marluxia's boxers she currently held in her hand.
Roxas raised one eyebrow.
Demyx blinked. "You're strange, Larxene," he said, only to be shocked three seconds later.
Slamming Marluxia's drawer closed, Larxene walked up to the two. "Well? I figure you two need something?" she asked, carefully folding up the boxers she still held.
"Oh!" Roxas started. "Yeah..."
"Xaldin dragged Mar off," Demyx interrupted, pointing down the hallway in the direction of the stairs. Roxas sighed. Larxene blinked, then pushed them both out of the doorway. She opened her mouth to speak.
And an extremely loud scream echoed through the castle.
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Xaldin smirked.
He had just tossed Marluxia into Vexen's laboratory and slammed the door shut.
It had only taken ten seconds for the poor boy to scream. And five more for explosions to start.
He chuckled, then disappeared.
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At around that time, Marluxia was crouched over in a corner, half of a table shielding him from Vexen's view and a cloth hanging over his head. Several knocked over potions pooled around the boots he'd borrowed from Demyx, and more dripped off the edge of the overturned table beside him.
Apparently, Vexen was a bit too happy to see him. He'd jumped, hit one of the many table in the lab, and knocked it over, causing all the potions to go flying. Marluxia had knocked over another table in his attempt to get away, caused something to blow up, and had then dived behind the first upturned table. Currently, he had his back pressed up close against the table, trying to hide as much of himself as he could.
"Marly dear..." Vexen's voice croned as he continued looking for the assassin. "Where are you hiding?"
Marluxia gulped and pulled his knees up to his chest. There's no way I'm letting that fucker touch me.
"Marly..." Vexen giggled. "You do realize that there isn't many places to look anymore, right? You'd better show yourself... I promise that I will be nice..."
Marluxia took a deep, shaking breath, and continued to stay in the position he was already in.
He nearly jumped up in pure joy - as pure as a Nobody's joy could be, anyway - when someone banged loudly and sharply on the door.
"Vexen!"
Larxene. Marluxia grinned.
"Open this door, now!" A pause. "And you had better not have killed the Superior with all those explosions we heard!"
Marluxia turned slightly, raising up enough so that he could see the door, but low enough so that the cloth still hid him from Vexen's view. He watched as Vexen threw a look at the still unconscious Xemnas, then sighed and slid open the door for Larxene. Standing beside her was Roxas and Demyx, both looking quite amused. She was glaring at Vexen, her arms crossed. Balled up in one of her hands was something that he knew belonged to him.
A pair of his brand new, black, silk boxers.
"Dammit, Larxene," he muttered under his breath.
Vexen's head shot from Larxene towards his corner, and he cursed himself mentally. Before Vexen could move, however, Demyx moved forward and grasped one of his arms. "Leave him alone, Vexen," Larxene snarled.
Roxas blinked, turning his head to look through the room. "Hey. Wasn't Luxord supposed to be in here...?"
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Three floors up, Luxord was dealing a hand of cards to a very easily distracated Axel. "Oh, Axel, look!" Luxord said, pointing to the doorway.
"Roxy?" Axel said, turning his head to look.
As he did, Luxord calmly reached over and plucked Axel's cards out of his hands, replacing them with a hand that was much worse off.
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...I do believe that this is shorter than it was supposed to be..
But I don't care. It takes a lot of thought and random shit to make this story.
So get used to the wait.