Title- Behind Closed Doors

Author- I'll Be Your Lie

Genre- Tragedy, Romance

Characters-Larxene, Namine

Pairing-LarxNami

Disclaimer- I do not own Kingdom Hearts or its characters.

WARNINGS- FXF, Abuse, Incest, Slight language, may be OOC

A/N- Words that are in Italics are Larxene's whispers I guess you could call them.

Mother doesn't know of Larxene's dislike of me. She believes that her first born just reqires some minor attitude ajustments that her second bore daughter can create. Larene dislikes Mother very much as well. There is nothing wrong with Larxene, I can see that unlike Mother and Father and Step-Father. They do not know what Larxene does to me. They are unaware that I love Larxene.

"Shut up, you sick shit!" Larxene throws me into the wall as she screams. Larxene's habititual patterns are exibited every time Mother and Step Father venture out for the night. We always end up in my Sister's room. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Larxene enjoys to yell as she beats me. Ugly, hateful words. Words that are terrifyingly true.

"S-sorry L-Larxene!" I apologize vehemently. That is the true also. I am truely sorry that I cause my wonderful Sister so much grief, so much confusion.

Bruises blossom on my pale flesh as Larxene continues her assualt. A crazed smile twists her lips. Her eyes become alive, burning with derainge passion like an emerald flame. Larxene is so beautiful.

The abuse always ceases when blood is shed. Larxene does not need Mother asking questions.

Larxene's movements after are truely compensation for the entire evening. Sister encircles me with her strong arms and cradles me to her chest gently. She sinks to the floor in defeat. My Larxene holds me tightly in her lap. Her lips flit from my hair to cheeks to eyes and everywhere inbetween, droping soft kisses, words of praise and apology. Salty tears leak from her beautiful emerald eyes.

Sister captures my lips in sweet, soft kiss.

Mother does not know that Larxene hates herself because of me.

Larxene's grip around my waits is painfully tight as I finish the explanation. Her face is buried in my neck shielding her from the other occupants of the room. She mouths things against my throat, warm breath causeing me to shiver. Why would you tell them about us Namine? I pat her arm soothingly.

Vincent's expression was vacant of emotion and reaction as he watched us. "Has your Mother ever caught the two of you together in a way that would make her question the relationship between the two of you?"

"She has not." I reply softly. Not yet. She'll catch us one day My Namine.

"How long has this interaction been occuring?"

"For-"

"It's not of your damn business." Larxene growl rumbles against my throat comfortingly.

"I apologize Vincent. That is not information that Larxene would like you to obtain." She smirks against mmy neck, giving the spot a easing lick.

I shiver.

"Namine, I do not believe that the relationship you have with your sister is a very healthy one." Vincent murmurs, eyes narrowing at my Love.

"Good thing I don't give a shit about what you think, huh Pansy?" Larxene replies maliciously. Fag.

"That's not polite Larxene." My retort grants me a nip of teeth followed by the swipe of tounge. Queer.

"Namine, do you have anything to say about the matter?" Vincent is unhappy.

"I do not." Cid is livid.

"Now list'n he'e ya twit, youh came down he'e ta tell Mah Vince tha' he's full a' crap?" Cid explods, setting off a chain reaction.

"That's exactly what I'm saying you freakin fag!"

The room is deathly silent.

"Larxene," Vincent's voice is disturbingly calm as he speaks. The others in the room bristle with surpressed rage. "What sexuality would you catagorize yourself under?"

"Pff, what's it to you?" Larxene hisses. He's out to get us Namine. He wants to pick us apart, to see our insides. He wants to take you away from me.

As Vincent opens his mouth I interrupt. "You will not seperate me from Larxene. She has caused me no real harm."

The pale man's brow knitts into a frown. "Namine, are you aware that she is controling all that you do?"

I nod positively. "I am. If you attempt to seperate us I will blame my wounds on myself. I had been diagnosed with a savere case of depression when Larxene had been sent away last year. They would believe me."

Vincent glare suggests that he is prepared for a fight. The gruff man beside him, leaves over and whispers something to him. Calm leaks onto Vincent's faces as he nods dejectedly. "Very well Namine. But, I do request that you repair your relationship so that it may be less destructive."

"Yeah, whatever." Loser. "You should talk to the freakin gambler before you bother us Dracula."

Vincent narrows his gaze. "Luxord, would you or Xaldin care to go next?"

"I will," Luxord smirks seductively. "I ain't got nothin' up mah sleeve. Xaldin takes real good care a' me."

Well there's chapter four :) What do you think? Let me know if they're is something I need to fix or make better alright? :) Thanks for reading, I hoped you enjoyed :)