At long last, another update! Sorry it's been awhile… but Bruixe is once again back for more.
This chapter's kind of short, and it's a filler, sorry. Get over it. And by the way, I don't own any of the characters except Bruixe. Enjoy.
Bruixe woke to the sound of a quietly closed door and faint footsteps; she rolled over to see Larxene tiptoeing across the floor, evidently trying not to wake her up. The blonde's bed was still made – had she even slept in it tonight?
Bruixe decided it was best not to think about that.
"What time is it?" she mumbled sleepily.
"Shit," Larxene cursed when she saw her roommate awake. "Um… seven."
Bruixe blinked the sleep from her eyes and groaned as yesterday's events came back to her. Axel… ugh…There was no way she was going back to bed now.
She shoved herself out of bed and threw on her cloak, heading out the door.
"Well, I'm going back to sleep," she heard Larxene say as she left.
"Morning!" Demyx called cheerfully as Bruixe plopped on his couch. Axel and Roxas apparently weren't awake yet. "You're up early."
"Larxene woke me up," Bruixe said wickedly. "She must've just gone to sleep."
Demyx raised an eyebrow in appraisal. "Scary." He motioned to the wall. "Sitar Hero?"
"Don't go easy on me," Bruixe warned.
He grinned. "I won't."
After an hour of trying and failing to beat Demyx, Bruixe tossed aside the controller in defeat. "I give up," she sighed.
Roxas stumbled blearily into the room and promptly collapsed on the couch. "Where's Axel?" he mumbled.
Bruixe's eyebrows snapped together.
"Not up yet," Demyx told him cautiously. "Bruixe, are you okay?"
"Fine," she growled, mentally daring him to pursue the subject.
He wisely let it drop. "Hey, there's a party tonight."
"Why?" Roxas mumbled from the couch.
"Beats me," his friend shrugged. "My guess is, Xigbar's just looking for an excuse to get drunk."
"You know what that means, right?" the blonde said, sitting up.
Demyx smiled evilly. "Prank time."
Bruixe looked back and forth between the two of them. "Do I even want to know?"
"It's a tradition," Axel said from the doorway, sauntering in. "If you drink slow, everyone else passes out first. And that's when the fun begins."
Bruixe glared at him, silver eyes dangerously narrow.
He didn't meet her gaze, rubbing his neck. Finally he looked up. "Owe you an apology," he said sheepishly.
"Like hell you do," she growled. Demyx backed slowly away, and he and Roxas pretended to be transfixed with the video wall.
"Sorry," Axel replied. "I… well, can you forgive me?"
He sounded appropriately apologetic, but Bruixe wasn't convinced. She turned away. "Don't do it again," she told him.
"Yes, ma'am," Axel agreed. "Getting thrown off towers is not my idea of fun."
Demyx joined the conversation, now that he knew it was safe. "Wish I could've seen that," he sighed. "Axel falling to his death through the air…"
"Hey, watch it," the redhead warned.
"You need a near-death experience every now and then," Roxas informed him. "Keeps you honest."
"Ha ha," said Axel.
"Party?" Bruixe reminded them.
"It'll be tonight," Demyx explained. "Karaoke, alcohol… actually, usually the alcohol comes first. You should see Axel's rendition of 'Great Balls of Fire'."
Roxas laughed, apparently remembering the occasion.
"Which means there won't be missions today," Demyx went on. "People just kind of hang out and do nothing."
"As per usual," Bruixe commented. "Should've slept in."
"So, what's it like sharing a room with the Thunderbitch?" Axel wanted to know.
Bruixe grinned at the nickname. "Not that bad, actually. Half the time she isn't even there."
"Where does she go?" Axel asked warily.
"Take your pick," she answered. "I'm guessing it's usually Marluxia or Luxord… I could see Saix or Zexion too… and Xigbar kinda looks like he could be a player…"
"Why would Larxene go there?" Roxas asked.
The three stared at him.
"We'll tell you when you're older," Demyx said finally. "Anyone up for Rock Band?"
"Not on your life, Waterboy," Axel said. "I'm still hungover from last time."
"Roxas?"
The blonde blanched. "Too early."
"Please, please, please?" Demyx begged. "Bruixe?"
Bruixe shook her head. "Sorry. Hey, Axel, didn't you say something about me getting a nickname?"
He shrugged. "Usually we just pick something that fits. For you, something violent."
"Ha ha," she frowned.
"Yeah! Like 'avenger' or something!" Roxas said excitedly.
Demyx was unhappy with the change of subject, but he joined in anyway. "What's your element?" he asked.
"Element?" Bruixe asked. "I don't know. How am I supposed to know?"
"Mine's fire," Axel bragged. "It's pretty much the coolest, not gonna lie."
"It'd be cool to have wind or ice too," Roxas said. "It's wasted on Vexy and the Wolf-man."
"Hear, hear," Demyx and Axel chorused.
"What kind of element is 'the moon'?" Bruixe wondered. "Lame."
"It's better than Marluxia the Flower King," Axel pointed out.
Bruixe thought about the girly-man's pink scythe. "True. But what's mine?"
The boys looked at her for a long time.
"Twilight," Demyx said finally.
Bruixe raised an eyebrow. "How the hell did you get that?"
"Black hair like the night," he replied dramatically. "Eyes of dusky silver… twilight descends upon the world of mortals."
"Drugs are bad, Waterboy," Axel told him.
"The Twilight Avenger!" Roxas said excitedly. "It's perfect!"
Bruixe thought for a moment, deciding she liked it. "Sounds bad-ass. I'll take it."