It happened so fast he had no time to blink.
One moment Marluxia had been standing—with your back turned, you idiot, you shouldn't let your guard down, ever—and the next he was sagging, pain spreading in ripples from the place where the knife had penetrated, held up by unnaturally strong arms. He felt his strength draining just as quickly as something warm and sticky flowed down his back. He could just barely catch a glimpse of his assailant from the corner of his eye as his head lolled back limply. He could feel Larxene's body pressing warmly against him as cold spread over him, even to the tips of his fingers. He had no energy to spare on summoning his scythe, and he watched bemusedly as wisps of darkness began to rise.
He tried to ask her something, possibly along the lines of "What are you doing?" or "Why?" or something, anything. He only managed a bubbling gasp as the knife twisted, the pain searing white-hot between his shoulder blades. Larxene's lips brushed his ear. Her breath came in excited pants, as though murder was the most exhilarating thing she'd done for a very long time.
"Did you honestly think I'd submit to sitting beneath you?" Larxene murmured into his ear, digging her kunai in just a bit deeper. He arched away from her as best he could, mouth open in a silent scream. She laughed, delighted.
"Why settle for princess when I could be queen?"
9. Marluxia/Stabbed in the Back
A/N: Happy day XI. I did it RIGHT this time!