sparks

disclaimer: yeah, sure. i own kingdom hearts and i'm sitting here typing up a fanfiction. please.

larxel n. awesome kinda canon pairing, also known as axenelarxenexaxel, etc.

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They were alone.

Wait...alone. As in, nobody else around. Not that she hadn't been alone with Axel before, it was just...she'd never thought about it. Now she feels rather silly. I'm not a little girl with a crush, she tells herself, grimacing. But if she isn't, what is she? She, of course, disregards that "no-hearts, no-feelings" clause - she knows it can't be true.

If she isn't a little girl with a crush, what is she? Because she's a bare sixteen, or at least that was when she became a Nobody - on her sixteenth birthday. What a present. But she doesn't know how long since she's been in this form; time goes by so strangely.

And if this isn't a crush, what could it be, those stupid little butterflies...She can't remember feeling like this before, but her childhood memories are blurry, torn beyond repair like those old clothes of her she ripped up with her new kunai. A sense of ending had overwhelmed her. She was no longer Arlene.

"So," she says, feeling ridiculously nervous. She finds herself blinking more than usual, as she looks at Axel. Axel, the center of all these crazy thoughts lately, crazy thoughts like grabbing him by his robe and kissing him on the lips, crazy thoughts like I think I love him, impossible stuff.

He says nothing, just looks at her, that aggravating, smug smile on his face, his green eyes barely open, his red hair sticking back. And she suddenly feels like he can see everything, every little daydream and scheme that crosses her mind. It gives her a chill, and she looks away, unable to meet his gaze any longer.

"So." he agrees, drawing a little bit closer. He looks uninterested, as always. Sometimes she wishes she could come up with something so stunning, so brilliant, that he would wipe the smirk off of his face and look at her in a new light.

And, while in search of that thing, the most ridiculous, the most stupid, the most blonde thing comes out of her mouth:

"Do you like my hair?"

She curses herself on the inside, but it actually seems to have the effect she had desired. His smirk is replaced with an expression of pure disbelief. For once, she had surprised the unsurprisable Axel. How could Larxene, the tomboy, the woman among twelve men - how could she have asked something so...for lack of a better term...girly?
He laughs. Larxene blinks several times, mentally checking. Axel laughed. At me. Is this good or bad? She tosses her hair a little, causing him to goggle at her even more. "Yeah," she says, trying to regain her composure. "Hair? That stuff that comes out of your head? You should know about it, you've got so much of it." She tries to make her voice sound normal, instead of the high-pitched squeak she suspects is coming out.

"It looks like you've been electrocuted," he observes, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile.

"You should definitely know about that." Her feet are clearly not listening to her brain, because they are taking a step closer to him, and another, and Axel isn't drawing back...

And her arms aren't listening to her mind, or her face, or her lips, but before she knows it the kiss is over, and she can't believe it ever happened, except for the stunned look on Axel's face. Two surprises in a row for Mr. Unsurprisable. she thinks. Larxene - 2 Axel - 0.