Larxene froze, looking at the cup in her hand. Her still-fuzzy brain finally pulled all the pieces together. She stood abruptly and stormed out of the kitchen, stomping rather loud for someone in just socks, all the way down to Axel's room. She pounded on the door and crossed her arms, waiting for it to open.
"Come in."
She threw the door open and strode furiously toward Axel, who was still lying in bed.
"Hey, Larx. What's up?" he sounded half-asleep, but still slightly nervous.
"Maybe you could explain THIS, flame boy." She pulled up her shirt, showing the mad red marks along the small of her back and across her side.
A little of the color drained from Axel's face. "I don't know what happened!" the expression on her face told him she wasn't buying it, "Or maybe we should just talk about this-"
Tears pricked at her eyes and she slapped him across the face, stinging him with several volts . "I don't want to ever talk to you again." She said quietly; threateningly.
"Larxene, wait! I-"
But she had already stormed out.
Marluxia, who was watering his plants on his balcony, watched as she tore out the front door and all the way to where Demyx was setting up the dummies for his training with Roxas later. When Demyx saw Larxene running toward him, he jumped, running and hiding behind the storage unit.
Marluxia was too far away to hear anything, but the way Demyx ran back toward the castle, he could safely assume Larxene had threatened his life.
He sat and watched as she destroyed all the dummies, using no lightning at all, nor her weapons, but just her physical strength. She demolished them one by one, her yelling and screaming indecipherable but audible.
"Good morning, Axel." Marluxia said, when Axel arrived.
"Hey Marly." He sat next to the Assassin with a defeated air.
"How are you this morning?"
Axel just sighed and set his chin on the balcony, watching Larxene.