I am posting TWO chapters today! TWO!

Man, life's been rough lately. We just lost three siblings in the daycare because their parents couldn't afford to stay but don't qualify for financial aid either (good old California) and two other children have been out with strep-throat so I haven't really worked a whole lot this week. In a way, I guess that's a good thing since it has given me some much needed vacation time (albeit unpaid vacation time) so I've been doing a TON of writing this week.

Thusly, you get two chapters today to speed things along.

Yeah, so far Luxord has kinda not been a real major character. That will change, I promise! In fact, you'll get to see a lot more of him in this chapter.

Things change a bit in this chapter and the next as far as writing style. After the second half of the journal entry in this chapter it won't be a flash back. It'll be more like a "current event." The next chapter won't have a journal entry at all and will be more like what you're used to reading from me if you've read my previous fics. After that it'll jump back to journal entries again. Hopefully it isn't too hard to follow. Please let me know if it is! I'll change it, I swear.

Anyhow, enjoy!

March 12, 1922

Well, diary. It is all done and over with now. My life, that is. Everything is in ruins. Shambles. Absolute destruction. Damn it, I need a drink.

The wedding was today, I don't even want to think back on it for fear I might actually remember it. It was miserable. I was miserable. A small wedding in a huge cathedral on a Sunday evening is not how I imagined my wedding day at all. Of course, the groom wasn't ever how I pictured him either. He seemed as drunk as I was. Both of us stumbling through our wretched vows. I wish it had been at the courthouse instead, but Mother insisted it be at the church. Damned Catholics and damn their ways. No divorce? No way out of this?

I definitely need a drink.

What I'm thinking of most now isn't the wedding though. Demyx came to call upon me yesterday. It was an absolute fiasco. I would think he'd be smart enough to stay away from me, but then again, after that kiss I gave him on his cheek I should have really expected to see him sooner than I actually did. Of course he did the usual when he came, brought flowers and smuggled me in some alcohol. It was very thoughtful, the alcohol part I mean. But the encounter did not go smoothly. Nothing ever seems to these past few days…

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"So…" Demyx smiled as he sat across the table from Larxene sipping on a tall glass of iced tea. "How have you been these past few days? Still going out of your mind?"

Larxene snorted and rolled her eyes. "I think I'm completely out of it by now."

"Well, I agreed that I wouldn't continue to pressure you. But, my offer still stands if you want to take it." Demyx took a sip of his tea and grinned. "I still expect you to say no right now. Just give it some thought. There's no rush, after all."

Larxene swallowed a gulp of her tea hard and cringed. "A-actually Demyx…"

"My, my. Why didn't you tell me we had a guest, dear?" Luxord said as he stepped onto the veranda and over to the table where his betrothed sat. He pulled a chair close to her and took a seat, eyes never leaving the other man for a second. "Who calls upon my fiancée? I don't believe we've formally met."

Demyx smiled at Luxord and crossed his legs. "Surely you recognize me, gentle sir. I'm Larxene's true love."

"Dear Lord." Larxene covered her face with her hand and let out a long sigh. Of all the ways to introduce himself, he had to go that far? She wanted to reach across the table and throttle him but Luxord scooping up her hand in his own caused all thought to flee her.

"Her true love?" Luxord returned the boy's mischievous smile with an equally devious one as he brought Larxene's gloved hand to his lips. "Surely you are mistaken my friend. How could it be then, that she is marrying me tomorrow evening?"

Demyx's face fell and he looked to Larxene feeling somewhat hurt. "You're getting married tomorrow night?"

Luxord grinned widely. "Don't be offended that she didn't tell you, mate. We were only informing our nearest and dearest loved ones. I suppose you didn't quite make the cut."

"You son of a bitch!" Demyx jumped to his feet and slammed his hands on the table between them. "You know nothing!"

Luxord grit his teeth and lurched forward, gripping the lapels of Demyx's coat. "Mind your tongue boy, or you'll quickly find it cut out of your mouth!"

Demyx smirked at the blond man, just happy that he'd enticed such a reaction from him. "Ha! You're about as terrifying as a small child!" He pried the man's hands off of his jacket and turned his eyes to Larxene. "Please tell me this is a joke. You're not getting married."

Larxene looked away from Demyx, the discomfort of the situation quickly overwhelming her. "I need a drink."

"Larxene!" Demyx knelt on the ground beside her chair and grasped her hand tightly. "Where!? Tell me. Please."

Larxene bit her bottom lip and looked at Demyx sadly. The heartbreak in his eyes was actually getting to her when most times she was able to just coldly shrug it off. She wanted to tell him. She knew that if he showed up, he'd protest and shout to the high heavens. But unfortunately this was what she'd agreed to. She'd decided that she would marry this horrid British man. Not for love, but for money. After all, who needed love? Not her. Love was ridiculous but money was everything and she was admittedly shallow and selfish. Besides, it wasn't as though she actually felt anything for Demyx beyond their strange friendship-like bond. He was a convenient (and occasionally inconvenient) associate of hers that had long expired his purpose as a playmate. "Demyx, just let it go. It isn't as though things would have worked out between us. We're too different now, and besides… I was promised to this man, horrid as he may be." Larxene glared up at Luxord before turning her eyes back to her friend. "Go home."

Demyx let out a heavy sigh and stood slowly. "As you wish." He brought the gloved hand he still clung to gently against his lips and smiled, noticing there was not even a ring on her finger. She did not love this man and he did not love her back. Perhaps there was still hope. "I would have at least bought you a ring worthy of your beauty."

Luxord scowled as he watched the younger man drop Larxene's hand and slowly retreat. After the boy was a significant distance away he growled and began to tug at the ring he wore on his pinky finger. It slipped off after a few seconds of pulling and he yanked Larxene's left hand into reach. He slid the circlet onto her ring finger and stared hard at it. "This is my mother's. Do not misplace it."

Larxene stared in awe up at Luxord before turning her eyes down to the ring. It was quite a dated piece, but still beautiful regardless. She looked away from him and tugged her hand out of his grasp. "Well if it is so damn precious why don't you keep it in a box?"

"You venomous bitch. Be grateful! You hardly deserve that much for the way you treat me and our engagement." Luxord crossed his arms and glared at her. "Should anything happen to that, I'll…"

"I need a drink." Larxene stood and brushed past her fiancé, grabbing up the jar of moonshine that Demyx had smuggled in for her. She made her way up to her room without a word to her mother or father and plopped down on her bed.

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If I didn't know any better, I'd say that Luxord is jealous of Demyx. Incredibly jealous in fact. But I know this can't be the case. You have to actually feel something for a person before you can be jealous of another person's interactions with them. The most I can figure is that he has some perverse sense of ownership of me in his mind and he acts off of it.

I mean, I suppose I don't know much about him. I haven't taken the time to get to know him. I don't want to. All I have to go off of are the tiny glimpses of personality I see from him when Demyx is around.

And the ring. Why did he give me his mother's ring? She's sure to be disappointed when she finds out. Should I give it back? I don't know what he was trying to prove by giving it to me in the first place. Was it really because of what Demyx said? If he's going to let everything that lunatic says get under his skin then he'll have a rough go of it around here. He…

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"Are you writing about me?" Luxord furrowed his brow and downed the last bit of whiskey in his glass before snatching up the book Larxene had been writing in at her vanity.

Larxene growled and reached for the book that Luxord had snatched out of her grasp. "Give that back! Its private, you ass hole!"

Luxord snickered and held the book high above the woman's head. "Not private anymore. You are my wife now and I saw my name."

"You drunk prick! Just how long were you standing in my room!?" Larxene leapt up in an attempt to grab the diary but failed. "What I wrote in there is none of your business!"

Luxord turned away from Larxene and held the book closer to his face to read in the dim light. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say Luxord is jealous of Demyx. Incredibly jealous in fact. But I know this can't be the case…" Luxord turned his gaze to Larxene and grinned. "How cute."

"Stop it!" Larxene was sure her face was red now, both from embarrassment and rage. She charged at Luxord and grabbed the book from his hand, unfortunately toppling to the floor on top of him. She stared down at him quietly a moment and clutched her diary close to her chest. The man lay below her wincing and rubbing the back of his head. "Are you hurt?"

Luxord continued to rub the growing knot on his head where his skull had collided with the hardwood floor. "A bit."

"Good! Serves you right!" Larxene huffed and stood quickly to walk away but before she could get further than a foot away she felt a hand on her ankle tugging her back down. Before she knew what was happening, Luxord was looming over her with a devilish grin, the smell of whiskey strong on his breath. "Uhg, get off of me!"

"Don't be so cold, dear. This is our wedding night." Luxord smiled and rested a hand on his beautiful wife's face. "Come now, let's consummate our marriage." He chuckled at the feral growl the young woman let out knowing full well how badly he was aggravating her. That was his intention, after all. His earlier intentions had merely been to come talk business with the young woman seeing as how neither one of them was all too pleased with their arrangement. But upon seeing his name in her diary and the reaction he'd received from snatching it, he couldn't fight his urge to irritate her more. He cooed a string of meaningless words against her ear and stroked her cheek which only served to infuriate her more. "Let's kiss."

"No! I despise you!" Larxene pushed as hard as she could away from Luxord but it was no use. She was regretfully very weak, not to mention quite drunk herself. "If you don't get off of me, I swear I'll kill you!"

Luxord snickered and finally relented, letting the girl go. "Don't worry dear. It was only a joke." He stood slowly and walked toward the door. "You can't think I actually find you sexually appealing, can you?"

Larxene watched with a glare as Luxord exited the room. As soon as he closed the door she bolted up and rushed back to her vanity, taking up her pen and forcing it onto the page.

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He… He is as good as dead.