Uhg, I was gonna update first thing this morning but there was so much other stuff I had to do.

I'm uploading two, maybe three chapters today. (I'm feeling super dizzy and ill so we'll see how my brain feels by the time I get to the third chapter.)

Larxene's starting to realize now that she ISN'TaPrincessOMG! and that it is time she stopped acting like everybody treat her as one. Of course, it'll be a while before she actually stops acting that way, but a least she's starting to realize it. Spoilt brats aren't broken down in a day, you know.

Journal entries will be scarce because, as you can imagine, Larxene doesn't have much time to write anymore. (That, and I decided I'm not too terribly fond of the format other than it helped keep track of time.)

This chapter and the following chapter take place on the exact same day as the last chapter.

And, well, enjoy.

Larxene opened her eyes to find Demyx staring down at her. She groaned and made an effort to sit up but he pushed her back down. "What's the big idea?"

Demyx laughed softly and ran a hand over Larxene's forehead. "You fainted. How very ladylike of you. Definitely not what we expected."

Larxene scowled and looked up at Demyx. "What are you doing here?"

"I'll tell you later, darling." Demyx smiled and began running his fingers through her hair. "Right now you need to rest. You were just lucky you were in my arms when you fainted."

"Demyx!" Larxene glared at him and put her hands to her head. "Within the past day I've discovered that my father was a rum runner in alliance with a group of gangsters, my lady's maid was actually one of said gangsters, my mother is still a ridiculously spiteful bitch and my husband only married me for my family's money! I can't handle anymore of this! Fess up now! What is your part in this giant mess!?"

Demyx laughed sheepishly. "Well, don't be mad…"

Larxene growled and crossed her arms. "Out with it already!"

"Your father got my father involved pretty early on with the whole rum runner business. There's a lot of money to be made in it, you know. Even though we were making a fraction of what the gangsters were selling it for, it was still good money. And I got involved too because, well, why not? It isn't as though I had much else to do. But somebody ratted us all out. My father got arrested, I'm assuming yours did too. So I had to come here, because that's what they said to do if anybody got caught." Demyx smiled and shrugged. "And here I am."

"So…" Larxene grumbled under her breath and clenched her fists. "You're just as bad as all the others!"

"Ah, come now." Demyx grasped her hand and shook his head. "Please don't be like this. I couldn't tell you for your own safety. You have to understand that. Nobody wanted to involve you in this, darling. We all love you far too much."

"Well I'm involved now!" Larxene rolled onto her side so that her back was facing Demyx. "Why don't you go make some moonshine or something?"

Demyx sighed sadly and put his hand on Larxene's shoulder but she quickly slapped it away. "Larxene…"

"Go Demyx." Luxord stepped over to the bed from where he'd been standing against the wall. "Princess here can't be bothered with deceitful people. She's perfectly innocent in all of this, you know." He crossed his arms and watched as Demyx slowly stood and exited the room. As soon as the younger man was out of sight he took a seat beside Larxene on the bed and nudged her. "He's right, you know. They were just trying to protect you."

Larxene moaned and covered her face with a blanket. "Go away. You're the last person I want to talk to."

"I'm not leaving." Luxord tugged the blanket from around Larxene's face and stared down at her. "You're being ridiculous! Just because nobody told you their deep dark secret, that doesn't change a thing. It doesn't change the past year at all. They're all still the same people that love and adore you. And you, might I add, are not an easy person to love or adore! You're cold and callous and absolutely vicious! The only time you're ever pleasant is when you're drunk! So if I were you I'd be thanking my lucky stars that I have people around that loved me despite all that, rather than laying in bed and hating the world because you weren't afforded a few minute details! The longer you lay here feeling sorry for yourself, the worse you're going to feel!"

Larxene glared at Luxord over her shoulder and tugged the blanket out of his hand. "Are you finished?"

"No! I'm not!" Luxord yanked the blanket back into his hand and stared hard at his wife. "This may not be the life you wanted to live, but it is the life you've been given. You need to make the best of it!" He paused to examine her face and even though she was looking away from him, he could see her roll her eyes. He scoffed in anger and clenched his fists. "Ah! Woman, you are so infuriating I can hardly stand it! Do you realize the lucky hand you've been dealt!? You've lived your whole life with a silver spoon in your mouth. And until this point life has been good to you. You've gone to the best schools. You've needed for nothing! And even now, you're so lucky! Here you are in an extravagant home, free reign over it all. Sure, the circumstances are a bit unorthodox. Technically you're a hostage to a group of gangsters, but at least they are kind and courteous to you! At least they don't have you working in some underground facility making moonshine until the early hours of the morning! They're treating you with all the graciousness that they would treat royalty and yet you still find a way to complain! You're a bloody moron!"

Larxene rolled over to face Luxord and narrowed her eyes on him. She sat slowly and reached out to grab his collar. "How dare you!"

"Stop now." Luxord growled and placed his hands on Larxene's shoulders in an attempt to lay her back down. "You just fainted a while ago. You shouldn't exert yourself."

"As though you care!" Larxene fought against Luxord but she was weaker than normal and he quickly won the battle. She stared up at him angrily, tears finding their way to her eyes for a reason she didn't quite understand. She blinked them away and let them roll onto her cheeks but before she could wipe them away, she felt Luxord's hand brushing them aside.

Luxord watched Larxene quietly as she averted her gaze from him. He smiled softly to himself and leaned down to press his lips to her forehead. "You need rest. Get some sleep. And don't be so quick to push away those who care so much about you."