Hello everyone! *waves*

Uhg, I'm so tired today.

Soooooo… Not to whore myself out or anything but…

I now have a Formspring but I have nobody to ask me questions (except for my creepy stalker girl who won't go away… geeze.) So I'd love for you guys to pop by there and ask me some questions. You can ask me ANYTHING and I'll answer! The url is ( formspring . me/sugarbeatangel ) just remember to take the spaces out of the url.

PLEEEEEEEEEASE pop by and ask me something! Anything! It is so addicting, you don't understand! T.T Please…

This is the EXACT reason I don't have a Facebook! Uhg.

Ok, all that BS aside, lets get back to the story. I'd like to address some reviews:

Ha ha, sadly I don't think Xigbar will be making an appearance in this story. I figure I might as well leave the poor guy out of this one. He's easily one of my favorite characters so I tend to default on him when I need a character for something. However, he can't be in EVERY one of these stories from this series. I had to leave him out of one, and this will be it. It isn't fair to other characters that got left out of other stories (Vexen, Xemnas, Xaldin etc.) to always include Xigbar just cause he's more awesome than them. Lol. But seriously, the mobster thing… Don't expect it to die. Ever. I'm a huge fag for mobsters and I was actually planning on writing an ALL mob story with the Org. but that's a tale for a different time.

If you're getting tired of/annoyed with Demyx, don't expect that feeling to go away too soon. He's going to be around for a while causing ruckus. I need him right now for that purpose. I'm sorry. I know, he's getting on my nerves too. But he'll be important to the plot for a while. BUT I've got a feeling that this chapter will give you a bit of satisfaction as far as that's concerned.

Saïx is actually not the villain this time around, though I don't know that he's a hero either. He's just there as an ominous character to make everyone paranoid. But when things start to heat up and his informant is revealed… Well, then he'll really start to shine as only that douche bag can.

And Naminé! Oh my god, do you love gun toting Naminé or what! I personally love the idea of something so small and adorable waving around a pistol like its a toy. So, don't expect that to go away. Her badassity will only increase until the climax of the story. *joysparklesparkle* But of course she won't be too terribly OOC. She's still a sweet heart, just a gun toting one.

And to everyone, thanks for reading! Thanks for reviewing! It all means so much and I truly, truly appreciate it!

Now on the story! (Back to journal entry for the chapter.)

Enjoy! (UHG! It isn't letting me put the normal breaks between diary and flashback! ARG! Oh well, you know the drill. Italics is diary.)

April 8, 1922

Well, diary… I've managed to mess everything up. Not just with answering the door to that man this morning. No, that wasn't bad enough. I've messed up completely and I don't know that I can really handle it right now. I've never lost something that I didn't know if I could live without. That sounds so very unlike me, but really, he's all I have.

I messed it up.

Normally, this is where I'd start blaming everyone else under the sun for my problems. Maybe I'd even blame him. But this is no one's fault. No one's but my own…

Larxene sighed as there came a knock at the door. She'd just finished receiving a long lecture from Zexion about the importance of staying guarded in this situation and how she should never under any circumstances answer the front door again. Pryor to that, Marluxia had come to tell her that he wasn't angry with her but that she needed to be much more careful. Now there was another knock at the door and she prayed that it wasn't another mobster. She couldn't handle another lecture. "I'm indecent!" The door opened anyhow. She whirled around with a smile, expecting to see Luxord. It wasn't Luxord. "Demyx! What are you doing here!"

Demyx smirked and closed the door behind him. "I thought I'd come help you get dressed. Although, I wish it was the other way around."

Larxene furrowed her brow and shook her head. "You shouldn't be here Demyx."

"Why not? Luxord is downstairs getting a lecture from Zexion and Marluxia is overseeing it. Naminé is busy too. We're totally alone up here." Demyx stepped toward Larxene quickly and grabbed her hands. "Not that it would matter anymore. Naminé practically knows and Marluxia's not as dumb as you think. Pretty soon Luxord will…"

"No!" Larxene tugged away from Demyx and scowled. "Demyx, this has to stop! It has gone on long enough and now I'm done. I don't want this!"

"What do you mean you don't want this?" Demyx wrapped his arms around Larxene's waist and pulled her against him. "Of course you do. You're just scared. That's all. But I promise you that once everyone knows…"

"You're not understanding!" Larxene pushed off of Demyx, growling in irritation. "It is over. I'm done! I don't want this affair!"

Demyx chuckled and shook his head. "It isn't an affair, darling! I loved you first. You loved me first. That makes any relationship outside of ours the affair."

"No, Demyx. No!" Larxene shook her head. "No it doesn't. You're so wrong. You're so wrong about everything! I'm married to Luxord."

Demyx laughed loudly and grabbed Larxene's arms, pulling her close again. "That didn't stop you before, darling. Why the sudden conscience?"

Larxene bit her lip and looked away from Demyx. She was furious right now. Pissed beyond all definition of the word. But that didn't mean she didn't care about causing him pain. But no, this caring for one another thing was a two way street and if she was going to take his feelings into consideration, he should have to take hers. She kept her eyes downcast and relaxed under Demyx's grip. "I… I love him."

"You what?" Demyx stared at Larxene a moment before bursting into hysterical laughter. "Oh, oh d-dear Lord, Larxene! Ha! Oh, darling! That's rich!"

Larxene snapped her gaze to Demyx angrily. For some reason, tears were beginning to sting her eyes and she grit her teeth. "I mean it!"

Demyx's laughter faded to a light giggle and he wiped the corner of his eye. "No. No you don't."

Larxene glared at Demyx through the now increasing tears. "Yes I do! I love him Demyx! I love him and I want to be his wife! I'm done with this!"

Demyx's gaze narrowed on the woman in front of him, anger now rising. "You don't love him, Larxene. You love me. And quite frankly, I'm beginning to grow impatient."

"I don't love you Demyx! I don't! I never have and I never will!" Larxene stared up at Demyx furiously. "I care for you and you are my dearest friend! You've been such an important part of my life for as long as I can remember! But I don't love you! Not in the way you need me to. So let it go!"

"You're lying!" Demyx moved his hands to cup Larxene's face. His eyes were now beginning to swim with tears as he stared down at her. "You do love me! I know it! Those times we made love were so beautiful and special! You gave yourself to me your first time! Not to him, to me! We're meant to be together, Larxene! We made love just a week ago, damn it! I know that meant something!" He pulled her into a kiss gently and held her still. He was determined to get through to her.

Larxene looked up at Demyx sadly with his lips crushed against hers. She knew she needed to pull away, but instead she slid her hands up his chest. He pulled away from her slowly and she stared up at him. "Demyx… I…" But something caught her eye. Movement. She peered over Demyx's shoulder to see Luxord standing at the door, staring with rage. "L-Luxord! Th-this isn't…"

"Isn't what, daaaaarling? Exactly what it looks like?" Luxord clenched his fists and glared at the two before him. "This isn't my wife standing nude in the arms of another man she swore up and down that she wasn't involved with?"

Larxene pushed past Demyx toward Luxord slowly. "Luxord, listen…"

"No! No, I'm through listening to you! You lying bitch! I trusted you. I believed you when every inch of my gut told me otherwise. Hell, even Marluxia was hinting around to it and I ignored it!" Luxord threw his gaze to Demyx before tossing it back to Larxene. "Tell me, does everyone know or just a select few?"

"Don't take it so hard, Lux." Demyx shrugged and smiled.

"You shut your filthy mouth you little bastard!" Luxord narrowed his gaze on the other man. "I'll deal with you in a moment."

Demyx scoffed and crossed his arms. "You really have no one to blame but yourself."

"Shut up, Demyx!" Larxene glowered at him before turning her eyes back to her husband. "Luxord, really! There's so much more involved than just…"

"Save it! I don't want to hear anything you have to say." Luxord took a step back from Larxene as she reached out to him. "Don't. Don't you dare touch me with those hands."

Larxene shook her head violently as the tears began streaking down her makeup caked face. "Luxord, please! You have to understand. I love you! I never meant to…"

"To what? Get caught?" Luxord stared hard at Larxene. "Believe me, I already know that. The only thing I don't actually know is how long this has been going on. Has it been before we were married or was it that you got a sudden itch to be an adulterous whore after the fact!"

Larxene shook her head sadly. "Luxord, please."

"Answer the fucking question, Larxene!" Luxord planted his hands on his hips. "When did this start!"

Larxene couldn't lie anymore. She just couldn't. It wouldn't do any good and Luxord wouldn't believe her anyhow, but aside from that, she didn't want to lie to him anymore. She took in a deep breath and kept her eyes downcast. "Th-the day after our wedding. I was frustrated and confused and I needed someone to talk to and so I found Demyx and he was drunk and I was so confused that I let…" Larxene trailed off and bit her bottom lip. "But I'm not confused anymore! I know what I want Luxord, and that's you! I want you. I love you and I'm happy with you!"

"That's why you slept with him a week ago? Because you love me, but you were confused?" Luxord scoffed and shook his head. "What a load of horse shit."

"This is all just happening so fast that I…" Larxene hiccupped quietly as she began to cry more heavily. "It was a mistake. Please understand that…"

"The only thing I understand is that you've made a mockery of our marriage this whole time. What's worse, you've made a mockery of my mother's wedding ring. A symbol of unity and devotion, and you've practically spat on it." Luxord held his hand out toward Larxene calmly. "I want it back."

Larxene clasped her ringed hand in her other hand and shook her head. "P-please don't, Luxord. I cherish it and everything it stands for! I love you. I don't want…"

"I do not give a shit what you want!" Luxord grabbed Larxene's wrist and forced her hand open to reveal the ring.

"Don't touch her!" Demyx shoved Luxord back and put a protective hand on Larxene's shoulder. He turned her toward him and tried to coax her hand into giving access to the ring. "Come now, darling. Don't be silly. Give the bastard his ring back and I'll buy you a pretty, new one."

Larxene shook her head and clutched her hand tighter. "No! Stop it!"

"I'm sorry, darling. You have to." Demyx smiled sweetly at her and caressed her face gently. "Here, just let me help you."

Larxene shook her head again as Demyx began to peel her fingers back and gained access to the ring. "I don't want to give it back! It means the world to me!"

Demyx wrapped his fingers around the ring and tugged quickly. It popped off in his hand. He quickly released it and let if fall onto the floor with a deafening ting. "There. Now that worthless piece of garbage is disposed of."

Luxord grit his teeth and glared at Demyx as he knelt to pick up the ring. "Watch your mouth."

Demyx put his foot over the ring just as Luxord's fingers made contact with it. "Take your mother's trash and get the hell out." He watched as Luxord calmly snatched up the ring in his hand. He smiled with satisfaction before murmuring to himself. "Fils de putain…"

Luxord stood quickly and eyed the shorter man. "What did you say?"

"Fils de putain. Come now, I know you must speak some French." Demyx grinned widely as Luxord continued to stare at him. "No? Allow me to translate. I called you a son of a…"

And then Luxord felt it. That satisfying contact of fist to flesh. He didn't hesitate at all. In fact, he was quite certain his fist began to fly long before Demyx provided his translation, which was unneeded. But he didn't stop with the single hit. He followed Demyx to the ground where the man had fallen and continued to deal blow after blow to his face. He half expected Larxene to shriek and make an effort to stop him, but she didn't. Why didn't she? Surely she must care that he was pummeling her lover into the floor. Then he felt a gun to the back of his head and froze.

"Stop. Stop it right now!" Naminé stared down at Luxord angrily. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Luxord!"

Luxord stood slowly and turned to face Naminé. "Just giving that bastard what he deserves."

Naminé looked from Larxene to Demyx, who was now unconscious on the floor, and then back to Larxene again. "What happened?"

Larxene looked to Naminé sadly. "W-we… I…" She would lie. She would lie to protect Luxord. "I was just getting ready. Demyx barged in, I think he was drunk. He tried to force himself on me. That's when Luxord stopped…"

"Stop lying." Marluxia stepped into the room and crossed his arms. "I know that you two have been having an affair for some time now. And the boy isn't stupid. He wouldn't risk our livlihood to rape you when it could mean his own life would end." He looked over to Luxord who was seething quietly. "My guess is that our dear Mr. Gabbiani overheard something he wished he hadn't. But there is no time to discuss that now. We have our roles to play and this evening needs to be as flawless as yesterday's. Now hurry and clean the blood off you knuckles…"

Luxord scowled. "I'm not going to pretend everything is alright. How can you expect me to?"

"Oh, I expect you to. And you will or you'll regret it." Marluxia turned to Larxene with a smile. He reached out and cupped her chin gently. "And the same goes for you, sweet. Flawless and perfect or else. Now wipe that pretty face clean and start over. Nobody likes to see a lady cry."

Marluxia was right. Nobody likes to see a lady cry.

Maybe that's why Luxord avoided any eye contact with me.

He hates me now, I know it. And as hard as I tried to apologize and fix things, he wouldn't have it…

"H-hey…" Larxene forced a smile as she stepped up beside the poker table where Luxord sat. "Marluxia said it'd be okay for you to have another drink. There's only a few stragglers left so it doesn't matter if you get drunk."

Luxord kept his eyes narrowed down on the cards in his hands as he dealt himself a game of solitaire.

"S-so, here." Larxene sat a glass of whiskey on the edge of the table and bit her bottom lip. "Zexion gave you the good stuff."

Luxord turned a glance toward the drink before putting his eyes back on the game before him.

"You've been awfully quiet tonight. Last night you were pretty wild and fun. Everybody really liked your company." Larxene sucked in a quick breath and took a seat beside Luxord. They sat in silence a moment before she reached out hesitantly toward him. "Luxord, please just…"

Luxord growled and snatched the glass of whiskey up in his hand. He nodded to the few remaining bar patrons who were sloppily gathering their belongings to leave, and then stormed his way up the stairs. He'd reached his room by the time he noticed a pair of high heels clacking after him. He quickly slammed the door behind him and locked it. There was a knock. "Go away."

Larxene rested her head against his door and jiggled the doorknob to no avail. "Luxord, we need to talk. I love you and I…"

"Get some rest." Luxord took gulp of the whiskey and swallowed it hard. "You've got a breakfast date with S. M. Laurent tomorrow morning and you wouldn't want to look anything but your best…"