Old KH FANFIC Chapter 2: Revealed, a kingdom hearts fanfic

Kingdom Hearts

The Untold Stories of Organization XIII

Chapter 2: Revealed.

"Roxas," came a soft voice, followed by two gentle knocks.

Morning had come to the Castle that Never Was, though a night sky still prevailed over the city. Forever darkened, a certain atmosphere of calm surrounding the floating fortress.

This morning, a slend figure stood before the door labeled VIII/XIII. Dressed in the dark attire of the organization, with her hood down and her short blonde bangs exposed, Larxene patiently rapped upon the door again.

"Roxas, we have an assignment," she said plainly, without a hint of one particular emotion in her tone.

Still, no answer came from the boy's room, her following course of action being a direct approach. Her hand came to rest upon the handle of the door as she slowly slid it aside, lighting the otherwise darkened room with the illuminated fixtures in the hall.

The shared room was a cluttered mess, with clothes scattered across the floor, and a disheveled top bunk. Clearly, most of the clothes upon the floor were Axel's, the owner of such not present in the room. He lacked the courtesy to even make his own bed, something that didn't shock Larxene at all.

The bed beneath that, however, seemed to have a large mound beneath the sheets. Disheveled and wrinkled, a faint bundle of spikey blond locks poked out from the edge of the blanket. Roxas was still asleep, it seemed.

Continuing to survey the room, her eyes traveled from their bunk, to the gray walls, along the white carpetted floor, up and over a black dresser in the corner, and then along the surface of a plain black desk on the West wall.

Almost immediately, something caught her eye, a straightly folded piece of paper with her name written neatly across the front of it. Currious, she stepped across the dark blotches of clothing, making her way to the object in question.

Her hands reached out for it delicately, and lifted the note between her fingers. Unfolding the piece of paper before her eyes, she began to scan the page curriously...

A love letter...

A certain sense of irritation overtook her. Clearly, Axel was playing another one of his pranks, his need to tease and provoke people was neverending. How such an idiot could write this well though was a bit surprising...

...until she came to read the signature that concluded the letter.

Sincerely,

Roxas.

Holding the note perfectly still in her hand, her mind racked through this realization as the feeling of iritation faded. Had it been Axel, it would have been unquestionable that he would wake up with knives in several place knives didn't belong.

But...Roxas. The youngest, newest member of the organization...one who she had no problems with at all. In fact, of all the members of the organization, Roxas was perhaps the only one she could put up with.

Blinking to wake herself from the dazed state, she turned her attention on the sleeping Roxas who slept completely unaware of her presence. To her, he seemed almost...cute.

Folding the note gently again, she slid it into the pocket of her cloak, and turned back to Roxas once more. An unexpected smile, warm and content, spread over her lips for just a moment before she turned, and stepped silently from the room.

She could let him sleep, just for today.

"That kid sleeps like the dead..." Axel murmured.

The comfortable living space that was the lounge of the castle was a new addition since Xemnas' passed. Since the castle was no longer strictly a fortress, some homely adjustments had been made.

This renovation featured a large circular living room, with three straight sofas all placed at angles, and one L shaped couch filling the other section. Within viewing section of them all was a television, large and grays as the rest of the decor. A coffee table in the center, shaped like the Nobody symbol, rested in the middle, with a light fixture hanging overhead.

Connected to this living room through a wide doorway was a kitchen of sorts. Not the master kitchen by any extent, this kitchen featured a large breakfast bar able to suit at least ten at once. Behind this was a round stretching counter, with decent cabinet lining, and a large refridgerator.

This room had been established as the 'drinks and snacks' room by the organization's new leader, Xigbar.

Currently, four members filled the living room, each occupying a respective couch. Axel was sprawled out across the L shaped, Luxord sat attentively at one with a set of cards in hand. Xigbar, adjacent to Luxord, held his own set of cards, placing them down now and then in a friendly gamble with Luxord. The other member, Demyx, sat on the remaming couch, strumming an imaginary guitar with earbuds filling his head with music.

"This is just boring..." Axel whined. "We take a walk on the good guy side, and we've got nothing to do."

Luxord turned a page of his novel, "So find something to occupy your time."

"Like what?" Axel frowned, his attention turning on Xigbar, "Hey, new leader, give me an assignment or something."

"Sorry, Larxene and Roxas snagged the first mission that popped up," Xigbar answered, "Zexion hasn't detected any other heartless so...you're outta luck."

"Lame..." he groaned.

Television was only worth so much entertainment, and with the blaring sound of Demyx's earbuds adding noise to the mix anyway, it wasn't worth the effort. Standing with a stretch, Axel stepped across the living room.

"What am I supposed to do now?" he sighed.

"Why not clean that dump you call a room," came a cool feminine voice from nearby.

Each figure in the living room, even Demyx, glanced up to face the approaching blond. Darkly dressed in her tight fitting cloak, her blond bangs curled back over her hair, Larxene was both magnificent and frightening.

"Well well, if it isn't the Thunder Queen, Larxene," Axel murmured, smirking his usual smirk.

Larxene wore a plain smile, opposing her usual silent unreable expression. Striding steadily across the living room, she leaned her back to one of the walls and peered up at Axel, "Has Roxas awoken yet?"

"Nope, Rox is still crashed out," he answered plainly, heading towards the kitchen. "Why? He miss out on your mission?"

"It was small, I took care of it myself."

As Axel approached the kitchen, there came a certain sound from down one of the corrodors. A mix between a gasp, and a shout of surprise, followed by the patting of footsteps drawing closer. The final mixture to this wave of sounds was a repeated voice.

"Oh no oh no oh no oh no!!" called a figure from down the hall.

Xigbar tilted his head slightly, "Sounds like the kid just got up."

"Oh, good..." murmured Larxene calmly as she reached into her pocket.

In seconds, a flustered Roxas, hair disheveled and still dressed in his pj's, burst into the living room in a state of utter panic. Clearly out of breath, he first glared at Axel.

"Axel! Where did you put the letter!? I swear if you're messing with me I'll...I...I..."

Though strong at first, his voice suddenly weakened as Larxene drew a slip of paper from within her cloak. Not even realizing her presence at first, all the worry and panic that had set in subsided into a lack of thought. Brainless, stunned, all he could do was let his arms fall limply to his sides as he waited for the first hint of anger.

There was a silence. The members residing on the couches watched in confusion. Axel watched in sheer fear of the fate that would befall Roxas. Larxene slowly unfolded the note, and began reading aloud.

"I've admired you from afar for some time now, never certain how to approach you, or to express what I've been thinking," she read clearly and steadilly. "Everytime I saw you step into the room, I couldn't stop myself from admiring your grace. Each time I saw you by yourself, I could help but adore your elegance. The way you are...always so composed, graceful, the way I feel whenever I'm near you. It's almost like...I still have a heart. I could never manage to express the words in person, I can barely sum up the courage to say hello to you, let alone confess my feelings like this. But...if this is the best I can do, then I'll do it as best I can. Larxene...

I really...really like you."

She closed her eyes, and smiled as she recited the final lines.

"Sincerely, Roxas."

It seemed that all at once, every jaw in the room had dropped, including Axel's. Demyx's headphones fell from his ears, Luxord and Xigbar's cards fell from their hands, even Axel was looking on in shock.

Larxene casually folded the note once more, and slid it into the pocket of her cloak. Then, she began walking towards Roxas.

'He...is going to die.' Axel thought.

Larxene's form reached Roxas', looming a few inches over him. She began to kneel slightly until her eyes fell level with his. Roxas searched helplessly for any sign or hint of emotion. She was leaning closer, what was she thinking? What was he thinking? What could he do? What could he...

A soft, unfamiliar feeling came to his forehead. His eyes traced up, seeing the chin of Larxene just within his sight. Her lips were pressed delicately to his forehead, he hands on his shoulders for balance.

At that moment, it seemed all the jaws in the room would fall from their respective faces. A certain bewilderment had taken over each of the organization members, as all stared dumbfoundedly at the scene before them.

Larxene's figure slowly pulled back from his and stood straight once more, the only hint of her attitude being the gentle smile on her face. As casually as she had entered the room, she turned, and began walking down another of the corridors.

The room was left in silence.

Axel finally broke the silent stillness, looking back at the gathering on the couches, "Yo...Rox...are you alright?"

Roxas was stunned, speechless, motionless as a statue with a face locked in shocked embarassment. The other members slowly began to regain themselves, exchanging glances among one another.

"Is he going to be ok?" Luxord asked curriously.

"He'll be alright in a few," Axel nodded slightly, walking towards Roxas and gently grabbing his arm. "Come on Rox, you should go back to sleep...for a while..."

Roxas finally managed a blink, his body rigid and unmoving as Axel dragged him towards his bed. The letter was in Larxene's hands now, she knew how he felt...and now...

Touching his hand gently to his forehead on the precise spot her lips had been, he managed a long unreleased breath. What had he gotten himself into?