Sorry this is really late getting out. I said it would be out by Monday, but the weekend was shorter than I thought. I've decided I'm not gonna say when I think I'll get the next one out. I'll just update when I do. But don't worry it won't be too long. And another thing…if it takes me a while to update, don't assume that I quit fanfiction, ok? If I did, I would put that up on my update section of my profile. Anyhow, on with the story.
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I stepped into the light. I squinted my eyes as they adjusted to the new surroundings. I was in the library, the lights were lit and it wasn't dusty.
The same pile of books were scattered in the middle of the room. I smiled at being home and I walked forward towards the doors across the room. As I made my way to the stacks of books I heard a voice.
It belonged to a female and it seamed as if she was mumbling to herself. It was coming from behind the stack of books in front of me. I walked around and screamed at the top of my lungs at who I saw.
She was sitting there, cross-legged with a piece of paper in one hand and a pen in the other. Her blonde hair was tucked behind her ears and her blue green eyes sparkled.
"Larxene," I spoke.
She didn't look up. I bent down and waved a hand in front of her face. She didn't notice either. Was I dreaming? Could she see me, hear me? What's going on?
She started to write on the paper. Her eyes were full of so much emotion as she paused occasionally to decorate the page with lightning bolts and other drawings.
I stood there bewildered that Larxene was sitting in front of me. All of a sudden the doors at the other side of the library opened. A man stepped in. His pink tinted hair blowing back as he made his way over to his friend.
I, once again screamed at seeing someone I thought to be dead. He didn't do anything either. He stopped next to his friend on the ground and looked over her shoulder. "You're never gonna tell me what that book is, are you?" he asked smiling.
She shook her head and placed the paper down next to the open book near her knee. "What's up?" she asked looking up at him.
He straightened up and said, "There's been a little complication. We have to go now. You have five minutes. I'm gonna go round the others." He turned and disappeared into a cloud of black.
"Marluxia!" I shouted reaching for the cloud just as it faded away. "No…Marly…" I said sadly. I turned around to see Larxene.
She was finishing righting on the piece of paper. "I'm so sorry that I must leave, my dear library. But, not to worry, I'll be back soon. I would never leave you," she said as she folded the paper delicately and placed under the book in front of her.
She stood and summoned a portal. She looked around once more and closed her eyes. When she opened them again I could have sworn I saw a tear roll down her pale cheek as she stepped into the portal.
"Larxene—Larx" I said as the portal disappeared.
I sat down in the middle of the books and pulled my knees up to my chest. What was happening? I leaned back and my back hit one of the stacks of books. I turned around and scrambled to pick up the books I had knocked over. I noticed a small piece of paper sticking out of one of the books.
I pulled it out and opened it. I smiled when I saw what it was. There was a picture of a blonde and a redhead. They were both dressed in Organization cloaks. Me and Larxene. It wasn't the best drawing but it reminded me a lot of the style that Naminé draws.
There was writing beneath the picture. It read:
I know that I've always been a big brat to Xarene but I don't hate her. I guess I was just jealous because everyone was paying a lot of attention to her when she came along. I've come to see that she's not a bad person. We may not always get along and it may seam like we wanna just kill each other at times but I don't hate her. She's the closest thing to me really. Sure, Marly is my best friend but it's just not the same as having a girl as a friend that you could tell secrets to and paint each other's toenails and do each other's hair. Sure I could do something with his hair—I'm sure he wouldn't mind—but it's still not the same. I wish that I could get up the courage to tell her that I don't hate her. But the more I feel like telling her the more I feel that she is growing angrier and angrier with me. So as time progresses, I feel that it's too late to tell her. But I promise that someday I'll tell her or maybe I'll just throw this paper at her while running through a room and let her read it.
Anyhow, so I've either told you or your now reading this, Xarene—I mean Raene—it's just to say what I wrote above. I don't hate you; it may look like I do. But you'll always be my best friend. It's like how you always say—"Nobodies don't get to be with their families but now we have a new one." All thirteen of us plus you and Naminé—we're all a big happy, messed up family.
I just had to let you know this because one day we may not ever get to see each other again. If we become whole again, we may be separated forever. I just have to let you know this so that if that happens you can look at memories of being a Nobody with me and the rest of our family. You'll always be my best friend, Seraph of Mortality.
Larxene XII The Savage Nymph
I smiled and closed the paper. This time I stuck her secret note in my pocket for later. I suddenly heard approaching voices. I turned to see Vexen, Lexaeus, and Zexion entering through the large wooden doors.
"Marluxia told me to help get you guys—so where is he now?" Vexen said looking around the room.
"Who knows," replied Zexion in his usually bored tone of voice.
The two turned to their brute-like friend, Lexaeus. He just shrugged and cross his arms over his muscular chest.
"He's waiting," Zexion said.
The two older members changed their gaze to Zexion.
"What?" Lexaeus asked raising an eyebrow.
"Marluxia and the others are waiting at the front doors. It's time to go," Zexion answered. He too had his arms crossed over his chest. His lavender hair fell over his down turned face. His dark eyes were closed.
"Well then let's go," Vexen and Lexaeus said in unison.
Zexion opened his eyes and nodded. But before they all made their way to the door or to open a portal they all stood still, as if they were taking in their surroundings for the first time.
I stepped forward to them. They all had their eyes closed again and were breathing deeply. "Vexen," I said quietly. He opened his yellow green eyes and walked away to the door.
He stopped, holding open the door as Lexaeus opened his eyes as well and followed. "Lex—no Lex, don't go…" I said reaching out a hand slowly as he exited the library and Vexen followed his brute friend.
I turned back to Zexion. His eyes were still closed. He inhaled deeply and then opened his eyes. They were brighter then I had ever seen them. He smiled then turned to walk away.
"Zexion, don't go!" I said. The second those words left my mouth, he stopped. My eyes lit up. Could he hear me? He didn't turn back to face my direction, but kept his glance forward.
"Zexion—no one else can hear me. I need you to hear me," I said. I knew he couldn't hear me, but I truly needed him to. I reached out a hand to touch his back. He was quite short and was only as tall as Axel maybe. I took a step closer to him. His sweet smell radiated off him and filled my nose with it.
"Zexy—please—don't go," I said. He started to walk away after I said that. I reached out a hand to grab his cloak this time, but sadly, my hand went right through his shoulder.
I was saddened. I knew he wasn't really there. I was positively going mad. He and the others died a year ago. But why did they seam so real to me at that moment?
He exited the door and I closed my eyes. I opened them a few minutes later. To my surprise the room was different. Just a few minutes ago it was clean and the lights were lit. Now it was dusty as it had been for the last year and the center chandelier was lit, casting a gloomy glow over the library.
All of a sudden the lights flickered slightly above my head. I looked up and watched as half of the lights in the chandelier went out, making the room even darker.
A portal appeared behind me and I spun around. Xigbar emerged from the portal with an alarmed look on his face. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"What do ya mean?" I questioned.
"I heard screaming coming from the library. Was it you?" he said. I raised an eyebrow. "It was going on non-stop for like ten minutes."
"No," I answered. I had screamed twice when seeing Larxene and Marluxia, but it wasn't for ten minutes non-stop.
"That's strange…" he said. "Are you sure you didn't hear anything?" he asked.
I shook my head. He nodded. "Xigbar, have you ever seen people that you know are no longer living?" I asked.
"What?" he said.
"Like—you know that this person is dead, but you feel like there next to you. You can see and hear them."
He shook his head. "Where you gettin' that?" he asked.
"No-nothin'" I said stuttering.
"Xarene…" he said sternly. He walked forward.
"It just that—I think that I just saw the other members—the ones that died last year," I said. It was impossible to hide anything from him.
His eyes widened. "You saw Vexen, Lexaeus, and Zexion?" he said.
I nodded. "And Larxene and Marluxia."
"How?" he asked.
"Dunno. I just walked in here and Larxene was sitting there. She was doing the same thing she did the last day she was here—the day they left with Marluxia."
"Why do you think you saw them, and at that time, too?" he asked.
I closed my eyes and shook my head. "I don't know. Do you think it's tryin' to tell me something?" I said.
Xigbar stood there for a minute. He was thinking. "Xarene—"
"Yes?"
"—did you know about the plot? The plot to take over the Organization?"
My eyes widened. "I—I—" I sighed. "—yes."
"Maybe whatever made you see them is trying to tell you something."
"Like what?"
"If you knew of the plot, you could have stopped it, couldn't you?" he said staring deeply at me.
I nodded. "But—I don't understand—"
"Maybe it's trying to show you that you could have stopped them from leaving, and saving them in the end."
"Are you saying it's my fault that the five of them are dead?" I said.
"I'm not accusing anyone of manslaughter—I'm just saying—maybe it's saying that you could have saved them."
"You're not exactly helping," I said saddened.
"I'm not supposed to make everyone happy, Xarene." He paused and took a few deep breaths. "Maybe it's a sign that—"
He stopped half way through his sentence. "Sign that what?" I said.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Dunno,' he answered. "I'm not the mental thinking kind of person who can figure out things like that. That's more your department, Xarene. Destiny. Fate. Whatever you saw has something to do with your future. I can't help you."
I looked down at the ground disappointed. Why did I see them?
"Hey, Xarene," he said. I looked up. "It's a persons job to settle what their own fate is."
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Hey guys! I'm sorry it's soo late. It'll take a while to update from now on. I'll try to get one every other week hopefully. My parents don't like me writing stories, so yeah, whatever. Oh and sorry that the stuff on my profile is gone. I'll fix that later and put the other pics up later.
