He feels bad when he gives Kairi her present. She smiles and nearly shakes with excitement. Axel actually thought of her! At least that's what she thinks. Axel feels bad because the gift doesn't have any meaning to it. It's just a pacifier to give to a baby you don't want to feed. Axel knows she wants more, but he won't give it to her. He doesn't want her...or so he thinks. Her strawberry red hair shines in the light giving her a sickening halo of innocence.
Does he hate innocence? He's not sure he knows. All he knows is that she is the direct antithesis of what he is. Whether or not it's real isn't the issue. Suddenly, he doesn't want to fuck her. He doesn't want to touch her smooth arms or look into her liquid doe eyes. He doesn't want to hear her breathing in ecstasy when he climaxes.
Suddenly his phone vibrates. He looks and it's Larxene. She wants him now. "I'm sorry," he mutters, "something's come up." He turns to leave. Kairi catches him by the sleeve.
"When can I see you again?" she asks.
"Later," he replies but doesn't turn away soon enough. He just stares at her. Before he knows what he's doing, the words "I'm sorry" escape his lips. She looks confused. Her eyes get wider.
"Why?" she lets go of his sleeve. Axel doesn't say anything else. I don't want to hurt you anymore comes to his mind but he can't say it aloud. He turns away and walks down the hallway.
On his way to her place he berates himself. He's frustrated beyond belief. Why did he say that to her? Was he really so sorry about what he did? He couldn't be! They're all dumb enough to be caught by him. They never resist. They never complain. And they always come back. But today something was different. Kairi was different to him. What was making this change happen?
He reaches Larxene's window and finds it open. He climbs right inside. Her room is small but full of stuff. Her fouton is on the floor right under his feet, stacks of magazines litter the far right wall of the room, the old wood floor is heavy and sturdy. There's an old television on the ground at the end of the futon and a microwave next to that. Before he has time to look at anything else, Larxene enters the room.
"Ah, you came," she says in a voice that makes Axel think she's been waiting too long.
"Yeah, I was in the middle of something," he replies, not feeling too smart at the moment.
"No worries," she quips and pulls her shirt over her head. Axel doesn't want to look at her but he does. He can't help but admire her form. His eyes go straight to her tits and sort of stay there. "Hey you," she snaps, "shirt off, pants down." He obeys stupidly. His shirt and pants are gone in an instant and next moment he's on his back on her bed.
Her kisses are deep and wet and hungry. He can't help but oblige her in her quest for pleasure. He lets her do whatever she wants. In spite of her freedom, Larxene isn't as mean as Namine is. In fact...she treats him like a lover...well almost. He groans when she wraps his dick between her tits and squeezes. He shouldn't be enjoying this because he's playing by her rules. His body thinks otherwise. Everything feels better than he expects it to. It feels so good he hates it.
Larxene collapses on top of him and doesn't move. He doesn't either. He thinks she may have fallen asleep. He stays there and doesn't say a word.
It's dark when he wakes back up. When was he asleep? Larxene is eating cheap Chinese takeout and watching some show on tv. She turns and notices he's awake. "Got you something," she says and points to a white flat box on the floor. The food smells good and he picks it up. He thinks about leaving and instead sits with her in front of the tv. They both laugh at something that happens in the show and they stop immediately and exchange glances. Larxene looks confused. He probably looks the same.
For a moment there Axel may have felt something.