Larxion: Chemicals React

“I’ll always be thinking of you.
Waiting for you,
Wishing for you,
Hoping for you,
Wanting you
But if I can’t have you now…

I’ll see you in the next life…………………”


“Who was she? Was it Relena; Arlene; Larene? I’m not sure.”
“Who ever she was, she really sacrificed herself. Hey, you ok there?”

A slate haired teen looked at the murder scene. S-she saved me… But why did she?  He wanted to know SO badly. But as he racked his brain for them, nothing came. Whoever she was was obviously happy for the guy’s sake. But what anyone wouldn’t understand was why the “school bitch” (apparently) would rescue the “emo?”

It just didn’t make much sense.

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“We’re you right, was I wrong
We’re you weak, was I strong
Both of us broken caught in a moment,
We lived and we loved and we hurt and we joked...
But the planet’s all aligned, when you looked into my eyes,
And just like that the CHEMICALS REACT…..”

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Zexion opened a portal straight for the corridor outside the Altar of Naught. He wanted to take his time. According to Xigbar, he was called for something. But he didn’t know what. One, because he didn’t pay attention; Two, no one ever pays attention to Xigbar; Three, who does?

He opened the door, to find a pretty girl standing by Xemnas’ side.
She had the same blonde hair; same blue eyes; same sweet, sweet smile.
“Relena…” the word rolled off his tongue swiftly before he could say anything else.
“Ienzo?” she did the same.
“Oh. So you have already met Larxene… How… unnerving… ” the Superior’s voice cut them out of their reverie.
“Not really…Sir” Larxene blushed, looking down at her feet.
“It’s her all right…” he chuckled to himself.

“Now, VI, I called you to take XII on the Castle tour. Wouldn’t want her to get lost now do we?” Xemnas smirked.
“He knows. He did this on purpose!” Zexion thought. Nevertheless, Zexion smiled and nodded. “But of course Sir.”

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“Um…Zexion? Can I tell you something?”
“Sure Larxene.”
“I’ll let you in on a secret.”
“Okay…”
“Truth is. I don’t remember my own past.”
Larxene sighed. “I wanna know.” She felt a connection between them.
Zexion sighed as well, recalling his own tragic somebody life. “Some things are just better left unsaid, Larx.”

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Many weeks had past. 126 weeks actually and Zexion was getting completely tired of the utter nonsense Vexen calls “young love.” He likes Larxene, he really does but somehow he thought she didn’t feel the same way. But how is that possible, they were Nobodies, they couldn’t feel. But that doesn’t make sense either; because every time he’s close to her, he could feel a spark between them. It wasn’t because Larxene could control lightning. It felt…different.

Lately, though, Zexion hadn’t been on many missions with Larxene, and she’s always found training with Marluxia, her “mentor.” He despised that pompously pink-haired scythe wielder. He just couldn’t help it. But he didn’t know why either.
“Oh. Hey short stuff.” Larxene greeted the schemer a smile.
“Hello Lark Bird.” Zexion teased. Larxene rolled her eyes.
“I was going to fry Marluxia’s ass today; wanna come with?”
“Okay.” He didn’t mean it. It kind of slipped out. Well actually, he just wanted to hang out with his Larxene.

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“You’re going down Marly!!!” Larxene snickered, pulling her weapons out with a quiver of lightning.
“Not if you go down first sugar…” Marluxia smirked, making his scythe appear in a shower of petals.
Zexion shuddered. That didn’t sound right. It was just so…weird. He watched as Marluxia beat the crap out of Larxene with a great amount of unusual strength. Oh that’s right. It’s November. It was Marluxia’s Month.

But just as Marluxia dealt the last blow, instead of thwacking her completely, he kisses her. Larxene melts in his arms. Zexion seethes with rage or at least he thought he did. He opens a portal and stormed out of the room.

“How dare he!?!? How dare that bastard!!!” Zexion growled to himself slamming the door shut behind him. “There is only one thing to do for this.”

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Marluxia skipped merrily into his room to find it quiet. Larxene was supposed to be waiting for him on the bed. He just needed to take care of a few things.
“Sorry to keep you waiting Maru…” Larxene teased. “You sure took your time.”
“Well, you have to be prepared for a lot of things Larx.” Marluxia looked into her eyes which were unusually static like. “Maybe it’s just a reaction to her power.” Marluxia shrugged to himself. But Larxene started to static herself out. She looked like what happens when you lose reception on your T.V screen. Marluxia gritted his teeth in rage.
“Zexion…”

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“You wouldn’t know the difference between love and pleasure you bastard!!!” Zexion screamed at XI.
“Whatever shortie...” Marluxia rolled his eyes. That was it!! Zexion couldn’t take anymore!! He steals his girlfriend; annoys the heck out of him; and calls him a shortie!?!?
Only a few people were allowed to do that.
“That’s it! You’re dead!!!”

Marluxia shot a wave of petals at the schemer. But he sent it flying back burning them to pieces. The Graceful Assassin froze for a moment of shock before regaining his position and struck Zexion at the shoulder. The schemer gritted his teeth in pain but uses the moment of his triumph to strike at his side. Marluxia hisses and shoots another wave of petals. Zexion blocked with his arms in front of him, earning a few cuts on his coat. He was feeling weaker by the minute.

“Zexi!!! Marly!!! Please stop. Please stop it!!!” Larxene cried, crying genuine tears. Zexion turned to look, pure horror graced his features. How could he do this to Larxene; even if it was for Larxene? The assassin saw this as an opportunity and stabbed him right in the back. Zexion faulted and gasped. “You backstabbing son of a bitch…”

“XII can you go to Halloween Town and research some heartless for me? You were supposed to go with VI but I take it something happened?” Xemnas arched an eyebrow.
“Sure Sir…” Larxene smiled hiding her grief. She opened a portal but before she left she asked the Superior something. “Just take care of Zexi for me…”

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Zexion woke up with a stir. He still felt weak after what happened with Marluxia. Marluxia!!!!!
“That guy’s gonna pay!!” Zexion growled. He sinks back into bed, pain overcoming him. “I’ve changed so much. Just because of Larxene…” Zexion’s mind wandered into the abyss of sleep after his last comment.

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A few weeks had passed; it was now the last week of December. And Zexion stood in the hallway; pacing uncontrollably. There was something missing. It wasn’t Marluxia, he was sent to the Vexen‘s room to see if he could be cured. Zexion hasn’t fully recovered, but was well enough to rejoin the activities.
“December, December, December. What’s missing?”

“Larxene!!!” Zexion gasped. He rushed over to the Altar of Naught.
“Where’s Larxene!?!?!?!?”  He demanded, slamming his fists on the desk and glaring the Superior in the eye.
“I sent her to Halloween town 6 weeks ago. She’s doing field research.”
Zexion retracted his glare from Xemnas…
“But that’s the place where lightning doesn’t work…”

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Larxene could feel her breath going shallow. She could feel herself fading away.
“I’ll miss my dear Zexi. I don’t know why, but I just feel connected to him. Larxene closed her eyes slowly. She could hear a figure rushing to her blood-stained side.
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Zexion lifted her up gently, a smile on his face. “Relena saved me from death before. It’s my turn now.” The Cloaked Schemer thought mildly.
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A connection will always spark for them. And I assure you, this is no illusion.