Love in the Snow

ooc around...I forgot about him so he'll help if needed

 

lol........

 

OOC: Oh, shoot! I totally forgot about Demyx xD! And he was in the fight. Is like everyone ignored his existence xP. Well, maybe you can put him as hiding, RA. That way, it can explain why nobody saw him >.>. And wasn't your other character speaking to Ren or something?

 

OOC: I just freaking PHail epically. T_T I also forgot if he was wearing his coat or not. xD
And ANF, :dead: why am I your competition? What have I done? Dx [lulz]


“Really, Larxene . . . I honestly don't need to hear things from right now.” Axel whispered, almost bitterly. “Got it memorized? He regretted saying that almost immediately, and bit his tongue mentally. He'd not wished to hurt her in any way at this moment, however, what he said was true. He was hurt, in pain and was fighting to keep consciousness, as well as keep a cool, calm mind as to whether Devon might be alright, and if Zexion's plan would go through. This was difficult as is, and Larxene's taunts were really the last thing he needed to add to his misery. He stared at her for a brief minute, after he'd finished his sentence. As he stared at her, he realized that all this time, she'd never made any eye contact with him since she'd been found lurking in his room. He looked away from her, averting his eyes to look down, as she leaned over the tub, over his body, still making no eye contact with him, and began to unzip his coat.

A dumb fangirl, eh? It was the obvious feminine jealousy, but it also made him wonder why was it bothering her with this much force. He'd openly declared his love for her, and how he'd loved her for his entire existence, but yet . . . she doubted his love and affection for her? Axel sighed, laying back a bit more on the tub, letting his body relax as he literally felt each and every fiber of his muscle let lose. Perhaps, it was understandable, as Larxene seemed insecure from the beginning. Maybe his decision to help Devon was something too bold in her opinion, and he could not help but feel that he'd again hurt her in some way. They sat in silence for a while, as the sound of his coat zipper unzipping was the only heard in the room. Her voice however, broke that silence, however, the inquiry about his injuries was in a deep, monotone voice and absolutely unaffectionate.

“Larxene . . .” he whispered again, after she inquired him about his injuries, quickly getting a hold of the hand that was pulling on the zipper. She made it so obvious . . . what was hidden in her eyes, and what she expressed on her face. He saw it all, right through her, like he always did. Her expression bothered him actually, as it was nothing but a facade. He wanted nothing more than to reassure his love for her, that she was his only one. “Larxene . . .” He said. His eyes quivering, biting his lips.“Just couldn't keep your hands off me, can you?”

A quick change of his expression came about his face as he spoke, his affectionate face suddenly disappeared behind that notorious smirk and wink.

“What happened!” Naminé blurted out, like the reflexive question it was. “I–I'm . . . sorry.” She wisped immediately, once she found Zexion's cold stare aimed at her. She lowered her gaze form the man, looking at the floor where her precious sketch pad was sprawled on the floor, awaiting her orders, which did not take long to come. She listened to what she was to do intently, but her gaze was stuck on the girl, still bleeding on the floor, and very conscious. Devon . . . her name was Devon. Naminé knew it almost immediately as she looked at the girl. She bit her lips as she saw the tiny puddle of blood next to her arm growing bigger by the minute. Her gaze shifted between the blood and her twittering eyes constantly, making her all the more concerned about her health. Conscious or not, Naminé still feared the consequences of severe blood loss.

“U–umm . . . I understand what I'm supposed to do, Zexion. And I can do just fine with her being at this state of consciousness, it's fine . . . b–but, shouldn't . . . shouldn't we treat her wounds first?” She could hardly make eye contact with the man in front of her, and her gaze was still on Devon's confused eyes as she spoke. “I–I think it'll be best if we clean her up a little . . . and I can alter her memories according to how you want them to be.” Naminé bent down to Devon's semi-conscious body on the floor, gently sliding her dropped items to the side she kneeled beside her. She picked up Devon's uninjured arm, and slung it over her shoulders, and with a small grunt, she hoisted her body off the floor, supporting her by holding her tightly from the waist. Hoping that Devon could attempt to support herself at least a little, she led her into the bathroom. Coming to the door of the bathroom, she paused, making a small turn to face Zexion. “Zexion . . . umm . . . I think I should be left alone with her for the moment. C–Can you please wait outside?”[/I]

Finishing her thought, Naminé took Devon into the bathroom, and led her toward the bathtub, where she intended to clean and dress her wounds . . .

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Naminé worked fast, as it was first compulsory to first stop the flow of her blood, and within thirty minutes or so, Naminé had done her job. She'd cleaned Devon's wounds and of any dirt. She treated every one of her wounds, the small bruises and cuts she'd received during the said attack. She dressed her most serious wound quite well, with what bandages she could find in the cupboard. She tightened the dressing on that would exceptionally well, as her goal was to just stop the flow of blood. She'd even gotten rid of her soiled and bloodied clothes and put her in a freshly warmed clothes . . . and now, Devon lay quiet and still, comfortably lying on her bed, as Naminé quickly cleaned up the remaining traces of blood off the floor and herself.


OOC: ANF, I'll give you one last semi-conscious post before you have to go wakey-wakey! 8D

 

Larxene had decided to simply ignore Axel like his own face was Medusa's curse, despite the fact that he was far from the word ugly. She was still annoyed and very angry with him enough to perhaps punch him if she wasn't holding herself back, and staring at him wasn't a option because it would only show the guilt she was feeling at the same time for leaving him back there. Yet, he didn't appear to mind at all, which only irritated her more. So he didn't care? Fine with her. However, even when she was set to finish unzipping his coat, her movement suddenly froze when he said her name softly and tenderly. But that wasn't what really stopped her. Her blue eyes narrowed when she felt him hold her hand, and she just waited with bated breath as to what he was up to. Larxene hated to admit that this affected her in some way, because otherwise she would only be in denial, and she was blatantly tensed. He repeated her name once more in the same tone, and she refused to look at him. In the end, though, she was glad she didn't because of what happened next. Her eyebrow twitching at the arrogant quip as her gaze was set on his chest, her fury flaring again, she slapped his hand away roughly, and raised the zipper up so fast and harsh, she almost ripped it. It was there she took the chance to purposefully punch him under the chin and jaw "accidentally", hearing the slight smack fill her ear in satisfaction and a slight bump of the head. She was not in the mood to play games, and while the hit wasn't as hard as it should've been, it would do as a warning. Trying not to smirk as she then began opening the flaps and getting his arms out of the sleeves, she said in a amused, delighted voice, "Sorry. My hand slipped."

Take that, you fangirl loving manwhore.

It was obvious she didn't mean the apology, but her focus was now on getting the coat off, and she felt her stomach churn and clench, as well as her chest. Her body even began to feel flushed when she remembered that she was going to basically undress him, and when she took the cloak and gloves off, his bare arms were revealed to her. As bloody as they were, she tried not to linger her eyes on the muscled and chiseled bumps so adoringly. Larxene was not going to outwardly admire his strong, and sexy arms, and by hell, she was going to have to hold off the desire to run her fingers pass them if it killed her. Licking her dry lips off, she worked on getting the coat out from under his weight, and using one hand, she lifted him up just a little on different places to finally pull it away, not wanting to get near him. She was aware of how it will be on her. Bundling the blood ridden cloth, she threw it into the floor, then worked silently on his shoes, thinking that she needed a break from eyeing what turned her on for a few moments. When she was finished with that, the most simple of them all, she also discarded the boots on the ground, and studied the bathtub, because leaning over it was getting difficult and bothersome for her. It was wide and open-spaced, almost resembling one of those suite like jacuzzis, round, and quite large. She almost smacked her head, wondering what she was doing outside when she could in there with him. It was much easier that way.

Thinking she should get the first aid kit and towels, she got up from her knees, and made her way out without a word through the door. The box was easy to find this time, used to where it usually was hidden, and when she got it in her hands, she only laid it on the floor after. There, she began to take off her boots as well the way she did to Axel, socks, and all, and then folded up her black pants up to her knees. Larxene knew they were going to get wet, with what she was planning to do, so it was better to get ready. Heading back to the bathroom quickly with the box in her grip again, her thoughts went straight to get a small towel to use, and a sponge, to clean up the wounds. In other words, she was going bathe him. With both her arms now full of items, she reluctantly walked, and stepped inside the tub slowly, standing there for a few second almost as to get the feel, before moving forward, and placing all the objects in a counter on the corner that the bathtub provided. Letting out a breath, feeling like a busy bee for some reason, she then turned around, facing what was Axel's full body from the top view, though she still managed to evade staring at his face. All that was left on him, was his black shirt, and his black pants, one that she needed to take off next.

Feeling her skin get goosebumps, and her cheeks heating when she thought about the pants, she concluded to get the shirt off first. Larxene pondered why she was helping him in the first place. Maybe because his girlfriend was off almost dying, and hopefully dies, so she was the one left to take care of the @ss. Roxas surely wasn't going to do it. He doubted the boy wanted to get close to Axel's skin the way she was going to do. Scoffing to herself, she went to sit down next to the redhead, her mind hazed with what the those two ever talked about to get him to save her that way. It was more than just jealousy. And it pained he enough just being here. Axel was perhaps attracted to the girl, or maybe he got tired of waiting for her so he was borderline choosing to move on. That girl was gorgeous, after all, cute, better than her, with long auburn hair, and whatever they have, was close to risk his life to save her, maybe die. Why wouldn't he? He obviously didn't for once think that he might leave, her, Larxene, behind. And she knew she wasn't pretty, or at least, not that much to keep him from straying to another female. Roxas's words were in her head about not jumping to conclusions, but Axel wasn't doing crap to explain himself anyway even when she hinted at the topic, and probably he had a reason to keep it from her. Fluttering her eyes as they blurred to take it away, knowing the idiot didn't answer her question, she went to ask again in a tight tone, talking to his stomach, "Can you tell me, where the hell are your injuries and wounds, so I will know under the damn bloody mess? I could abandon you easily if you don't cooperate."

As it to get her point across, Larxene let her hands run through his torso almost gently, before all of a sudden gripping mercilessly on his sides, knowing that one had a wound because of the spurt of blood that happened, and she could only imagine the pain as he cried out. She didn't mind the mess, her hands were tainted red ever since she touched him. She grinned toothily at the spot, acting like a child discovering one of the hidden marks of a treasure hunt, albeit her face had darkened oppositely. "Either that, or we can do it the hard way." Her icy melody then formed into a more fake happy. "Oooh, what do you know? I found one! Yay! I wonder, wonder where the rest are..."

Zexion had left to Vexen's caverns of a room once Naminé went to strangely offer to help the girl, and heal her wounds first. He did not like when she did that, and didn't follow instructions to just wipe the memory off her now, and went to do it anyway in disobedience. Not that he had much to say in the matter, and most of the time, she was being intimidated by him, for some reason. All he did was look at her, and she got the girl fumbling with words. Such a fragile thing she was. Either way, the moment he got back from cleaning the snow, and getting some cream, Naminé had better done her job when he returned. Fully. Letting out a high strung breath, he explored the room that the scientist resided in, empty of any soul while he was searching for what he had in mind. The whole place was strewn with objects already, shiny jars, vials, and other trinkets among others, and he couldn't almost believe Vexen was basically making this hotel room like his lab. Still, he began to look in every nook and cranny possible to find what he was precisely looking for before the elder man found him here. He was not looking forward for Vexen to blabber off irritatingly.

The first thing he had gotten was the cream, in a big jar full of it, marked with a sticky, white sticker on the glass surface, words written in what he recognized to be Vexen's handwork. It was like a ice blue in color, and he knew this could help Axel faster. Zexion had learned that this contributed immensely with wounds or scratches, to the point that when applied, it lowers down the bleeding a little, and in about 12 hours, heals the skin completely, with no scars leftover. He was planning to utilize it with the girl, but since she was being tended to already, might as well leave the ointment for Larxene to put on the fire wielder. Now that one item was discovered, where was the cleaning spray...where was it...he stepped into a corner where a shelf was stationed, sporting many types of bottles, and one spraying bottle caught his eye. Using his other free hand to get it, he read the words inscribed, and smirked when he got the cleaning liquid that was needed. Taking two more, he loaded them under his arm, and once he got comfortable, decided to portal out immediately. Zexion was sure Vexen wouldn't last long in coming back, especially with his equipment unattended, and while the darkness started to cover him with that thought, his destination was to Axel's room first. Rather, his bathroom. He knew the scientist would not mind his stuff missing when he explained what had occurred, more so because he was the only one he trusted with his belongings...

That's what he hoped as he materialized to the place, his first sight being Larxene in the bathtub with the man, her expression like a preying manthis...though a dismal preying manthis, while Axel was wincing because of something. Zexion blinked. Did he come at a bad time?

OOC: Makes you wonder if Larxene is going to kill him instead of helping :D. And failed at what, Pyrɸ?

 

well seeing as you wont let me eat you... you'd be the misue to the cat ay.. your always dodging - so instead of calling you a mouse i called you competition if you dont like it i can get rid of it..

Devon was not expecting this to happen... not expecting to be carried off by a girl that actually wanted to help. It seemed that the other person had just wanted to save his ass, not having a concern for her. She didn't understand what they meant by 'erasing her memories', what were they going to do hypnotise her or something? Well she wouldn't end up knowing would she? As she was getting cleaned up, she did start feeling the slightest bit better, though still pale from the blood loss. She didn't end up saying much to her helper, well she said nothing at all, she was too ill. As she was placed on the bed, she muttered a 'Sorry', but remaining quiet again, watching her clean up as she lay on the bed.

 

Ah, what is sweeter than to have the woman you love to come and care for you when you're enervated? Gentle and sweet . . . oh so lovely. Her delicate hands softly caressing the wounds, so lovingly, that her simple touch would be enough to make you feel as if the wounds were never there. Her affectionate expression, hiding the concern and worry in her eyes, as she would stare at you with the smile of relief. Just looking at her, into her misty eyes would make you forget the misery, forget all the worry of the world, suddenly making the whole world seem like a beautiful, fragile flower. Her touch, her look, her sweet voice had the power to subdue all the pain, taking you to a wold of bliss. She'd be the reason you'd want to live another day, she'd be the reason why you'd endure any pain, how you'd find your place in life, understanding the very reason and purpose of your existence. Oh, what a sweet thing this was. Just look at her. Her eyes looking at him intently, glistening with the florescent light's reflection, her soft hand tracing his sides, and that petite smile lightening up her face. Oh yes, one could definitely lose themselves in this tender moment . . . But this—

“Ahhh!â€

—was indeed different. There was no affection involved in her touch. Her eyes were not speaking to him silently, and the smile upon her face was not of relief, but rather of joy and amusement, as she pressed down on the wound she'd discovered quite recently, the thick blood trickling out.

“Holy crap, Larxene! What the hell was that for?!†As an immediate reflex he'd caught onto her hand that had pressed down onto his wound. “That hurts like hell, you know!†He'd found himself sitting up in side the tub, as he'd reacted to her little joke, and he lay back down sighing, letting his body relax once more. That slight jerk to sit upright had only reminded him of how sore his body was. He'd chosen to ignore the little punch earlier, but this, in contrast was really painful. He closed his eyes tightly as he literally felt his eyes tearing up from the excess pain that little wound was causing him now. Just when the pain was seeming to die down . . . “Do you only intend to vent your meaningless anger and hurt me instead of helping?â€

Pause.

“Larxene . . .†He began, sighing, sounding familiar. It seemed that this word was something he learned very well, along with both 'Uhh' and 'Umm'. Pausing for a moment, he opened his mouth to speak once more, when an unexpected sound and rush of wind passed through the room, as a familiar gray-haired figure appeared into the room. Zexion looked rather stunned, as he stared at them both . . . though Axel was not really surprised, as they both were in the tub together. His shirt was off and Larxene was technically on top of him, with a smirk on her face.

“Uhh . . . Umm . . . it's . . . not what it looks like?â€

Naminé heard some mumbling coming from the girl as she lay on her bed, and she could only return a small smile to her small apology. What was she apologizing for? It was she, and they who needed to apologize to her, for her current state of health. Walking over to her, Naminé took a seat beside her, giving her a reassuring look, with the sweetest smile before speaking. “No need to apologize. You'll be just fine.â€

Naminé felt dire, looking at her weak expression, as she thought about what she her purpose here was. Guilt churned in her stomach as she was about to take away a part of her life, to replace it with something that was completely false. However, this could not be avoided, as this was something necessary to keep their own existence at bay, unknown to the rest of the world. Giving her yet another smile [this time a weak smile] as she ran her hand through her hair to comfort her. She waited until Devon had closed her eyes, gently caressing her hair to put her in a more comfortable state. Once Devon seemed to slip into a subtle unconsciousness, Naminé, with a grim look her face, did what she did best.

Placing her fingers on her temples, she too closed her eyes as she looked for the connection she needed to unlock the door to her mind. It did not take long before she found the connection . . . a blond boy with blue eyes . . . The image she received was rather alluring as she wanted to linger on that image for an extra moment before moving onto her destination. Who was he? So familiar . . . yet a little distant . . .

Stepping into Devon's mind was not at all difficult, and with Devon unconscious, flipping through her memories were a breeze. Naminé took no interest in her other memories as she quickly skimmed through what was her life—her childhood, running after that ball, the unfinished homework assignment, the fight with her friend, the meeting with Axel last night—until she finally found what she was looking for, the meeting with Xaldin. The bar was so vividly visible to her, it was as if she was standing there herself, observing everything. She saw the entire incident repeating itself, from the accidental spill to the slap, to all the way to when Devon had lost consciousness by getting struck by Xaldin's attack. Taking the memory from where she'd met Xaldin, until her losing consciousness, Naminé simply willed it to be erased, and within a brief moment, it was gone. From then on, she began the construction on the memory of what would take its place. What would replace that small memory was a scenario where she'd gone skiing, and as she was about to make a difficult leap, she crash landed and fell into the woods, where she injured herself. She was taken to the paramedics, where she was quickly tended to and later brought back to her room to rest . . .

Naminé let go of Devon once she carefully linked that false chain to her chain of memories. She'd not remember anything that had taken place in the past few minutes, absolutely nothing. She'd never met Xaldin, she was never under attack by that man, nor had she ever seen them for who they were. All that was replaced by that small, but powerful false memory. Looking at her, Naminé stood up, giving her a bleak smiling. Devon looked so peaceful as she slept in her comfortable bed . . . now without any concerns whatsoever. Sighing, Naminé gathered her belongings and anything that would disapprove of Devon's current memories otherwise, and with a soft sigh, she opened a portal for herself to the hallway outside and walked through it without another glance.

OOC: I PHail at life, that's what it is. <33 And no, ANF, it doesn't bother me. xD I was just curious.

 

ooc I was gone for a week but it seems not much happened....But I can't be bothered to read everything right at the moment...

edit nvm reading it now...I just needed to finish posting a rp. I will edit this again when I am done reading everything

omg that was pricless xD Evil Larxy....But at the moment I have nothing to post

 

Devon opened her eyes, she thought she had heard sounds in her room, footsteps, soft footsteps. She didn't want to wake up, she preffered to sleep in. She slowly started to sit up, the pain in her right arm was still bad, as she did she looked around the room, nobody was to be seen. She cursed herself for getting up, sighed and fell back on the bed again, cursing herself again for she landed on her arm. She was truly an idiot, she only ended up in this mess because she went snow boarding. Why did she even go? she didn't even like snow boarding, not after what happened when she was a kid....

'Dejavu', she thought to herself as she laid there on the bed, stroking her fingers through her hair. Her long hair was done, which seemed unusual as she had always had it in pig tails. Ignoring her hair, she began to rack her brain, wasn't there an important even coming up? The answer came to her in a flash, the ball. She sighed and put her hands to her face, wiping something that wasn't there. Sure she had a pretty decent dress that was acceptable for a ball, she wasn't rich after all, but it was nice enough for a ball. The problem was that she didn't have a partner, a date, to be taken with. She wasn't likely to ask anyone either, as most of the residents where, well, old. At 17 1/2, she was one of the youngest people in the hotel to own a room, possibly the youngest, either way she was alone.

man i really do need a character hehe, but im not good at playing already made characters

 

OOC: You don't phail at life. You can actually be more successful xD.

Roxas had been running, well, not really, just walking quickly, having experienced something he couldn't quite comprehend. It was like a calling, that came as soon as it left, and he found himself browsing around a floor, not exactly knowing the destination he was heading for, just that he was heading somewhere. Going down another hall, he felt the his sense of where he was going slowly weaken now, and he didn't know where he was. He had searched Zexion's room to see if he was there withDevon, yet he knew it was impossible, considering his the Cloaked Schemer's plan. Sighing, looking down at the floor hard, he couldn't help the thought of the "Memory Witch" fill his brain. Maybe it was her he was subconsciously exploring for. No...he knew it was her. And somehow, he couldn't picture a old lady. Perhaps. He just didn't understand.

Not watching where he was going, he suddenly bumped into somebody, making him finally snap out of it. Grabbing the girl's arm gently for her not to fall, as he saw her figure to concur it was female, he muttered a sorry as he stared up, only to still in surprise at who his eyes caught. It was enough that he literally felt a spark when he had barely touched her, like a vibration, he just ignored it, but this...this was something else, closely familiar. Roxas blinked, making sure he was seeing this correctly, because as cheesy as it sounded, he could swear he just saw a angel. She looked like a angel anyway. Pure, innocent, pale, untouched. For some reason, it fascinated him. Not to taint her, yet to take in the appearance. The first thing he saw was her face, smooth ivory skin, befitting of her other features, with rosy, small lips, and beautiful, periwinkle eyes, maybe cornflower. So much, and so lovely the irises, that it made him feel like he was watching the color of a mirror, her eyelids and eyelashes giving it the right amount of shade, and outline. It was then he saw her medium-long, pale blonde hair, a quite contrast to his golden darker shade, resting on one side of her shoulder cutely. While Roxas raised a eyebrow at the use of the word "cute", he then went downward, studying her, her body was petite, curvy, flat stomach, perfect, considering she looked like a girl his age, nice legs, wearing sandals, and to make her more angelic, a white, simple, dress, with no sleeves, and reaching up to mid-thigh, decorated ruffles at the hem.

It was when he figured he was checking her out that he jumped, feeling his cheeks heating at the thought, and he let go of her as if her skin burned, blabbering something he didn't even know he was saying. Either way, he was enthralled with her, despite him making a fool of himself at first glance, and...the feeling he knew her didn't leave. Gazing back at her pretty face, he opened his mouth to say something, only to shut it again, In the end, as he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, he asked softly, "Who are you?..."

It was probably rude, and straight forward, yet that was all that kept glossing over his head. Who was she?



Zexion just grew his eyes wide at Axel's exclamation, having been putting down the items in his arms, and then raised his hands, palms up, as if looking here for peace, his face blank. "I don't really care, is not my business."

It didn't matter what they were doing, to him, if anything, it was a long time coming. They could "make love" here, in the kitchen, in the couch, in the bed, in the table, in the chair, he didn't really care. Though, he knew that wasn't what was being done now. He did want to question how come there was much blood than predicted in the bathtub, but truthfully, he could answer that himself, listlessly looking at Larxene. At best, he could read people, yet this time, he couldn't come with something that was permanent. Her face held so much, as well as her eyes, that he was confused on what exactly she was thinking, or "feeling". She was in her under clothes as well, no shoes, pants rolled up to the knees. Getting back to what he came here for, not asking, he got the cream jar, and one of the spray bottles of Vexen's cleaning liquid, and walked forward to the bathtub, placing the items down on the egde of the surface for her to utilize. When she looked at him questionably, he went to explain, "The spray bottle is, considering the mess I know the bathroom will be in, to clean. This is what I'm going to use to clear up the snow. The other, is a ointment by Vexen as well. It's much better than anything the First Aid kit can give you, because this not only slow down the blood flow and heals, it heals in 12 hours everything, with no scars remaining. I figured this might work for you, Axel, since you're really beaten down."

"Is that so?" Larxene hissed snidely, smirking at the pack of objects brought to her with mild interest. She shrugged, replying back quite casually, "It can work if the dumb@ss here ever tells me where his wounds are. He's not going to talk, so I got to do it my way. You know..."

She patted the side of the wound mockingly tender in which she had pressed hard. Larxene gave the Cloaked Schemer a high strung, tight stare, her tone a quiet snarl, "Do you want to do it?"

He raised a eyebrow, shook his head, but didn't say anything, now understanding where the amount of blood flowing came from. Zexion gave Axel a fleeting look of pity for half a second, before turning it back to nonchalance, pondering if the redhead did something to aggravate her. Whatever the case, he had to get going, and they can solve their marital problems themselves if need be. Composing himself, he responded, "I would not go near a male and touch his kin within a 50 foot radius of a pole. Besides, I have to get going. It's getting dark, and it would be hard for me to clean the snow with not much to go around concerning light."

With that thought, he turned around, getting the items he had left on the counter, only looking over his shoulder. "I do say so, don't end up killing him. We can't replace another VIII member." In that sentence, he began to portal out, darkness covering him as he called his destination, not looking forward to do such menial work. It was there, however, when he materialized outside, that he caught the scent of Naminé...and Roxas. Zexion widened his eyes in mild surprise, now alert, wondering if he should interrupt their meeting, but then he also had to finish this before the sky darkened, which was already. When Naminé came into their possesion, she was told clearly about not to say and what to say, if she was ever to meet with a blond "boy". The Organization never bothered to announce her of Roxas's existence, and vice-versa, she just never met the XIIIth member. Zexion wasn't sure what was going to happen with those two now, as she had no idea of her special birth.

"Perhaps," was all Larxene answered vaguely to Zexion's quip, not knowing if she will kill him in the end. She was beginning to be proud of herself of avoidng his face, and eyes, at all times, and still continuing to do so, so it wasn't like she was bothered in any way about his complaints. In truth, she was honestly hoping Zexion would've taken over somehow, because her thoughts and her suspicions, as well as him not denying it, made her feel restless, and hurt, and she didn't know just how long she could last with this on her mind. She had wanted her privacy so she could fully free herself of the lock she had on her emotions, so to speak, but she was not going to show weakness when the b@astard didn't even give a damn about explaining himself. Pausing for a moment to look at the ointment, she focused her body and brain on the work, only the work, to get the contemplations out of her head, especially with the tears swelling in her eyes before. Pointless anger, huh? ******. Didn't he know he was actually fueling it? The freaking idiot. Larxene had such a need to slap him, that it was hard to concentrate when she got back to undressing him. Ignoring the shake of her chest painfully, and biting her bottom lip hard, she proceeded to go ahead and take his shirt off, giving him one more chance to tell her where his wounds were before she literally gave him new ones. She was this close to snapping. And woe is he if she did. Then again, he's probably thinking of that fangirl again, and didn't really care whether she was here or not.

Maybe she should have chosen Marluxia after all.

In the end, she wasn't gentle when lifting his shirt up, and taking it off over his head, his arms automatically raising. Throwing it like trash on the outside floor with the others, she tried not to gaze at his full, opened bare chest and torso, feeling her body heated again, though she did take a moment to get control of herself. He had a six pack, oddly enough, the traces of skin ever so snuggly hugging his stomach, and his chest was broad, firm, and hard. Despite his stature, he’s surprisingly muscular, as she had figured long ago. It’s not that he's bulky by any stretch of the imagination, but he was well-toned, yet still compact in his agile frame for a nice fit. And she felt another need: to run her hands on it, down his bulging arms, and...get a hold of yourself. Yet, by God, how can someone so skinny be so damn fit? With the shoes, trench coat, and shirt gone, all that was left was the pants, what she was anxious of, and her hands hovered above the zipper, hesitatingly. Now, there was another dilemma. Larxene knew this was going to be desirably provoking for her, more so if she could barely hold herself with his upper body in lust, how would she not mind the bottom, where a certain treasure was hidden? Her blue eyes quivering, and taking in a deep breath, making sure her face didn't redden, she leisurely unbuttoned it first, and she felt her blood rush through her veins when she grabbed the zipper. Alright...who didn't say she could also have her own fun while doing so? Much less awkward, and much more amusing. Smirking inwardly at her new ploy, she then began to unzip, taking her sweet time, and shamelessly trailed her fingers devilishly at the bump inside, making it appear accidental, enough so he can feel it. In fact, in a bold move, she ran her hand along it as the zipper went down, truly grabbing him for a moment until the job was done, hanging at the tip, while her other hand was on the hem to pull the pants down. The size was quite impressive, amazing, even for someone who was not "turned on" fully just yet, and it was thick as well. She could only just imagine once he did get "turned on" on how it'll be. Her prediction was more than she expected, he was more than well-endowed, and she found herself blushing anyway at the dirty thoughts and discovery, finally. Larxene knew she wasn't going to get through what she planned without she also being dragged into it, so she finally ended the agony and roughly took off his pants, rolling it down his legs, until it was out, and she also discarded it among the rest of the garments. OVER.

Now, he was in just boxers, and she took a few seconds to cool herself after that stint. Leaning her back against the wall of the tub then, she didn't do anything else, and waited, staring at the ceiling alone as she said icily, wiping her forehead, "So, are you going to tell where they are, or not? I'm not doing anything else until you answer in two minutes, or else I would do it my way again. We don't have all damn day for you to make up your pathetic mind."

 

OOC: Damn, I need to get my priorities in order. D8 For some reason, I was being delusional today, therefore thinking that I’d already posted for Axel [to your most recent one, *TN*], and so I suddenly “remembered” that I’d forgotten to post for Naminé… O_O LAWL. But once I actually came here, I realized that I hadn’t posted for either. xDDD Wow, I wuz beein speshul fer owan momint. D8 Anyways…

ANF, hun, you don’t need to play an “already made” character exactly… Choose to your liking and play them as you like. Just keep certain parts of their personality intact, and that is all. But I hope you remember, love, Axel ows you a dance. xDD [oh boy, this won’t be good. lawl]



Portaling out onto the elegant hallway, Naminé stood there for a brief moment, just contemplating on everything that she had done. Her eyes seemed to lose their natural shine as she looked down at the navy blue carpet of the hallway, just gazing at the small strands of that carpet. She held no expression on her face as she gazed down, her soft hair loosely falling by her face. A blink, a second blink, a third…but there was no difference in her expression. It was as if she’d slipped into a coma. The bloodied and soiled attires of Devon still hung at her hand while she held onto her drawing pad and pencil with the other. She clutched at her daring pad and pencil as she curled her lips. It was her special gift, her own unique power to be able to control the memory of others [through the connection of Sora’s memories of course], however it was still something she never enjoyed using. She never enjoyed toying with the memory of others, as she felt as if she was stealing a part of that person’s life…as if she was prowling around in the forbidden territory of that being [which unfortunately was what she was doing ultimately]. Closing her eyes tightly, she sighed. She hated this, she hated doing such thing…she despised it! But it was unavoidable…well, at least in this case it was unavoidable. This was a time when she was to use her powers to protect their beings, and not for any profit for her ‘caretakers’. Yet, she could not forget all the other ‘assignments’ she had completed in order give the Organization their advantages to reach their goal of Kingdom Hearts. Well, these were useless thoughts right now, she thought shaking her head…there was nothing she could do then, and there was nothing she could’ve done now. No matter how you looked at it, she -was- their prisoner and their wish was her command.

With another small sigh, Naminé looked up at the long hallway ahead of her and started to take small steps which would lead her away from Devon’s room. A couple of thoughts were floating around in her head at that point. First, she was unsure of where to go at the moment. Should she head over to her own room and wait for Zexion, or should she go to her own place? Well, wherever her steps take her, it will be her destination, she decided. The second thought was how she able to make a bridge to Devon’s mind when she was not acquainted with Sora beforehand. It was strange…The last thought was of the link with which Naminé had managed to bridge the gap to Devon’s mind…that blond boy with the blue eyes. He was a new face to her, yet he seemed like someone she’d known forever. Who…

Naminé had been walking down the hallway for a while now, slowly and quietly, not making a single sound as she went; and she still had no destination. She was lost in her thoughts as she walked on, still thinking about that unforgettable face. She loosely held onto Devon’s clothes and clutched at her belongings at her chest. She continued to ponder about the blond boy with the blue eyes, and of the mysterious connection she might’ve had with him. There had to be. Lost in thought, Naminé had not been paying attention to where she was going, and that soon resulted in a crash.

“Eeek!” She squealed, suddenly finding herself falling back as she literally bumped off of the other person only to be caught just in time. She’d dropped everything she was holding onto the floor in frenzy and she stood there with her eyes tightly shut for a few seconds, just grasping onto the world around her as a voice apologized. Just from the sheer force of the bump, she knew the person was male and the voice confirmed it as a young boy. Once she knew everything was okay, she slowly opened her eyes mumbling an apology from her behalf. No sooner had she opened her eyes, a pair of the purest blue eyes met with hers. The eyes seemed only to gaze at her…deep, yet a little lost. There seemed an unique shine to them and she curled her lips as she found herself loosing her consciousness in his alluring stare. However, it was then that she noticed the dark blond hair that fell over his eyes, and little by little, she took in the entire appearance of the boy, and she could only gasp at the full picture…It was him…him! It was the blond boy with the blue eyes from Devon’s memory! And though she’d only seen his face through a quick haze, it was a face that she could not forget. She stared back at him the same way in which he looked at her. It was him, and it was real, his hand still resting on her arm proved it. She felt a shiver go up her spine as she suddenly felt a strange, yet familiar aura about him, and she knew right then, about his identity, well more so, his true being.

She quickly gathered her thoughts and snapped herself out of the trance of a stare. He was a nobody just like her, and a quick glance at his attires also something recognizable as well, as it was obviously the Organization uniform. Could he be…? Yes, perhaps. He could be the thirteenth member, the member that still remained unbeknownst to her. He was the infamous thirteenth member, from whom she was kept out of sight, and she knew this. She knew this well even when the Organization attempted to be discreet with that fact, always making some sort of an excuse to explain why he was not introduced to her. Reminiscing on all that, she continued to watch him with a discreetly keen look as he now studied her from head to toe, and after a few silent seconds more, he suddenly let go of her. Naminé said not a word as he stammered something, which ultimately turned out to be a rather difficult question to answer for some reason, as his question sort of pierced through her. She took a step back, slightly biting her lips, contemplating on what to tell him. With the step she took, her fallen drawing pad traced her feet, reminding her that the bloodied clothes of Devon were also lying on the floor. Panicking slightly, she quickly bent down to pick up her belongings, without answering him. Hastily, she gathered everything in reach and stood up, making eye contact him once more. “Naminé.” She squeaked. “I’m N-Naminé.”

With that declared, she paused for a moment, unable to say anything else. She felt the physical rush of her heart as it thumped in her chest, and all that was just from looking at him. She did not understand why she felt the way she did, but she could not also recognize the hidden bond they seemed to share. “Umm…I’m s-sorry, about the…the…whole bumping into you…thing.” She mumbled, clutching onto everything at her hand tightly. “S-sorry, I was not being careful.”




OOC: Crap... I unnecessarily made this post extra long… and this is just Namnié [2+ pages in Microsoft Word. xDD] Guess I really got into it today, at least for a moment. xDD But I’m kind of out of time too. So I’ll post for the other sexy b!tch tomorrow. ^_^-

 

OOC: Uh? Who's that other sexy b!tch? ;P That, and I think I might have Larxene's dress for the masked ball. I wnat to see if it's worthy.

"Naminé..." Roxas muttered to himself quietly, sounding a bit dazed, not saying much of anything else as he simply eyed her still, this time, intently. He didn't move as he watched her, repeating her name once more as if it was a lost remnant of a word that was foreign to him. It was odd, it was like he'd seen her before, but, this was the first time they ever met. Roxas now truly felt, that he had found what he was looking for when coming here, and he knew, inside, that she was it. That calling that drove him to this very floor. And somehow, this girl meant to him much more than he anticipated with only bumping into her accidentally. Not only was there a connection between them, something that pricked his skin hauntingly the moment he touched her, yet it was closely like...not that he believed in that. Love at first sight was a delusion. Especially as they didn't have hearts. Maybe it was something else.

One thing was for certain, however: he was curious about her. And he wanted to find out more, if he could. It was at this moment he got out of the trance he was in, a blink of his eyes once as he gazed at her, seeing her acting so jittery and nervous, and he automatically shook his head, his lips curving into a small smile at her actions. "It's okay. I wasn't looking where I was going either. Is not fully your fault." His smile grew, as he introduced himself, pointing a finger to his chest as in the gesture. "I'm...Roxas." Giving her a reassuring expression, he shifted his vision to what she was holding as he tilted his head, a sketch, and clothes tainted with...blood. Studying them thoroughly, he found them somewhat recognizable, and he couldn't really think from where. Who could be bleeding that much...

Wait.

Inwardly gasping, his eyes now widen in realization, his mouth opened in a small gape as the connection between the object and her expanded on his mind, and he slowly raised his sight back on Naminé, his chest clenching, in anticipation, in anxiousness, and in discovery. Roxas needed to make sure, though, because if this was who he thought she was...

In a tight voice, though quite weak, he asked sternly, "Who...who do these clothes belong to?"

 

OOC: Other sexy b!tch = Axel. <33 :D And do share this dress love, I’m rather curious… ^_^-


“E-ex-excuse me?” Naminé froze. She didn’t know what to make of his question once again. “Umm…” She could only mumble as she took a small step back. Even though he was in fact a member of the Organization XIII, and was somehow connected to the recent events concerning a few said members and the mortal girl, Devon, Naminé, for some odd reason felt an unpleasant tug at the bottom of her stomach, telling her that speaking to Roxas was going to prove problematic somehow. There MUST have been a reason as to why she was never to meet with him in the first place and vice versa…So, would it cause so much trouble if she were to speak to him, or perhaps give him the answers he was searching for, despite all these months of hide and seek. However, next to her doubts and concerns, she could neither deny the fact that she too was curious about him. She was intrigued by him, and honestly, and she was also interested in him [in more ways than one], just like he seemed interested with her. Every question she might’ve had, about him and his identity, about Devon and his connection with her, and not to mention the bond they seemed to share between each other…all these thoughts and questions seemed to quickly pile up at her throat but yet, naught but a sound came out through her rosy lips as she only stared back him nonchalantly, with her bright blue cat-like eyes.

Clutching onto the clothes tightly, she curled her lips, still debating with herself about what to tell him. She was all too well aware of the connections he had with others, but yet she was still in the dark for the most part, and that placed her in a rather difficult situation. “Umm…They belong to a friend? …of mine?” She paused, giving a meek smile. She had no idea why she had said what she did, but it was already too late to go back on her words. “Yes, umm…she’d injured herself earlier”

There seemed to rise a strange awkwardness between them, and Naminé would’ve done anything to get out of such an awkward situation. However, it was her curiosity on everything about him that seemed to glue her feet to the floor, and she did not want to leave just yet, not until she’d found some answers of her own.


“Holy :censor2:!!”

Another yelp of pain had echoed through the bathroom, as Larxene oh so lovingly pressed down onto his wounds again while talking to Zexion. Axel had quickly bitten down on his lips to stop himself from the spontaneous yelps. He gave Larxene a heated look, but it was futile as she had [amazingly] avoided making eye contact with him since she’d made her entrance. Giving a tired sigh, Axel closed his eyes as he leaned back on the tub, giving a Zexion a meek a gratitude for delivering him the cream and spray. Laid back and now quite relaxed, Axel returned a pitiful look at Zexion as he too for a moment pitied him. However, Zexion was correct on that matter as well, that he’d end up more injured than healed if Larxene took a sudden liking to bleed his wounds. He loved the fact that it was SHE who was helping him dress his wounds, but a part of him also feared for his safety as she seemed to be doing it with a rather foul mood, therefore a part of him did fear for his own safely.

With Zexion’s departure to the scene of the crime, Larxene had continued to do what she was doing…undressing him. The mere fact that it was Larxene who was undressing him would’ve made him smirk in every way possible. However, the undying and throbbing ache of his body had seemed to keep the dirty fantasies out of his mind for the moment, until she’d moved to the lower parts of his garments. It was here that the thought suddenly passed him by as he felt her hands ‘brush’ by. Axel had shifted his eyes from the roof to her as an immediate response to her tough, and her watched her from the corner of his eyes as she continued to work. H said naught a word, but he could not avoided the fact that his cheeks were burning at a high temperature…to the point where he felt that same heat travel to his ears, caking the sensation of hot steam leaving his ears. Making his hands into a fist and curling his lips tight, Axel did his best to keep mature thoughts in his head. It was like torture, her touch, but there was nothing he could do…And her touch went quickly as it came, as the next sensation was again pain as she now pulled down the pants hard, hurting and reopening the knife wound oh his thigh [made by Devon], and there was yet another yelp of pain that echoed through the room. “Ahh!” He struggled to sit up as he spoke with half a smirk. “Heck Larxene, are you here to help me or hurt me? I really don’t wanna die, ya know?”

Axel stared at her for a moment, as she sat at the opposite edge of the tub, staring at the ceiling and not him. He could not help but smile at her childish acts. They made her unique nonetheless, and a little cute ultimately. Funny how she continuously inquired about the locations of his wounds, but yet she refused to look at him. With another smile he called her name softly, but she was not affected, and was still angry over something he’d no clue about.

“Larxene…How exactly do you intend on finding the wounds if you aren’t even willing to -look- at me?” Taking another moment to look at her pouting face as she stubbornly stared at the ceiling, Axel finally listed the areas where he was seriously wounded, which in total were about 4. The rest were small cuts and scratched that wound not need any serious medication. “Happy?

Not taking his eyes off her hey gently lay back on the tub, once again still thinking about why she was showing such malice. He once again tried to put one and two together, attempting to figure out what it was that was truly annoying Larxene, and the thought of her jealousy [which she apparently didn’t have] came to mind. It was obvious that her denial of this jealousy was a lie, but was it truly this that was bothering her? Well, you won’t know till you ask…

“Larxene…is there anything you want to tell me?” He asked softly, slightly averting his eyes from her. “Please…tell me what it is that’s bothering you. If…if it’s anything to do with Devon, then I assure you, Larxene, that there is nothing…Do you…NOT believe me?” Ah, was that truly the reason? If so, then his heart would shatter, hurt him more than anything. Was it truly all that difficult to trust him?

 

It took him that long to say a response?

Larxene would like to think that he was just waiting for the right moment, instead of thinking the most negative aspect of him being stupidly dense, letting this go on without realizing her core problem all this time, and save him from being more of a idiot. And that included pointing out the wounds. Hmm. He sounded honest, though she couldn't exactly tell by his voice only, and she wasn't going to stare at him for the while. She was kind of unsure on the believing part, truthfully. Even with a confirmation after, a, oh, hour or so, it didn't ease her. Maybe Axel did deserve better, he could find himself the girl who was just as gorgeous as he was, with more of a nice personality, maybe more body...she didn't think herself as that much of a prize, honestly. Really. She just spent half of this interaction inflicting pain on the guy. If he did like that fangirl with something more, well, is not like she could blame him. She felt her lungs constrict at that, something dropping in her stomach harshly, but she went to ignore it. Larxene didn't respond to him either. Instead, she silently chose to take her eyes off the ceiling, and headed to crawl over to the other side of the bathtub, grabbing the bucket she had brought before from the floor, along with the sponge. Pulling a stray blonde strand behind her ear, a bit annoyed with the loose hair, as she still wasn't used to it, she then went to open the shower knobs, water pouring out of the faucet strongly. Letting it run for awhile, until she was sure the level was normal, she went to settle the temperature, looking for a warm feel.

It wasn't long until she got it, and filled the bucket up with liquid, which was a good amount. It also didn't take long for her to take it out after it was full to the brim and while leaving the water on, turned to Axel, moving her body a little closer so she could get at him. This was the first time she had seen his face for the while they were here together, with a sense of guilt betraying her again in return, though she made sure to avoid his eyes. In work, she flipped the bucket over his head, and made it rain on him, drenching his whole body, the blood floating away into the excess water and into the drain. She redid the process over, watching as the blood was cleared for the small time as his skin was very much visible. She had noticed more things now. There was a small gash on the side of his forehead, around the temple, there was a bruise there too, his stomach was the very nasty mixture of black, blue, and purple, another bruise, though this time, much bigger, his leg was wounded, as well as his thigh, the side of his waist, and even his chest had another bruise of the same kind. Xaldin sure did a number on him, damn @sshole. The rest were scratches,, and cuts, though she was thinking of putting the ointment there as well: she didn't want any scars on him. Not that she would care even if he scarred his face, yet, if she had a chance to keep him the same for his sake too why not take it? Abandoning the bucket under the faucet as it filled with water once more, she went and prepared the sponge, rubbing it with soap until it was as poofy with bubbles as possible, and then quickly went over to the redhead again, placing it on his skin as she gently began bathing him.

Now she really did feel like a wife. Or nurse. Whatever.

She started with his face, softly scraping off the dry crust off his forehead, jis jaw, his cheeks, and around his chin, her breathing quickening as she scrubbed his handsome face. She was too near (only to make sure she didn't miss a spot) for her to be comfortable, and not let her mind fly off into a thought of doing something, especially as his lips were right there for her to take. Right there. Though, she already did kiss him unexpectedly one time. Thankfully, it wasn't that hard to cover his facial features, her eyes only meeting his green ones briefly in a ardent and intense gaze, before she went to other areas. This only reminded her how much Axel resembled a fox, sly, sharp, not to mention the red, and tattoo marks. However, it fitted him sexily. Trying not to get sexually hormonal again as she cleansed his upper torso, she focused on the primary thing, only to slide her arm under him, in support, and placing her head close to his shoulder as she attempted to lift him up to sit upright. Larxene also made a signal for him to help by patting him with her hand to move, and he did so, now able to work much easier on his back, and reach other parts of his body. That's how she spent it for awhile. Her black clothes got kind of wet, though it didn't matter, as they got blood on them too, so they were throwaways. She saw as red substance drifted and dripped off him, and she continued, her inside tensed at the closeness, to the point where she could feel his body warmth. Not dwelling on it, because she knew what would happen if she did it, she forced herself again to concentrate on doing the job, and she did so, going over his stomach, his arms, his neck, his shoulders, his thighs, and even his legs. The only thing she didn't go was under the boxers, but that was about to change. In a instant move, she lifted up the elastic hem holding it, and dug her hand with the new freshly squeezed (to get out the blood) and added new soap again sponge inside, not at all ashamed as she literally washed his "family jewels", knowing her cheeks were blushing profusely, though her mind was amused on how she easily invaded his privacy so far. It even went over to the butt, though she didn't feel that embarrassed, honestly. It felt normal.

With that done, she took it out as quickly as she could, and then headed to the faucet again, drenching the sponge off, now that she was officially finished with treating him like a baby. Throwing the said sponge away to the side, not needed anymore after a good rinsing, she filled up the bucket, ready to shower him once more to get the suds off as she muttered quietly, "I'm almost done, then we can get you out of here."

That was all she said in the long run. What she truly wanted to sya now, with the question in the air, was for later.


OOC: I think Larxene has set everything on seeing Axel in his birthday suit. Course, she didn't see it, but she could easily guess now xD. He should file a lawsuit.

Roxas could tell she was hiding the real, official prove of what he wanted to listen to, and while that worked enough, he wanted to hear it from herself. It seemed obvious to him she was giving a small white lie, though he didn't understand what held her back. He didn't want to jump to conclusions right away, but he was so close to the truth, that he needed that one to seal the deal on who she really was, on what Zexion didn't want to tell him. Old lady his @ss. Naminé was far from it, if it ends up being her. Not only that, but if it is her identity, he had many things to ask her. His curiosity was enough when just looking at her appearance, and the bond they somehow shared for whatever reason there might be, yet this is a step further, and he found himself hungry for replies. After living with everyone being so silent about matters around, it does that to you, when the chance presented itself. Finally, he might figure out at least one thing that was hidden from him. Sighing, he eyed her for a moment, deeply, studying her face, and without breaking contact, he asked in a more serious, yet compassionate tone, "Please, Naminé...can you tell me her name? Is it Devon?"

His eyes shook wearily for some type of response. "You see, she's very close to some of us in particular, and I really want to know if she's alrgiht." It was there his visson shifted to the ground, his orbs narrowing slightly in bitterness. "Unless you keep things away from me too..."

 

thinks... thinks... thinks... damn nothing to say

 

OOC: *dances* Umm, umm… you’ve not shown me Larxene’s dress love. D8 Axel can’t sue her for that… he secretly LOVES all that kinky stuff! ;)

ANF...I think you should get a second character. What about Sora, or Kairi? or why don't you make another OC? If you're blocked, I suggest that you can make Devon wonder in detail about why she went snowboarding when she didn't like doing so.


She said nothing…and that was what he feared, her silence. He hated that…he hated how she would always be silent when her words were the only thing that could give him peace. It seemed that she was rather fond of depriving him of his wishes in such moments. Well, there was nothing he could say, nor do as she continued to sit and stare at the ceiling nonchalantly. After staring at her for a moment, Axel lowered his gaze from her once again; unable to look at her anymore, at her silence, knowing what was running through her mind. She still did not trust him, not fully…not completely…and not the way in which he wished she would. Why did she remain silent at such times? What gain did she get out of it? It helped neither as it only hurt them both this way. But lo, yet she would not speak. Why…why? Time and time again he was faced with the same thing, and time and time again his love for her was tested. Why was she so unsure of his love for her? What was it that she wanted from him? What would she like from him to say, to do? Anything…anything at all, he’s do it in a heartbeat, that was a given; did she NOT see that? She had said nothing and now he had nothing else to say to her either. The two suddenly found themselves to be surrounded by the sheer silence of the room, a familiar scenario from last night.

Axel continued to look down at nothing as the minutes seemed to pass them by. It seemed like forever before he felt Larxene move. She’d still said naught a word as she grabbed the bucket and sponge from the side of the tub and turned the knobs of the faucet, letting the bucket fill up with soothing and gentle warm water to his skin. He watched her do all this from the corner of his eyes, softly biting his lips, his hands still formed into fists. Her expression had not changed at all, it was indifferent then, and it was indifferent now. The more he looked at her, the more pain he seemed to inflict on himself. Her silence continued to bother him still, and he felt something heavy clutching onto his chest and it only seemed to get heavier by the minute. Closing his eyes, he remembered the time they’d shared before this…that kiss, her gentle touch, the sweet scent and her loving warmth…ah, the sweetness of it all, so loving, so caring. He wanted to just live in that particular moment, and nothing more. He wanted her close to him again, to feel the loving and delicate touch of her hands once more…to caress him the way she’d caressed him before. Axel continued to reminisce on it all as the water gently touched his feet, slowly climbing up his skin as the water level rose in the tub with more water staying behind in the tub than leaving. He cared not for anything as he began to lose himself in the tender moments of the past, which seemed have happened such a long time ago. It was then he was suddenly brought back into reality, when Larxene had emptied that bucket of water on his head, completely drenching him. He was startled, and only jumped at the sudden touch of water to his head and skin…but it felt good nonetheless. She repeated this again as he felt a calm come to his body, and the heat of the pain in his wounds leaving him. The tranquility he felt in his body was amazing and he sighed a relaxed sigh as he saw the trail of red in the whiteness of the marble as it led to the drain, only to disappear as another trail of red soon followed.

He gasped as the sting of the soap in his wounds as she began to literally bathe him. Axel remained still and let her do as she pleased. He was rather happy that moment, only because it was an excuse for her to be close to him and feel her touch on his skin again. She was close, so close to his faces as she gently scrubbed it clean of the dried blood. Ah, she was oh so sweetly close to him…she was close enough for him to find her scent again, feel the hot sensation of her breath and warmth of her skin. He’d stared into her eyes the entire time she remained close to him and a brief moment of eye contact was made between them, but it went as quickly as it came. Oh, how he wished, he wished it didn’t have to end, but it did and she move on. He gave a sigh as he suddenly began to curse himself silently for not taking the chance to kiss her when she was so close to him. Disappointingly he tilted his head back, looking at the ceiling…oh how foolish of him. Bah! There was yet another shock as he suddenly felt her hand dig into his boxers with the sponge…and well…washed him through and through. He jumped again as he immediately lifted his head to look at her as the sudden invasion. His cheeks once again burning red and his mouth opened slightly from the embarrassment as he looked to her. Why? Why did she have to do that NOW? And oh dear lord, she still held the same expression of nonchalance as she continued to work, and still said absolutely nothing! However, the bright red on her cheek was visible rather vividly, almost matching the color of his hair. There was nothing Axel could say really as the strange embarrassment seemed to have gotten a hold of his tongue. Axel could only curl his lips as he averted his eyes from her, his cheeks now burning hotter than ever. After a few more minutes, she was done, and done as in done done. Throwing the sponge aside, she finally spoke…but it was still not what he was hoping to hear. At least she spoke, he thought to himself. Taking the already full bucket, she readied herself to shower him once more with the warm water, to rinse all the soap suds off of him. Well, he was glad that it was almost over with; he was getting a little tired of sitting in the tub for this long; and the sooner they’re finished with this, the sooner she just might talk [hopefully]. He needed THAT more than getting all cleaned up right now.


“Umm…†Naminé mumbled again. “Yes. They do belong to Devon. What was the harm in telling him that when he was already acquainted with her, and was likely to have had a strong bond with her as well? Seeing him in her memories was enough to declare that much, and it made her wonder exactly what kind of a relationship she might’ve had with Devon. Was it friendship or was it more…? Naminé assumed that it was perhaps more than friendship as he seemed rather concerned about her health. She smiled weakly as she assured him about her health, telling him that that she’d dressed her wounds personally and that she’d be perfectly fine after a day’s rest. However, she could not help but feel strange about the last thing he had said, and her curiosity only surged at her some more. “Why would I keep things away from you?†She said. Was he too kept in the dak about her existence? “I…don’t understand. Did the Organiza —â€

She gasped. She’d said too much.

 

OOC: Oops. Sowy ^^;. Forgot. This is only oneo f the few, and is the blue one, of course. I need complete honesty, cause I want Larxy's dress to be perfect :3: http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i...etort/b95793836ff2ca69e4cb98d2177a463e_im.jpg


Roxas almost jumped like a lunatic. But he didn't. Instead, his eyes grew, wide and shining, a smirk spreading over his lips as his sight pointed at her in full revelation. He knew it. He knew it. Now he was sure that this was the girl Zexion was talking about, and keeping him from knowing. Along with the rest. And even Axel. He couldn't wait to tell him this. With her saying Devon was the girl was good enough confirmation for him, yet that slip up was the top. In awe, he stepped closer to her, not threatening, yet almost in some form of excitement, as little as he showed. Gazing at her face again for a while, he gave a nod to himself, "You are that 'Memory Witch' Zexion was talking of, who was suppose to change Devon's memories to clean up Xaldin's mess. Something was calling me here for a second, then it was gone...yet I suspected it was you somehow. I sensed you. Zexion told me you were a old lady that had been working with the Organization for awhile, but I wasn't falling for it...especially since you're cute."

He didn't really know what was leaving his mouth, but it was too late, and he felt his cheeks heat up, quite embarassed. Not that he minded. It was the truth. And he wasn't going to take it back. Not only was he feeling quite proud that he finally found her, and got to meet her, it was a relief that he figured one thing that was hidden from him. But with that, questions also popped out, about why she was kept a secret, and it wasn't until now, where they did so on their own, that they came face to face. Why would they keep her existence away from him? For what reason? She had powers over memories, it appears, yet, how come this would forbid him to see or know about her?


The next thing Larxene had done when the bucket was full, of course, was topple Axel over the head with water. To her, it was kind of fun. It was kind of odd too, as the suds washed away and he was wet once more. His hair was one second all damp, lowered, moist, draping over his face and neck, and then the next second, it was dry again, his spikiness standing on all forms as if it was never soaked. Even when she flooded him again to get the remaining left away, the same thing happen. Not that she shouldn't be talking, she did have two forelocks sticking out, but at least it was her static to blame. Axel didn't wear hair gel at all. Thinking that ignorance would work here, she filled the bucket again, only to garb the hem of his boxers again, and spilled the water inside. She had to wash thoroughly, after all. The large amount of water, she knew, was enough to wash everything off in there, and in the back, so she then stood up on her feet in the tub, walking over to the knobs, and turning them to close. That was it. Bathing time was over. Not saying much, she simply leaned over at the counter outside where she placed the towels, three.

She tossed two to him, and kept one herself, drying her legs and feet, before getting out and touching the floor. It ws there she gave a yawn, blocked by her hand, and stretched her arms back, her chest curving outward in the process, feeling quite stiff from being in there. Larxene, as she decided, was not going to talk about the real problem between them, it was better to get this over with first. It was too serious of a discussion. Not that she knew what to say right now, because he was probably going to ask again whether she believed him or not. Frowning to herself, slightly feeling down as her mind went through previous thoughts, not looking at him as she headed to the door, she stated, "Dry yourself up, and get out of the tub. I'll be back with some clean boxers, and then get ready to patch you up." Smirking at the sentence, she gave him a nonchalant wave, passing through the entry, and back into the room.

Larxene knew where the suitcase was stationed, and silently went there, her expression dismal now that she was out of sight. Opening it, and searching around for the boxers halfheartedly, she blinked her quivering eyes as her chest felt pressed again, though she held any emotion from spiling back. Choosing what appeared to be a dark green one, she took it out, and didn't dwell on anything in particular as she returned to the bathroom. Placing the boxers in a counter where he could get it, she got ready, taking the cream that Zexion had given them, and the cleaning spray, and putting them all over at the sink, that was etched into a table. The First Aid kit being there, she opened the box as the items were around it, preparing and taking out multiple bandages. Larxene could see Axel from the long mirror in front of her, that covered the side of the wall, but she didn't last too long there. She was NOT going to peek while he was changing. Not at all. Larxene knew she could resist the temptation, and she saw and was aware of his body more than what will last her lifetime. It was kind of nice, really. All he had ever seen her with was a towel.

So once more, needed to focus on her work. Not dirty thoughts. Work. No dirty thoughts. Work...no thinking of Axel bare and nud-no! Work. Work. Work...

 

man i wish random would post *sigh*

Still on the bed, Devon tried to rack her brain of how she ended up snowboarding. She was surprised she was persuaded in the first place, but even more surprised that she couldn't remember. She could remember everything up to that point, and everything after she went on the board, but not how she was convinced to do it. She sighed, giving up, knowing that she won't remember. Lying there on the bed, she started to remember the ambulance ride back to the hotel, but the person who rang wasn't there. WAIT! Her eye's went wide open at the thought of this, she couldn't remember snowboarding near anyone, or with anyone. So who could of called if no one saw her. She had to find out, well she did want to thank the person after all for saving her, but where would she start. Slowly getting out of bed, she noticed she was wearing decent clothes. Perfect. She wouldn't have to change. She headed for the door that lead to the hall.

 

OOC: *random*

I hate everyone! *pout*
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ooc so sorry

xD at twilight

I've been busy. So what did I miss?