Number Twelve ---- The Savage NymphThe day was young and all the little depressing pawns of the underworld had seemingly begun to go about their business in their average daily routine. Already, the sounds of other Organization members hustling about their daily business leaked through the door. The twelfth member, on the other hand, was still lying in bed, though she'd been up for what seemed to be at least an hour or two. It was a usual thing for her to not rise until a while after she woke. Call it lazyness or whatever you want. Larxene just never felt like getting up in the morning.
In reality, she knew exactly why she never wanted to leave the comfort of her bed, though it was hardly a safe-haven for what she feared most.
It was already a blow to the pride that the blonde was killed by those stupid losers in Castle Oblivion. If that were her only problem, the blonde could have lived her life without the slightest problem. Everyone took a hit to the pride every once in a while. But now that she'd been brought back to life, that very life was in danger again. Larxene had mostly managed to avoid Superior and the others, but she felt like a side-show freak. She'd betrayed the Organization and everyone knew it. She could only guess what action Xemnas would take on her and the others when the time was right.
Until then, she went on living this "life", if that was what one could call it, acting as if she didn't care. She never spoke of what had happened, and just ignored anyone who did speak of it, fearing that it might set off the chain-of-events that would undoubtably lead to her second death.
Come on! That would just suck! It's bad enough that she'd already died once. She'd be damned if she let any of those other losers do her in; including the Superior.
Suddenly gaining the daily spunk that was her's, Larxene threw the grey blankets off her bed and flung her feet onto the floor, stomping to the door, ready to tell everyone that was making so much noise to shut the hell up. Yelling at people and hurting their feelings always put Larxene in a better mood. But, unfortunately, there was no one in the hall. In a growl of angry, the blonde slammed her door shut and went to her closet, finding her black coat as quickly as possible, as well as the rest of her attire.
Hopefully, today would be the morning where something worthwhile would happen thanks to those "agents" that the Superior had sent out to the living would. One never knew when they'd do something actually useful, after all. Larxene's view on that was that there's not better way to do something than do it yourself. But, unfortunately, that wasn't possible. So she would have to play nice with the four people until there was no more use for them. Hell. They might even make it possible for Larxene to take revenge on those pesky good guys once they set all the Organization Members free.
That thought alone put a smile on Larxene's face and would no doubt keep her energized for the entire day. Indeed, having her new found emotions made Larxene no nicer than she had been before.
>>>Larxene<<<
