Want (Kingdom Hearts: Chains of Memories, Larxene/Namine, #1)
Title: Want
Author/Artist: Summer Mcp
Pairing: Larxene/Namine
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts: Chains of Memories
Theme: “Look Over Here”, #1
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or the game.
Rating: PG-13
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The first time they met was not under favorable conditions.
The leader of Organization 13 had arranged for Number 11, Marluxia to be in charge of Castle Oblivion along with six other members.
One of Marluxia's first orders were for the lower members of the Organization to watch over his White Witch while the Keyblade wielder came to the castle to forget all of his memories, as their master plan. He assigned each member a few hours of the day to look after the witch, while she rearranged the Keyblade Wielder’s memories, confusing the teenager more and more as he went further more into the castle.
Their plan was not long to be ruined; corrupted by the very members themselves.
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Day 1 - Larxene’s POV
It all started with a look.
Larxene knew what the little girl in the little white dress wanted. She always knew what others wanted. What they desired when their eyes focused on that one little thing. How the expressions on their face would give them away. How much their simple gestures told such a simple story.
It was all too easy in her opinion. It was like they were asking for their buttons to be pushed. To be broken, heads twisted off like little dolls. But the red-head said not to, but no one said the little girl can not be played with.
When the hour struck twelve, Larxene appeared in the little white room where the little white girl sat day in, and day out.
Never let out, never to play.
And as expected, the little white witch looked up immediately - eyes shining in admiration and need.
God, how dull.
This one was easy. All she wanted was a playmate, a friend - someone to talk to.
And Larxene would love to be a friend to this little girl. The girl’s power would be fun to play around with. Just think, able to change anyone’s memories to fit whatever she wanted!
Score.
Walking over to the table the white witch was sitting at, Larxene bent down to lean on her elbows, studying the girl. Looking at her big blue eyes surrounded by blond bangs, and hair to her shoulders, Larxene raised her own blond eyebrow at the little girl. Even the girl’s small body was in a little white dress to complete the innocent look.
Larxene didn’t like that dress at all. It was too white. No stains, no messes, no rips.
Noticing the little fidgets the girl was giving, Larxene realized the girl was uncomfortable with her constant staring.
Giving one of her trademark smirks, Larxene just continued on staring, wanting the girl to feel uneasy with her presence.
So instead of talking or looking away, the little girl lifted up her large pink notepad to cover up to her nose, blue eyes peeking through her blond bangs.
This was getting interesting.
Narrowing her green eyes, Larxene asked, “What’s that? Your diary?” She teased.
Lowering her pink pad a little, Larxene could see how pink her cheeks went.
“Uh, n-no.” The girl stuttered. “It’s my - “ a quick swallow. “Sketchbook.” Eyes darting down to motion the book. “It’s where I keep - “
“Keep your drawings, yeah, yeah.” Larxene was already bored with this conversation. The little girl couldn’t even finish a sentence without fidgeting. Forget becoming a friend, this girl would bore her in minutes if she had to continue this slow conversation. Getting up and looking around the dull white room with no doubt in her mind that the furniture to match was uncomfortable.
What an unoriginal room.
Glancing toward all the pure white objects, Larxene wanted nothing more than to splatter red paint everywhere. Just throw it -
“E-excuse me?” The girl’s timid voice spoke up.
Without even looking, Larxene answered, her voice bored and impatient. “What do you want.”
After a moment’s hesitation, the girl spoke up again. “I want to introduce myself … but, can you look at me while I do it?”
Now that was a fun idea but already, she answered, “Why would you want to introduce yourself? I already know your name.” She lifted up her hand to study her nails.
I need to file them sometime today.
She knew the little girl was going to speak so Larxene beat her to it.
“You’re the little White Witch who messes with peoples’ heads.” Larxene made it sound like she was talking about the cooties. “Who would want to call you by your real name when already you have a nickname everyone wants to be remind of, incase you give them the delusion of being all nice and friendly before screwing their memories up?” A smile spread across her features at that taunt.
Walking over to the white couch near the table, Larxene made herself comfy for the long wait until the next member came.
She knew her words stung the little girl’s feelings but that made it all the better. She also knew that the little girl wouldn’t try another introduction after that, let alone another conversation.
Just wait until next visit.
That made Larxene smile even wider, awaiting her next victim.
That Keyblade wielder better get here soon.
Author/Artist: Summer Mcp
Pairing: Larxene/Namine
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts: Chains of Memories
Theme: “Look Over Here”, #1
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or the game.
Rating: PG-13
-o-o-o-o-
The first time they met was not under favorable conditions.
The leader of Organization 13 had arranged for Number 11, Marluxia to be in charge of Castle Oblivion along with six other members.
One of Marluxia's first orders were for the lower members of the Organization to watch over his White Witch while the Keyblade wielder came to the castle to forget all of his memories, as their master plan. He assigned each member a few hours of the day to look after the witch, while she rearranged the Keyblade Wielder’s memories, confusing the teenager more and more as he went further more into the castle.
Their plan was not long to be ruined; corrupted by the very members themselves.
-o-o-o-o-
Day 1 - Larxene’s POV
It all started with a look.
Larxene knew what the little girl in the little white dress wanted. She always knew what others wanted. What they desired when their eyes focused on that one little thing. How the expressions on their face would give them away. How much their simple gestures told such a simple story.
It was all too easy in her opinion. It was like they were asking for their buttons to be pushed. To be broken, heads twisted off like little dolls. But the red-head said not to, but no one said the little girl can not be played with.
When the hour struck twelve, Larxene appeared in the little white room where the little white girl sat day in, and day out.
Never let out, never to play.
And as expected, the little white witch looked up immediately - eyes shining in admiration and need.
God, how dull.
This one was easy. All she wanted was a playmate, a friend - someone to talk to.
And Larxene would love to be a friend to this little girl. The girl’s power would be fun to play around with. Just think, able to change anyone’s memories to fit whatever she wanted!
Score.
Walking over to the table the white witch was sitting at, Larxene bent down to lean on her elbows, studying the girl. Looking at her big blue eyes surrounded by blond bangs, and hair to her shoulders, Larxene raised her own blond eyebrow at the little girl. Even the girl’s small body was in a little white dress to complete the innocent look.
Larxene didn’t like that dress at all. It was too white. No stains, no messes, no rips.
Noticing the little fidgets the girl was giving, Larxene realized the girl was uncomfortable with her constant staring.
Giving one of her trademark smirks, Larxene just continued on staring, wanting the girl to feel uneasy with her presence.
So instead of talking or looking away, the little girl lifted up her large pink notepad to cover up to her nose, blue eyes peeking through her blond bangs.
This was getting interesting.
Narrowing her green eyes, Larxene asked, “What’s that? Your diary?” She teased.
Lowering her pink pad a little, Larxene could see how pink her cheeks went.
“Uh, n-no.” The girl stuttered. “It’s my - “ a quick swallow. “Sketchbook.” Eyes darting down to motion the book. “It’s where I keep - “
“Keep your drawings, yeah, yeah.” Larxene was already bored with this conversation. The little girl couldn’t even finish a sentence without fidgeting. Forget becoming a friend, this girl would bore her in minutes if she had to continue this slow conversation. Getting up and looking around the dull white room with no doubt in her mind that the furniture to match was uncomfortable.
What an unoriginal room.
Glancing toward all the pure white objects, Larxene wanted nothing more than to splatter red paint everywhere. Just throw it -
“E-excuse me?” The girl’s timid voice spoke up.
Without even looking, Larxene answered, her voice bored and impatient. “What do you want.”
After a moment’s hesitation, the girl spoke up again. “I want to introduce myself … but, can you look at me while I do it?”
Now that was a fun idea but already, she answered, “Why would you want to introduce yourself? I already know your name.” She lifted up her hand to study her nails.
I need to file them sometime today.
She knew the little girl was going to speak so Larxene beat her to it.
“You’re the little White Witch who messes with peoples’ heads.” Larxene made it sound like she was talking about the cooties. “Who would want to call you by your real name when already you have a nickname everyone wants to be remind of, incase you give them the delusion of being all nice and friendly before screwing their memories up?” A smile spread across her features at that taunt.
Walking over to the white couch near the table, Larxene made herself comfy for the long wait until the next member came.
She knew her words stung the little girl’s feelings but that made it all the better. She also knew that the little girl wouldn’t try another introduction after that, let alone another conversation.
Just wait until next visit.
That made Larxene smile even wider, awaiting her next victim.
That Keyblade wielder better get here soon.