Larxene, without putting any second thoughts to it, had agreed with Marluxia's proposal. Like her own natural element of lightning, she was rather quick. She didn't bother to even think twice about Marluxia and her own decision, when she had agreed. Besides, how hard could it be to turn Sora into their little puppet?
What she hadn't put into account was Sora, himself.
He was, to put quite simply, adorable.
Sora looked exactly like Roxas. Or to be precise, Roxas looked exactly like Sora. Minus their hair, but that was besides the point. Larxene had been too used to Roxas and his apathetic ways. She had expected the brunette to act similarly, but he didn't. He had easily shown his emotions through his body movement, expression, and eyes. Sora had a heart. Sora was like a wind-up doll.
That's how Larxene liked it, and that's how she planned on keeping it to be.
Even if the end result would lead her to her complete non-existance. She didn't care. She never cared. She lacked a heart to care. All she wanted, was to be able to reach over and slowly wind Sora up, so he would have no choice but to move around in a frantic, and erratic manner just how Larxene wanted him to do.
Sora was more than just a puppet. He was her amusement.
A/N: Whoo, time to ruin this with my comment. Gosh I feel stupid, I meant to upload the DemyxSora chapter first, yet I had posted this even before I was done editing it. The original last line just didn't fit my fancy. Now it does.