A/N: No, I'm not dead. This is just a little Larxene fic that has been bothering me for a little while. If she seems a little OC, that will be explained later. This first part won't be too long, but I'll get into stride later.
The Savage Nymph:
Prologue (Larxene):
Being nearly the youngest of Organization XIII, I spent two years shooting my mouth off. And just when I thought I had gained respect from the older, more mature members, Axel was always there behind me, ready to show me that I hadn't.
Those two years were the greatest of my life. If a life is what you call it when a Nobody wanders the worlds. Anyway, I suppose, to tell you about my time at the World That Never Was and the castle within, I must tell you a little bit about myself.
I am Larxene, and you better believe it. Yes, I am a Nobody. I do not have a heart. I never will have a heart, and I am destined to fade into darkness, like all Nobodies before me. I don't often worry about the inevitable.
I remember whose Nobody I am, like many of the Organization. It doesn't really matter. I remember her name, and it brings back a memory of a distant time, a different lifetime, thought it seems. I remembered much of her life, but it soon slipped away from me, lost in thoughts of the Organization, the Keyblade wielder, and Axel. Axel.
I joined the Organization at the young, raw age of fourteen, the youngest of the Organization until Roxas showed up at our door. I can't say I had a whole lot of respect from anyone at first, but Xemnas approved, as they were eager for members. "Just one more," I once heard Xemnas and Xaldin eagerly discussing. "Just one more, and we will be complete." It was never fully explained to me, and for the first year, I was shoved out of any kind of conversation like some kind of ignorant child. My true, stubborn self was out to prove to them that I could not just be shushed away. Not that easily.
After nearly six months into my stay at the castle, I took to listening at doors to get my information. I had, by then, figured out that no one would tell me anything if I asked for it, so I had to remain secretive.
"Are you sure he is truly a Nobody? He cannot remember his past life!" Xemnas' voice floated out from under the heavy door, my ear pressed up against the cold metal. Vexen, the receiver of Xemnas' questioning, seemed to hesitate, I could feel it, even through the door.
"He is, indeed, a Nobody, a being without a heart. But, I cannot deny that he is truly extraordinary. This could suggest that he holds more power than even some of us, our lower members, Marluxia, Larxene, per chance." I grimaced at the sound of my name. I had yet to receive a reputation in this castle other than number XII. "But it also could suggest that he is no more than a danger to our reign, but if we take him under our wing, he could be our strength, our wild card." I could tell, without looking, that Vexen's mouth had curled into a smile, a smirk, as his voice slipped into a more confident tone.
I heard the footsteps coming to the door before I realized that I would be discovered, so at once I summoned up the power to teleport, at least to hide myself in the next room until Vexen had passed. Believe it or not, it so seemed that I was in more danger within the castle than I had been wandering in Between. But that's another story. A story for a later day.
I met the boy of which they spoke soon afterwards, for I had accidentally teleported to his hiding place in my haste to escape Vexen. He sat in the entrance hall, leaning up against the left wall, his new cloak pulled over his head. He still seemed to be staring at the ground, so he had not noticed or cared that I had just teleported into the same room. Most people seemed to be startled when I teleported near them, a fifteen year old blonde popping out of nowhere startled most people.
"Are you, Roxas?" I said, leaning down to speak to him. In response, he pulled off the hood of his cloak, to reveal his face to me. He was even younger than I was, and he was the wild card? What was so special about him?
"I guess I am now." He said, shrugging. "I don't remember my true name. Is that normal, for a Nobody?" He seemed to choke on the last word, as if he didn't quite want to admit what he had become.
"Actually, no. I remember my true name." I replied, narrowing my eyes. Lari--no! I don't want to remember! I had nearly called out at the time. "But I do know one other Nobody in this castle that doesn't remember their true name." I added, seeing distress in his eyes. That's odd, I thought. Nobodies aren't supposed to feel. But there is one girl who doesn't remember her name. "Naminé."
To this day I like to think that I was the original orchestrator of Roxas and Naminé, but truly, it was destined to happen. Throughout the rest of my stay at the castle, he would slip off to her room at odd hours, to visit her, to talk to her, to watch her draw. It was sweet, in a sickening sort of way.
By the way of daily life in Castle Oblivion, there wasn't a lot to do. In my case, you could wander the library, bother Xigbar, get in Vexen's way, purposely push Xemnas down the stairs, steal Luxord's cards, or sit on my bed and ponder how to get back at Axel. Axel. Axel.
Axel became a constant prescence in my Nobody life from day one. He was one of the members who did not want such a young, and seemingly delicate female Nobody in the Organization. But, luckily, he was overruled and reprimanded later. After such, he bullied me constantly about everything. Yes, everything. From the fact that I often overslept to the way I fixed my hair, no flaw was unprotected. I guess that it played an important factor when I lashed out at him and demonstrated my true power.
Almost a year after I showed up at The Brink of Despair, I was hiding out in the library, reading in a far corner. Up against the wall, and my head tilted downward, I was sure that my appearance, primarily my hair, resembled that of a bug, as Axel had reminded me earlier that day.
Almost as if on cue, Axel walked coolly through the book shelves to arrive at my hiding place. "Whatcha reading?" he said in his cold, sarcastic voice, "Doesn't matter, anyway. Don't you know you'll never measure up to the rest of us, no matter how many of those useless books you read."
Ooh, he made me so mad! I felt my eyes narrowing to slits, unable to reply. My breath felt caught in my chest, and the room seemed to darken. "Huh?" Axel seemed genuinely confused. Good. In a flash of white light, a bolt of lightning shot from the ceiling, striking him on the head with a great crack! that followed. "Ouch, that hurt, you little savage nymph!"
Axel.
Axel.
Axel.