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-cough- Misha be busy roleplaying rather than fanfic-writing. Well, I have near two weeks of Spring Break and I'm on the last week, sadly. I got in a fight the Monday before Spring Break and was suspended for three days, which led up to thursday D And school was out Friday, so... Yay? -cough- Anyways...

I have no idea where this is going. That's probably why I don't update as much.

MUST GET IN TYPING MOOD! -turns music up- RAWR DX

Uhh... If you feel like roleplaying or brutally forcing me to update, add my MSN or Yahoo. I'll but it on my profile-thingy... -mumbles something rude and does so- ...Wait! Yay! Miss Murder plays on the radio! Horray procrastination! Or however you spell it... And now Mister Suicide? o.O

I'm too lazy to do the disclaimer. Just imagine it right here.

I am finished with you.

Day 16b

"NO, Axel." I said firmly; no WAY was he going to get my clothes off. I mean, I took 'lessons' (if you call giant cards controlled by Luxord around with sharp pointy knives lessons, that is), but I'm sure Axel would cheat or something to see me in my skivvies. I put my nose in the air once again, defiantly. I figured he would mention that game by the end of the night, and I was ready.

Axel opened his mouth to protest, but I swiftly reached across the board and all that was splayed across the table to clamp my hand over his mouth. "Don't say something you'll regret..." came the hiss, and my expression must have made him piss his pants or something because he quieted down by a bitchload.

Until I felt that smirk under my glove. I shot him a cliche 'warning glare'. He looked like he was about to laugh, actually. I tilted my head, wondering why. Honestly, I think this man is crazy. I took a few more moments --frozen in that one position-- to wonder why exactly that expression was painted across his thin face.

Speaking of thin face, what, is does this guy have anorexia? Geez! Look how skinny he is! ..Anyways, I'm off topic.

I'm sure we were the same for about five minutes,while my mind still worked it's... braincells to death trying to figure out why on earth he looked like he were to burst if I removed my hand.

Electric blue gaze was set on lively grass ones, until I heard Roxas mumble something in his state, I glanced over, and realized just why Axel was about to explode into little pieces. My hand was resting on his thigh, abnormally close to his-- Ew.

I'm sure you can guess what I just saw.

I retracted that hand, but then remembered it was the only thing supporting me; I fell onto the table and on his chest. My hand immediately moved from his mouth to try and catch my body, and Axel exploded into laughter. I blushed. I will forever hate the fact I blush so easily --it's not like it's MY fault I can't get a tan! My face is so pale blushes are so... apparent. I can't help it, I suppose...

The hue of my skin made Axel explode into a fresh batch of giggles, snorts, and laughs. You have no idea how tempted I am to wrap fingers around that tan, slender neck of his... A neck that could be bitten...

And that thought made my elbow buckle and send me straight to the floor. I had been at an awkward position; reached across a slim table, hand on the edge of Axel's chair to keep my head from between his legs.

Thank god I realized I was about to fall and was ready to push his chair out of the way --but, that, instead, caused me to fall. I think I passed out or something, because all I remember is a crack sound and... and... black.

Day 17

Ugh... what happened?

The first thing I sensed was something soft running through my hair. Through my... wet hair? Why was it wet?

I decided not to dwell on that. That hand... was so comforting. I vaguely realized I was sitting in a bed, bundled warm and snug in blankets.

"Reno?" Was the only thing that was formed; I snapped up after it was spoke, slowly realizing that my voice had made those words. Axel jumped back; so he was the one who'd gotten me here.

"A-axel? What happened?" I reached up and rubbed my forehead. I looked down at my clothes and blushed. Someone had given me a bath or shower, I figured, from my wet hair, and changed my clothes. For some reason, I wasn't as mad as I guessed I would be. Thinking everything through, I must've hit my head on something and was knocked out. For Axel to bathe me my head must have bled. So I should thank him for looking out for me.

Should, keyword.

"Umm... Sorry, Larxene..." Axel muttered, rubbing the back of his spiked head somehow, "You sorta... hit your head and... yeah... I had to wash the bit of blood out of your hair... and..."

See? Who says Vexen and Zexion are the only intelligent people in the Organization? Pah...

Just listen to how cute Axel sounds, though. He's all nervous because he thinks I'm about to rip his head off... aww... Okay, that's another thought that I shouldn't reveal to anyone.

"It's okay, Axel." Those words --and the soft, almost cooing tone I said them in-- surprised the hell out of me. It must have surprised Axel, too, because of his next words;

"Are you feelin' alright? Do you need any medicine? Beer? Alcohol?"

I couldn't help but give a slightly out-of-character giggle at how helpful he was being.

I nodded, still smiling. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"...'Kay then..."

-runs into a wall and stops-

x.x

Anyways... -spaz- Like I said up dere in the comment things before the chapter. Feel free to add me on YIM or MSN messengers.

AAAAAAAND... HELLZYEAH! I saw the ad for a My Chemical Romance concert last night, and I want to go to it SOO bad D: I asked my grandfather how the hell could I made twenty eight dollars and he said he wouldn't let me go ;.; Then he gave me a twenty! x33333!!!! I need eight more dollars. And I asked if I could get my cousin to take me and he said maybe. Spleedudesplee! x33 Yay Kirika's driver's license?