Title: The Storm
Rated: G
Characters: Larxene, Demyx
Summary: Together, they made things awfully dreary.
Notes: I like Org13 interaction fics, probably because you see the members interact so little in the actual games. Or, they only interact with certain other members, and you don't get to see everyone together. So, when I get an idea for a reason to have completely unrelated members interact, I tend to follow through. This is one of those fics. It stars Larxene and Demyx, and I did not intend for in to be romantic/shippy, but I suppose it could be taken that way, if you really want it to be. Enjoy.

Larxene was angry. But there weren't many times when she wasn't angry, to begin with. Right now though, she was especially mad and couldn't find a single nobody to take it out on. So instead, she turned her attention to the permanently nocturnal sky.

On the roof of the Castle That Never Was, she began something similar to a dance. She raced from one side of the roof to the other at a blinding speed, throwing bolts of lightning up as she went. On each side, she skidded to a halt right before reaching the edge, and turned her face skyward. The lightning she had sent racing towards the heavens began to fall in waves, crashing down upon the dreary castle.

As the last bit of lightning she threw began to rocket downward, Larxene took off in the other direction, again throwing up bolts as she ran.

After a few minutes, a full blown electrical storm had started. Larxene dropped to the floor in exhaustion, watching the lightning rain down around her, some of it occasionally striking her, feeding the energy she had just released back into her body. This was her way of letting off steam, calming down and recharging. She was a battery.

But soon after this night's ritual ended, and the lightning poured down, reviving her, Larxene felt a single drop of water fall with her lightning. Then another. Then three. Eight. Sixteen. And then a downpour.

She sat up quickly. It made her a little dizzy, but at the moment she didn't care. Her impromptu storms had never triggered rain before. Something was...

"Demyx." Her mouth twitched. "What are you doing?"

Demyx looked over his shoulder at her form his perch on the side of roof. He smiled, but even Larxene could tell it mimicked a sad look.

"I'm angry, too."

Larxene cocked her head to the side. "And?"

"I liked your method. Of making a storm, I mean. When you're mad. It made sense to me. So I made it rain. I hope you don't mind."

Larxene looked up at the sky, watching the lightning illuminate the falling rain, and the water, in turn, part for the lightning.

"No." Larxene said. "Not really."