A/N: Larxene!! Easily my favorite female villain, she so does not get enough love. Not saying that her fans are as obscure as say, my darling Vexen's, or the ever unfortunate Lexaeus (Seriously people, he's a big cuddly teddy bear! Love him dammit! Love him I say!), or Xaldin's. However, she lacks that one thing which sets exceedingly girly guys apart from actual girls, and for that her popularity has suffered. I blame all you straight game playing ladies. Gave up on girl characters a long time ago, didn't you? Yeah you can't fool me. I like Larxene the way she is: sadistic, bitchy, and female.

Ok… also I might like to take a liberty here and there on her preferences (coughMarluxiacough) but hey. She did hang out with the guy, so she must have liked him at least as a friend! And I like to think more, perhaps. Larxene really didn't strike me as the type of gal who'd hang with someone she wasn't fond of, unless it involved pain. Of theirs. Or someone in the vicinity of them. I'd mourn Larxene, but I know she's happily pussy-whipping the devil down in hell now, and would tell me to get bent if I offered her my condolences.

Really, how can anyone not love this woman!?

Disclaimer: I do not own KH or its affiliates. Or… I dunno… anything I can be sued for laying claim to.

Number XII: The Savage Nymph

Larxene wasn't one of the members who bought into that whole 'we no longer have hearts, so we no longer have emotions either' pot of bull. She knew darned well that the world at large still annoyed her, that she still felt a thrill of happiness upon stabbing someone, and that Marluxia for all his fag-ness was still less of a pussy than the rest of the Organization's males. Although she wasn't completely sure that last one had anything to do with emotion. She knew that the control of lightning and darkness, the ability to summon her weapons on a whim, was the most elating thing she'd ever experienced.

Larxene also knew that she felt anger and hatred beyond all logical reason when that power vanished, sapped by the weakness brought on in the face of her defeat, at the hands of that key brat and his stupid followers.

"No… NOOOOO!! I refuse to lose to a bunch of losers!" She screeched. Larxene was tough, no one could argue with that. There was no one she couldn't hold her own against, and she'd worked hard for the privilege to say so. 'I'm not done yet!' she thought determinedly, hell-bent on calling back that power, on finishing this brat. Killing him and his useless companions! Killing them for the sake of her pride, for the sake of her happiness, and for the sake of Marluxia, who had asked it of her.

The weapons weren't coming, neither kunai nor lightning. She looked down at her hands in frustration.

"I'm… fading?" Something rippled through Larxene that she had never felt before, Nobody or Somebody. Something cold and clammy. Though she couldn't recall the sensation ever striking her before, she knew instantly, instinctively, what it was. Fear.

"This isn't… the way I…" 'Pictured it.' She finished. Larxene had always known she would die, everyone did, and she had always known it would be fighting. Indeed, XII would have been highly disappointed in any demise other than that of battle. But somehow… somehow she had never imagined it would be like this. That she would be so weak, so hurt, so tired. …So alone. A flash of bright blue eyes ran through her mind, a curve of delicate lips. Why hadn't she noticed before, that whenever she thought of dying, she had simply assumed Marluxia would be there with her? He wasn't though. Why would he be? She was only another pawn to him… no. More than that, a friend. But only a friend.

Marluxia wasn't the sort to risk death for a mere friend. Larxene knew that. It was one of the things she liked about him. But still… she couldn't. Not like this. Not to this child and not without him near her. Not without seeing him one last time, as cheesy as it sounded.

"I won't… allow…" 'Myself to fail him.' But she already had. Larxene smirked bitterly to herself, nearly laughed at her own patheticness, and at the irony.

Death was just as much of a bitch as life was.