Yeeeaaah... This was meant to be a lot longer than it is now, but I couldn't finish it. I think it's OK as it is (if I'm wrong, please let me know).

Title: Time Well Spent
Rating: K+
Pairings/Characters: Larxene, Demyx, Larmyx if you squint
Warnings: Minor dialouge cursing
Summary: Larxene stumbles upon an artist at work.

It was quiet.

Quiet.

...Why was it quiet?

It was never quiet in this damned castle, or at least in this one area; Larxene knew that. She knew because every time she would try to have some nice quality time with a book or two, some batshit insane comrade of hers was doing some batshit insane thing, which resulted in them being turned them into batshit insane human lighting rods. In other words, the volume from her victims' screams of pain was, in these very rare cases, not welcome and threatened her remaining sanity as well.

She knew she shouldn't have "cared"; she should have tried to lean back and enjoy her Larxene-Time as much and as long as she was able to. But that damned curiosity was eating away at her mind, and before she knew it, she found herself walking through the Hall of Empty Melodies, taking the oversized elevator down to lower levels.

Electric blue eyes darted from side to side as she stepped out of the castle; someone (meaning no one) was near. The green orbs narrowed, and a scowl adorned her features. She followed the faint presence of darkness, being sure to use all the stealth available to her as she snuck through a hidden crack behind the castle.

What she saw confused her even more.

"I wonder... no, no, that looks stupid... maybe if I... no, that doesn't look anything like him..."

"...Demyx."

The Nocturne jumped; he clearly hadn't noticed the Nymph's prescence, or else he would have stopped his work immeadiately. How was he going to explain this...?

He saw Larxene's gaze shift between him and his handiwork; seven water clones, standing neatly in a row, all in the form of the first seven members of the Organization, and a half-completed water clone of Axel (or so she gathered from the few sharp jabs of water that protruded from its head). The bewilderment was truly something to behold, but silence seemed more appropriate as she blinked a few times to clarify what she was seeing.

"What the heck." It wasn't a question; Demyx knew what he was doing was pretty obvious.

"Uhh... um... well, I was..." He faltered helplessly as Larxene saunterred over to the completed clones, examining them with a strange look of facsination that was very un-Larxene like. "...L-Larxene?"

"Is this what you've been doing with your free time all day?" she asked, her back turned to him.

"Y-Yeah..." Demyx stuttered, a thin blush crossing his cheeks.

"...They're a bit off."

"...Huh?" Did she just say what he thought she said?

"The details; they're not all right." Larxene continued. "See, look at the Xemnas one. The hair on the side of his hair is sticking up too much. Same for the Saix one, too. There isn't enough hair on the Xaldin one, Xigbar's eyepatch is on the wrong side, and you can still see the Zexion's other eye through it's bangs." She shook her head, clicking her tounge distastedly. "Seriously, I thought you were always one for detail."

"W-Well..." Demyx stuttered, trying to find his words -any words- to contradict the female Nobody. "Er... I-If you think I'm so bad at making them, why don't you help me?!"

Demyx clamped his hands over his mouth as Larxene's head snapped around with a dull crack; he did not just say that. He couldn't have. He knew better than that. There was no way he would ever say that. But, as is the way of the universe, he did. And he was going to die a very electric death for it.

Larxene's staring at him did nothing to quell him of the thought of a lighting-BBQ, but instead worked him up more when she answered with a shrug.

"Sure, why not?"