Larxene: Help Wanted…

The very instant I came home for the week I knew something was up. My little brother, the biggest self-assured, scheming little prick to ever walk the halls of Hollow Bastion High…was acting like a fifteen year old girl with a school crush. Well, as much as he could anyway…Which really just meant it seemed like there was a five-foot pole stuck up his ass instead of a ten-footer.

He scurried upstairs the moment I walked in the door, and I had to deal with my mother's chattering. "Yeah, mom, college is great." Great. Suuuuuuure. If you like being exhausted 24/7. No thank you! I was going to drop out as soon as I could. Dinner was as awkward as could be. Zexion didn't say a damn word, but he kept poking at his food and giving annoyed little sighs. It wasn't until he was stuck doing the dishes that I decided to talk to him.

"So, Zexy," I leaned against the door jamb and his shoulders tightened. Aww. "just who's been on your mind, kid?"

"Nothing." He said in his oh-so-usual "leave me alone, I don't have time for someone of your intelligence" tone. He always thought he was so much better than everyone else.

I snickered, walking over and placing a hand on his shoulder. "I didn't say 'what' little brother, I said 'who.'" Being a few inches taller than him was a hell of a benefit, since he had to look up at me to answer.

"Well, the answer would be 'no one' rather than 'nothing', then." He cast me an icy glare and then started to rinse one of the dinner plates.

I waltzed over to the counter and plopped down next to the sink, completely forgetting that it was wet. Ick.

"Aww, come on. Some cute little girl caught your eye?."

He snorted and answered, with the utmost contempt "No."

…Interesting. Very interesting. I raised an eyebrow, leaning over towards him. He inched away. My brother has always been rather particular about what he calls "Personal Space."

"So it's a boy then?" Oh, this was absolutely scandalous. "Wait until mom finds out!"

He dropped the dish into the sink, loosing his cool for a moment. Right on target. I smirked.

"There's nothing for her to find out about." Zexy was trying so hard to sound smooth and unperturbed, but I could just hear the "Please don't tell her, Larxene." in his voice.

"Come on, you can tell your big sister! I feel so hurt that you don't trust me!"

He glared at me. It would have been frightening if he wasn't such a pipsqueak. "I don't have a crush on anyone Larxene. Now just go away, I want to do the dishes in peace."

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Little brat. How dare he treat me like that, dismissing his older sister like he freaking owned the place! I grabbed the dish out of his hands, getting to my feet and practically slamming it down onto the counter (luckily for him, it didn't break.). This was starting to get irritating.

"Listen, Zex, a big sister knows when something is up. So tell me, or I'll find out myself. And you do not want me to go snooping around, do you?" I said, with enough threat in my voice to send most people running from the room.

Another deadpan glare. "There's nothing to find out."

"Fine." I hissed, turning and walking out of the room. He couldn't keep this from me forever.