"Dear! Why are you still sleeping? Wake up now, lazy boy."
"...Mother? Am I dead?"
"Of course not, now wake up dearest, people are worried."
...
-Larxene was seated next to Andrea in the security office on the top floor of the Honey Bee inn. Next to her was a lounge couch one would expect to find in a psychologists office for when they decide to ask you "how you feel" and "to tell them where everything started". Laying on it, was Marluxia, a cloth over his head, and being tended to by an on site physician. Andrea required one of course for his girls, just in case anything were to happen, among other reasons to have a doctor on call such as an injured bouncer, or even for himself. The doctor stood over the rose haired one, checking him over intensely as an assistant had a small tester on the ready. They took a sample of the mans blood and had begun checking for whatever had been put into his system. Larxene herself held steadfast to the mans hand, that concern having never left her on whether he would pull through. He was the closest thing to a friend she had at the Organization, he wasn't allowed to die yet. Andrea with his security team were looking over the footage from the night so far, they stopped the tape when they found where Marluxia had gone to the bar next to the rest room.-
Renela.
Yeah, go ahead, I am watching.
-Andrea nodded his head to his associate, whom hit play, Marluxia walked up to the bar and coyly flirted with the meek little bartender next to that asshole Larxene had socked in the face earlier. They had the man detained for questioning downstairs in Honeybees private cells for the drunks. It was funny because they literally were shaped like bee hive comb cells, and considering bee maggots were generally in comb cells the slum alcoholic could feel right at home. The bartender turned around after dropping off Marluxia's drink, the pinket's expression seemed to change, and he rubbed at his face, flinching as the screaming from the riled up women in the rows behind him got louder. The man next to him seemed to say something to him, and Marluxia merely looked at them, tired, not quite all there. After a few more moments, the pair seemed to be having a casual exchange, before the man at Marluxia's side pulled out... a bag. It had pills in it. He took one out and gave it to Marluxia, whom looked terribly relieved. He smiled, tossed the party candy in his mouth, then the pair of men toasted there glasses before drinking. Larxene leered darkly at the camera, anger beginning to boil from within. A few minutes went by, and with each passing second, Marluxia looked to be getting worse. He got up from his seat, disoriented, and attempted to stumble for the door to the mens bathroom. He fell, and attempted to get up, before falling face first back into the linoleum. The man at the bar seemed to grin wide in plain view of a camera, his shark like smile almost chilling. Like he had just gotten a nice whiff of some fine meat dripping in blood. He hopped off his stool, leaving the bartender distracted with a gaggle of drunken women. He walked over to Marluxia whom looked to finally be out cold, and began... wait, he was checking and rifling through his pockets! He was a thief! The man grew angered when he found that the Graceful Summers Eve had not brought any funds to steal, he had known Andrea was covering everything for him tonight so he had no reason to bring any money. He in anger mercillessly kicked the downed and drugged man hard in his side, causing him to briefly awaken and yell, clutching to his poor ribs and lay there suffering. Larxene now grew even more angry, her eyes lit up slightly like bright blue glowing light bulbs buzzing with neon. How dare he. The beast then went and sat back down at the bar, clearly muttering into his own drink with fervored annoyance. Larxene appeared about 40 minutes later according to the clock, and a replay of her slugging the creep occurred. Andrea motioned for his guard to stop the tape, he looked like he wanted to rip the bastard a new one himself. Larxene let go of Marluxias hand, crackling with lightning across her outfit, antennae like hair, and metal dragonfly costume wings, she half growled as she finally spoke.-
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Legacy of a Star Child
Fanfiction1000 Years ago, a young man wished upon a shooting star, just as the world ended. His wish, was that even if he perished, this world that he spent his entire existence protecting would continue on without him. That was the day that the darkness swal...
