paixaorpg | Larxene's such a tease.

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Larxene's such a tease.

Characters: Larxene and Valerie
Content: Larxene is running her own experimentation on Val-- but how well can that work when her thoughts are elsewhere.
Setting Unknown.
Time: Sometime after her session with Laharl.
Warnings: The typical Larxene-warnings.

Larxene waited on the table, since the room lacked a half decent chair for her to rest on, and like hell she was going to let Valerie have it. The dark colored bruises on her stomach and chest had only spread since her session with Laharl. It had pushed her to the point of actually considering asking the Superior to let her take a break. It wasn't like the request would be unwarranted.

A knife balanced on her hand, and she sighed, shifting uncomfortably. How much longer could it possibly take the dusks to go in and grab one person, hmm? Honestly, what else could they be counted on for, except to keep her waiting? As it is, she didn't really have a plan, which would have pissed Vexen off to know.

But she had... an outline. Something to that effect, anyway. What else could she possibly need?

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Valerie had an unwelcome tug out of her "slowly starting to lose her sanity"
session when two creatures who seemed to wriggle around in the air, hovered over her. It brought her legs to life with a painful swipe to her back and Valerie obeyed, the creatures making it very clear she had a place to go. Unlike the others, Valerie felt no reason to resist: not at the moment anyway.

The next room came, and even before she entered, Valerie knew it was her. There was no mistaking that feeling of HER in the air, not unlike the calm dark before the thunderstorm. So now the woman who had almost bested her had her prisoner, and she had run out on their last liaison. It didn't look like Valerie had a way out this time.

"Hello Larxene," Valerie said softly.

Larxene smirked. Ah finally! she thought to herself. Here's the entertainment. Or... Perhaps she's the second round of the appetizer. Maybe a little desert before dinner? She smiled and forced the thoughts of food out of her head, if only because that was ruining the sense of danger to the air. After all, food wasn't very dangerous, unless it was cutting off the air in your system.

Or, something like that. She giggled and pushed herself from the table, only a little bit slower than she normally was, so that the dusks could strap Valerie to that same space. And judging by their haste to do such, they were as ready to be rid of her and her commands as she was to be rid of them and their incompetence. Really, she would have gotten Valerie herself, if not for the fact that she could barely move (and the motivation just wasn't there).

Her eyes watched Valerie, like a bird watching its prey. Waiting for the right time to swoop down and grab it. Ah, there she went with the food references! Habit was such an annoying thing! She circled the table that Valerie was strapped too. Green eyes bright in the eerie, false light. "Valerie. It's so good to see you again. And I mean that from the bottom of my heart!"

Valerie squinted as the straps were tightly applied to her body, rendering her unable to move. She could start to feel the slow horror tempered with her need to want to not be there. There was Larxene just as she remembered her: vicious, alert and...well, not completely on the up and up it seemed. This didn't quell the fear inside Valerie, but it did let her know that there was a way to hurt the woman, whatever she was.

"I'm sure you do," Valerie said, forcing the bitterness out of her voice. "I guess you're making sure I don't run out on you like I did the last time huh? Well, I can tell you it wasn't all my fault."

And in a way, it was true. Valerie's instincts had made her run from Larxene, because she knew that fighting Larxene wouldn't be smart if she needed to fight Dan. THAT had been her primary purpose.

Too bad she failed in it.

Larxene smirked lazily, reclining against a wall as Valerie spoke. The night they'd first met had seemed oh-so-long and distant ago, and it hadn't really been a night to remember, except for the odd words and the tell-tale signs of darkness in the girl's heart. Clearly, she didn't know what she was getting in to, and Larxene wanted to do nothing more than laugh at her pathetic choices when it came down to it.

But, she was on a mission for Vexen. To find out the appropriate reaction someone could have to either darkness or light. It was a simple enough task. She had managed to make it into a game, at any rate, for Laharl. For Valerie, it was a completely different set of rules and a different game all together. How would she win this time? Because, really, there was no doubt in her mind that she would win. They were dumb enough to get caught, after all.

"I wonder what that darkness your harboring would say if we... bled it all out, hmm?" A giggle. "It's not like you've accomplished you set out to do... So you might as well be useful to someone, hmm?" She took a step closer.

Valerie's color drained a little from her face. She had hoped that Larxene hadn't known, but it was stupid to think that now. She at least knew that Valerie had that darkness within, and that it was what got her here, to Paixao. As long as Larxene didn't realize WHY, Valerie could have a small gain.

It was just not fair that Misha was here. she hadn't counted on it at all, and if there was anything she had to make sure happen, it was suffering silently. There was no way that Valerie could give those parts of herself away.

"I did what I could," Valerie said, anger in her voice. "I didn't know that ghost would be eliminated right in front of my eyes. I had every intention of doing what I had to do."

That didn't mean Valerie wasn't scared. What did she mean by bleeding darkness out of her?

Larxene giggled again, her smile just widening as the kunai appeared in her hands. It was difficult to not just stick one into the girl and to twist with all of her might, but Larxene had mastered self-control. Even in her moderately foul mood (which had been tempered only just enough by the sight of Laharl breaking down and crying hours before), she knew she'd probably be scolded-- if not worse- if she did something so wreckless and foolish. No matter how much she hated Vexen.

So she pushed herself from the wall, her pained reactions muted just enough so that Valerie couldn't possibly count on Larxene giving in to them over her. The room was far too cold, even for Larxene's tastes. And she couldn't imagine how anyone besides Vexen could stand the temperature. But, of course, it was Vexen. Her eyes trailed over Valerie, and she rested a hand against her cheek.

"I wonder what that darkness would do if we injected you to bursting with light, mm?" she asked lightly before taking another step. "But that would be helping you, and I do love to rub someone's failures into their faces..."

A pause and she placed the knife against the table, twisting it into the smooth surface. It was like a taunt to Valerie. Larxene did love to taunt, too. And she loved screaming and crying so much...

She should have been used to this. Larxene was taking her time. She had done so the first time they fought, hadn't she? The people around her in the cell were just waiting for their turn to be her next victim, and that would happen only after Larxene was done with her. She remembered Misha there, cold scared and alone. It was hard to remember that the girl was about the same age that she was: she had a strong swing to naivety. Danny. She wondered what he was doing now. Did he notice she and Misha were missing? Would he do anything, or just wallow in guilt? It bothered her, but the latter sounded more like him these days. Even with Dan gone, there was something in his eyes that wouldn't be reconciled. Remembering this, she turned to Larxene with anger in her eyes.

"Can't you just get on with it already? I get it, I failed, OK? Oh, and I'm scared now, duh! I did run from you in our last fight! You can't tell me you're not wanting to finish what we started! Go on and do it!"

She turned her head to the side. Even being tortured and scared, she couldn't stop thinking about him. Why? Even after all this time, she still couldn't erase that cold, gone look in his eyes. She felt the tears starting to well up in her eyes.

Why did she have to keep failing at helping the people she cared about the most?

"Well, you not only failed," Larxene began, taking her time to circle around the girl again, as if the pain didn't matter to her. Truthfully, it didn't. It was feeling, right? If feeling was what she wanted, she couldn't deny that she had it right then. "You failed spectacularly!"

She smiled down at the girl, her hand resting in some of Valerie's hair as she played with it. The suspense was always fun to build, but truthfully, she had to go slow. She didn't want to, but she had to. There was no sort of victory she needed claimed, like she had with Laharl. Unlike him, Valerie hadn't been nearly so lucky as to best her at anything. She didn't need anything from this girl beyond a lab report for Vexen.

"You used an innocent angel to accomplish what you couldn't," she taunted some more, moving her knife from the table, and to Valerie's skin. "Do you have any idea what the punishment is for those who force angels to stain their hands with blood?"

Not that she really cared one way or the other. She hadn't been a fan of angels for a long while, perhaps the moment she became a Nobody and had adopted her current policy towards feeling. A little bloodletting never hurt anyone, right? She pressed the blade into skin, and drug it down.

"By the way, Valerie, if it's any more consolation to you... Darkness doesn't go away. It eats you, until you're no longer you." She giggled. "Was that price worth the failure?"

Valerie swore to herself. It was one thing to be here, at the whims of Larxene, the woman that had cost her the stamina she needed to fight Dan in the first place, but why bring up Misha? It was probably her fault that the angel had gotten captured in the first place. If she hadn't used up most of her strength to banish Dan, she might have escaped. Damn it! Her arriving here seemed to have no meaning whatsoever! She didn't even get to save HIM...

Valerie gasped a little when she felt the instrument touch her skin, but made no more noise. She just closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. Even if this was painful, she'd take it. A part of her almost respected it happening to begin with. Larxene was laying her out, mentally, emotionally and physically. There wasn't any place to hide, not even in her mind. If anything, THAT place was even worse. The vestiges of the Heartless were starting to invader her thoughts and she felt like screaming at these times. Just...no more. The fact that Larxene basically told her she would be consumed was bad enough.

Valerie looked at Larxene, then squinted her eyes. "You can move faster than that. You weren't...HURT by any chance, were you?"

"Hurt?" she asked, and at that moment, she chose to twist her kunai against the skin, far rougher than she really felt necessary. "Hmm... perhaps, but don't you think it a little rude to ask a question like that?" Her smile to Valerie strongly suggested that it would be in her best interest to drop the subject-- or Larxene would have an excellent reason to damage the girl-- much like she had Zidane- and to leave the pieces for the dusks to clean up.

"Besides, we're talking about you Valerie. I wouldn't want to steal the conversation with my accomplishments. And it certainly is an accomplishment to know that you've single-handedly screwed over every person you've met, or have been of absolutely no use to them in any way." She pet the other's hair as she said this, sounding kind, playing up the wrong emotion for the words that came out of her mouth. "But you'll be useful to us! Promise!"

She giggled at the end of her statement and pulled away. "It's not like you can do anything else for your friends. I wouldn't be surprised if they were cursing you at this very moment!" The kunai vanished from her hand and she smiled. "Ah, what a terrible life you have!"

"I know!" Valerie burst out, tears forming in her eyes. 'I know I screwed everyone I love over! You think I need you to tell me that? But I'm here, aren't I? I made my bed, I'll sleep in it! Now hurry up and get it over with! In case you couldn't tell, I have a hole to sleep in, thank you!"

Valerie swallowed the sob. NO. There would be no crying in front of Larxene. She was already weak and she was tired and she wanted to die. Of course the Kunai hurt and of course the pain was starting to set her skin aflame. She could and would bear it all. She did this to Danny. She did this to Misha. Now she was going to pay for it. Would she turn into a heartless? She didn't know. She just wanted it to hurry up and end. Dan was gone anyway. She got to see Danny again. She even got to make a friend.

It wasn't as if there was anything much left to take.

Larxene smirked, which was just the slightest curl of her lips. Different from her normal smile, as it always seemed to match her intentions better than a friendly quirk or two, to throw the others off. But what point was there in pretending anymore? Valerie had given her everything that she needed to know, and she knew more than enough to satisfy Vexen's annoying lab reports.

Perhaps had she not been hurt, she would have been willing to stay longer, to illicit some sort of reaction out of Valerie rather than leaving her on the edge, where she could climb back up. But Larxene was a Nobody. She didn't care enough, and besides that, her whole body was hurting like hell, and calling for more of a revenge against Laharl, to pay him back for her being that way. It was nothing personal to Valerie. She almost felt bad for leaving her.

The dusks were always so prompt and speedy about arriving for her-- or rather, they never were, and the rumors of her punishments were starting to leak through the ranks. Good. She pulled her kunai away from Valerie's skin and cooed. "Aww, looks like our time's up, princess! But that's okay. There's always tomorrow, hmm?"

Tendrils of darkness curled around her feet, and slowly worked up around her body, until the darkness was able to swallow her whole. Then it ended, abruptly, and she was no longer in the same room. The two dusks ignored this and went about grabbing Valerie from her binds, only to take her back to the holding cell. Larxene was certainly getting faster, at least.

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