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Betrayal for Betrayal [Active]

Character(s): Larxene, Zexion
Content: Larxene pays Zexion a visit, post-Elenra.
Setting: ?
Time: morning, week seven
Warnings: Larxene and Zexion

It was rare Larxene came calling on other Organization members without being called. But this was a very peculiar set of circumstances--the entire previous week had been--and so she found herself opening a portal and stepping through to pay a visit to Zexion.

He had his own motives, Larxene was sure, but Zexion had helped her in the previous week. And Marluxia had betrayed her. And Xemnas had--well, she didn't want to think about that, and relished in the ability to put it aside so easily. What good were hearts that prevented such things? But she was fair; she hated liars, and would repay betrayal with betrayal.

And oh, did Marluxia know a thing or two about betrayal.

She stepped out into Zexion's usual haunt. Her voice wasn't its usual chirp; it was more emotionless than she normally used, more serious as a result. She was still reveling in not having to show any tone in her voice. "Zexion, are you in?"

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Was he in? Of course he was. He was very rarely not in, unless he was either out in the streets of the city or in the labs. Since the labs had yet to be rebuilt, though, there was somewhat fewer places he could be.

Admittedly, it was a surprise to hear Larxene's voice calling for him, and not Lexaeus'. And he was sure that it was Larxene in truth and not the woman she'd been - Elenra would likely have gone to where 'Ian' lived, only to find him out. No doubt the past few days had been eventful, indeed.

"I am," he answered simply, looking up from the corner he'd all but entrenched himself in.

She stepped closer to him, surprisingly expressionless and certainly not bothering to hide her calculations--of what, that she did hide. Larxene was not here for her own amusement, and so, for once, decided to be direct.

"You know what happened last week," she said. "You might not know the complications. But--Marluxia. How much do you know?"

Her tone said she'd fill in the blanks for him.

Straight to the point, then. Just like always, with her. The expression was somewhat less like her, but his own thoughts on that matter were neatly hidden away behind an expression as blank as her own. It wouldn't do to have her know how much the knowledge of his own death had stung.

"I know only what the Replica told me. It was hardly the most complete of stories."

For know he wouldn't ask abut the complications she'd mentioned.

Larxene considered, folding her arms. Fine, she would simply begin where things started. "He wants to take over, I'm sure you know that," she said. "Using the witch."

"Naminé." No surprise there. Her abilities were... impressive, even within the city. Allowing Marluxia full access to her powers (which they had) was potentially disastrous.

"To ensnare Sora's heart?"

Larxene nodded, leaning slightly to one side as she spoke. "To make Roxas obsolete, and to use Sora against the rest of the Organization, Sora's memories would be replaced, so he thought of Naminé as--mmm--his princess to protect."

"Naminé to replace Kairi, no doubt. It could have worked, if done correctly. Do you know the reasoning behind his actions?"

He knew the consequences to Marluxia's actions, or what would have been the consequences. But the reasons that had spurred him on to make such decisions... those he could not fathom. Though you'd never hear him admit to such a thing, he had yet to figure out how the eleventh of their number thought.

"Marluxia," Larxene said, and for the first time since she'd began the conversation her voice picked up its usual venomous purr, "does not like taking orders. He would rather give them--no matter what the consequence."

She spoke as one who knew him well; her time spent with Marluxia was not unknown to the Organization.

"Ah," Zexion answered. A single word, but it spoke volumes. The last piece of the puzzle sliding in, or the key that turned the lock. It made sense now.

It did not, however, excuse his attempt.

"And so he seeks to find a way to recreate the Organization in his own image so as to no longer need to take orders."

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Larxene nodded, her lips quirking up into a bit of a smile. "He doesn't think the Superior does a particularly good job of reaching his goals. And, of course, those who are loyal to the Superior would have to die. Those he could sway could be used."

'Those he could sway'. Seven would have easily sided with Xemnas, leaving six to be swayed. The closest thing to an even split as you could get, with the organization. Lexaeus and Saïx were powerhouses in their own right, to say nothing of Xemnas himself.

But against the power of the Keyblade... that would have been a force to reckon with.

"Did he plan to tell Sora of Roxas, or merely use them both?"

"Sora to balance Roxas," Larxene said. "Keeping them apart was priority, of course."

And so yes, both would be used, though Larxene was not entirely clear on the specifics of that. Marluxia had never been forthcoming, Larxene simply had guesses. It was just that Larxene, more than any other Nobody, knew him well enough to make the best guesses.

"Two sides of the same coin, never knowing of the other's existence. A tricky balance."

But it would have meant the power of two Keybearers striking at them, and with the Keyblade being on of the few weapons that was all but made to destroy beings like them, it would have presented quite a problem.

"Roxas would have had questions."

"Which Naminé could wipe his mind of."

Another guess, but a logical one.

"No doubt she could."

Although using her to that purpose repeatedly would instead leave her with questions. But perhaps Marluxia hadn't intended to need to do so more than once or twice.

"I'd imagine he still plans to use the witch in some way," Larxene continued. "He's her keeper, after all. Though perhaps that should change."

Her smile didn't fade or twitch, but something in her eyes grew a touch more sinister. Marluxia needed more than to just stop watching the girl.

If Zexion had his way about the whole situation, Marluxia would be not much longer for the Organization, if not for life as a whole. He had betrayed, and would likely do so again. The only reason he hadn't mentioned it to more important people was simply that he preferred to have the noose built before making his accusations.

Larxene's confession was more than he could ever have hoped, but it was a nail in the coffin that he would not be putting to waste.

"If I had my way more than that would change," he answered simply.

And now Larxene's smile bared teeth, almost deceptively vicious. She could picture Marluxia squirming already, on the run and abandoned by the Organization. But that was too good for someone like him. He'd betrayed her. She didn't take kindly to liars.

"If I had my way, he'd die."

That much, Zexion could agree with, and for the first time since the conversation had begun he let his outward expression match what he was feeling. It was a smile, but much like Larxene's it bore no resemblance to anything that could be called nice.

"I would be willing to agree to this."

Even better, if Larxene could have the backing of one of the precious original six. It was just a matter of time, really, before Marluxia ended up strangled. Or, better yet, disemboweled.

Yes, she'd do a bit of experimenting of her own, see just what made him tick. That would be fun.

"Then maybe it's time for a little group get-together?" she suggested with mock cheer. "To see just what should be done about him."

Both would be perfectly suitable to Zexion. Much better to let Larxene be the vehicle of his vengeance. She was, after all, perfectly suited to it. Hell hath no fury... after all.

"I'll speak to Xemnas about it," he answered.

Surely Xemnas wouldn't be able to disagree in the face of what he'd learned.

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