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[Larxene was bored. So very, very bored. She was seated upon a couch, flipping through a magazine idly, a blank look on her face as she looked at whatever was on the current page, which was an article about the latest fashion in Twilight Town.]

Booooring.

[She looked up from magazine, before she noticed something significant.

She was not in Castle Oblivion. She crinkled the pathetic little magazine in her small hands. What? What was going on? Where was she? How did she get here?]

...I swear. Axel, you better not be playing a silly little trick on me. I will destroy you, I--

[She grit her teeth, ripping up the magazine and tossing it aside, before striding on down the hallways of this mysterious new place.]

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No tricks.

[No, not even the fact that your mirror image is standing there with a toddler.]

Zexion, that better not be you, you puny little- ugh.

I haven't even seen him in ages.

You don't say...?

[She isn't buying it.]

Do you really think he'd even want to imagine this long enough to make an illusion of it?

...You have a point.

[She reached her hands up to rub her temples for a moment.]

Then why am I seeing you?

Because I'm real. So's the kid, unfortunately.

["Mama?" Akane isn't used to seeing doubles of Larxene.]

[She stares down at the child. Huh...]

...Why do you have the brat with you?

Why do you think?

[she does have Axel's eyes.]

Tch. You? Us? We? Whatever. You had a child? You can't be serious!

This is too funny!

...

You're not kidding, are you?

Do I have to show you the stretch marks to prove it? Because I will.

...How could you let yourself have a child? You have to have a heart to take care of that thing!

[She growled, staring at the thing like it was a filthy little bug under her heel.]

It seemed like the only choice at the time.

[y so mad, not-mommy. >: Akane looks increasingly upset.]

Couldn't you have just got one of those thingys if you don't want the baby? Abortion or whatever?

[She says it like it's so casual. This Larxene will show no mercy.]

From who, Vexen?

[This one very nearly went raiding Marluxia's garden for abortifacients. If she hadn't died shortly before getting pregnant, she probably would have risked it.]

I don't know. I guess so. Even if he's... ugh.

[Her nose wrinkled up.]

He is the only really sciency-medical type.

And he's not going anywhere near my bits. Next question!

Good point, again.

[She grunted, placing her hands on her hips.]

So whose daddy?

Not going to try and guess?

Hmph.

[She crossed her arms and stared down at the frightened child for a few moments, before her eyes widen slightly.]

...No. You didn't.

[Akane whines and clings to Larxene's shirt.]

So surprised?

Why the hell did you have it with him?

I didn't mean to!

Hmph. How did it happen then?

[rolls her eyes]

The usual way.

Well, duh. But what made you do it?

None of your business.

I am you. So it is.

Then can't you guess?

[Don't mind the Namine walking down the hall. She has seen you though and walks a little faster. Pissed off Larxene do not want.]

Namine.

[Flinches a bit, before turning to look at her properly.

Even after all this time, Larxene still scares her.]

Yes?

[She grins, showing her teeth.]

Do you know where I am?

Um, they call it, the Dressing room. It's a crossroads of worlds.

Really? Well, I suppose that explains the other me.

[N-nods.]

Right.

Pretty sure there's no Axel around right now.

[they tend to smell faintly of ashes, if they've been up to something. he doesn't recall hearing her voice before, hm.]

Ugh, you.

[She thinks you're the replica.]

Where are those weird clothes of yours?

[flushes with embarrassment, thinking she's asking about other clothes entirely. namely, the odd mix of colors that had been in his closet]

Someone helped me with my wardrobe.

Oh. I see.

[She scratched the back of her head.]

You know where I am, then, pretty boy?

One of the Eastern halls, I think. Were you looking for the kitchen?

No... I was reading my magazine, but then I showed up here.

Oh. You're considered new, then. Everyone that ends up here gets stuck.

[ whoa, watch where you're walking. ]

I should think something of this magnitude would be beyond him, Larxene.

[She glances up, then grins like the Cheshire cat.]

Marluxia.

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