Unknown Lives.

Disclaimer: ... I obviously don’t own anything. I'm just using these characters to fulfill my insane wants and needs.

This fic contains actual conversations from KH: Chain of Memories, so I decided not to add any of that “he said” “she said” stuff to it. Keeping their words exactly as they are, punctuation and all. I only added a description of their actual actions to the mix. If you’re just here for the lemon, skip to the end. ;3


Unknown Lives.

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- - Finality.

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The Views Of

Larxene and Zexion.

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“Why do you shun the dark?”

“Oh, come on, I know you heard every word I said to Maleficent.”

“Darkness is your weapon. I need you to accept it.”

“What do you care?”

“Stop resisting and accept the darkness. You must…

…if you are to serve me again!”

The mysterious voice revealed itself to be Ansem.

“Ansem. Just as I thought.”

“You don’t seem surprised.”

“You always were chatty when it came to darkness. So let me guess… You want to pull me back into the darkness and play puppet master again… right?”

“Clever boy. You’ll make a fine host. Now surrender to me again and—“

“You’re insane! There won’t be an ‘again’!”

Riku attempted to strike Ansem with Soul Eater after his words, but to no avail. He struck the ground as he lay there motionless.

Riku groaned as Ansem loomed over him, his words once again beginning.

“Did you really think you could harm me? A weakling like you couldn’t even defeat Sora—and you had darkness on your side.”

“Excuse me for… being weak…”

“You need the darkness. Submit! Bow to the darkness and bow to me.”

“Not a… chance…”

“Only darkness can help you now.”

Suddenly, a voice cut through the air when Ansem’s comment ended.

“You’re wrong!”

A ball of light slowly circled around Riku,

“That voice… Your Majesty, is that you!?”

“You betcha! Riku, you’re not alone.”

Riku slowly got up, the words fueling his confidence in the light. It was King Mickey.

“Listen carefully now, Riku. The light’ll never give up on you. You’ll always find it, even in the deepest darkness. But all you have to do is believe.”

Riku smiled, happy he was not alone. It wasn’t great being alone in a fight for your side.

“I will,” Riku quickly said as he got up to stick it in Ansem’s face, “Hear that? I’m not losing to the darkness today, Ansem.”

He got up from the ground, and took out Soul Eater. Pointing it an Ansem, he waited to see what he said.

“You think some feeble light can save you from the darkness I command? Fool!”

Ansem sounded cocky enough. Riku wanted to test him to see if he could stand him. And the light.


Battle ensued as Ansem attacked with his guardian, the same species of Heartless as Darkside. Eventually, Ansem was defeated.


“That’s all you’ve got!”

Ansem had lost, and all he had were two gifts for Riku.

Riku was happy he defeated him. Now he was the cocky one.

“It seems you are intent on resisting the darkness. Very well. See with your own eyes.”

Ansem held some world cards in his hands, and Riku was in question,

“What are those?”

“They are cards crafted from your memory. Advance through the worlds they beget, and you will come to understand… Chasing the light will not distance you from the dark. You cannot run.”

“Who’s running? Give me the cards. I’ll enter those worlds. And in the end, if I haven’t given up… I win.”

Ansem tossed the cards at Riku; he caught them.

“I have one more gift for you.”

A light began to glow in Riku’s heart. What?

“What did you do?!”

“I tempered the darkness that remains in your heart.”

“What? You still think I’d rely on darkness?”

“Whether you use it or not is your choice.”

Ansem disappeared, leaving behind a single message:

“I’ll be waiting, Riku… for you to come to your senses and yield to the darkness!”


- Obtained World Cards. -

Riku ran up the stairs to get to the next floor. Meanwhile, talk had started among the Unknowns of Castle Oblivion, and Zexion had patiently waited for Lexaeus, as well as Vexen, to show up. He needed to explain to them the newly acquired information he had. Two others had come into the castle, and their scents were new. Intruders.

Lexaeus appeared in the dark blue room, while Zexion stood beside him. Being as annoyed as he was, Zexion spoke up when Lexaeus didn’t acknowledge his presence.

“Don’t I even get a hello, Lexaeus?”

Vexen materialized out of nowhere.

“What is going on, Zexion? I demand an explanation.”

Vexen’s face was nonchalant, and Zexion was becoming annoyed quickly. Don’t these people have any manners?

“Nice to see you too, Vexen.”

This was his counter to the ‘hello’ he was given. Zexion continued on.

“You know, it’s deplorable… The Organization used to be the rope that binds us. And now it’s full of kinks.”

Vexen was angered. How could he say such things?!

“How dare you!”

Lexaeus quickly spoke up to protect the other from his coming rage.

“Let it go, Vexen.”

Vexen stifled his anger, and paid attention to what Lexaeus and Zexion had to say. He let his arms stay dangling at his sides, trying to appear blasé as usual.

“Zexion, tell us. What did you detect?”

Zexion was happy that somebody in this place was willing to listen to him. Lexaeus was the only one who seemed to understand him. He turned around and faced Lexaeus, trying not to look like he was too angry at Vexen.

“Visitors. I detected two scents in the castle’s lowest basement. One of them was Maleficent, but—“

Vexen was puzzled. Was he truly this idiotic? Perhaps. He cut off Zexion before he could finish.

“That’s absurd. The witch is gone. She cannot return from the realm of darkness of her own volition.”

God! What is with these people? Vexen acts as if he knows everything when he hadn’t even finished.

“If you’d let me finish… The scent belonged to a very convincing double.”

Vexen thought about this for a moment. No explanation could come up. He just waited and let Zexion finish his report.

“But I can’t say much beyond that, since the would-be Maleficent is no more. Our other visitor saw to that.”

Lexaeus was shocked. Other visitor saw to it?

“Who is it?”

He finally asked after some thinking. Yet, Zexion didn’t know who it was, and this had to be solved eventually.

Zexion looked down at the ground.

“I don’t know… But the scent was really similar to the Superior’s. Exactly similar, if I may say.”

How many idiotic things was Zexion going to say today? Vexen was now really angry. Zexion had lost is mind today!

“Rubbish!” Vexen yelled.

Who did Vexen think he was? Zexion wasn’t going to stand for this. He knew the truth.

“Fact, Vexen. Now, what shall we do?”

The blue-eyed boy began to ponder as to what they were going to do to find out who this person was. Lexaeus crossed his arms over his chest before responding.

“Let us bide our time and see what develops.”

The three nodded and went in separate directions.

-


Zexion slowly walked down the vast corridors, looking at the high pillars and glass objects that surrounded him. The entire castle was pale blue, marble-like in texture, and gloomy. It was very monotone and boring. Nothing was ever exciting here anymore. Everything was just… the same.

As Zexion slowly made his way down the long corridor, the door to his room was in sight. This castle was very large, and hard to navigate around. He liked to go around the castle mostly the plain and simple way, not constantly teleporting like the others did. It did give him some exercise, and a chance to look around. Not that there was usually anything around to spectate.

The door to his room could now be seen right in front of him from his effort, and in a few moments, his black-gloved hand reached the shining silver doorknob. He turned it slowly and opened the large glass door and then stepped inside, over the large sun-shaped design etched into the chalk blue marble ground. The design was carved all over the castle; an insignia, you might say.

His shoes tapped on the ground, and his robe brushed against the chalky-coloured walls, which matched the colour of the marble on the ground. A simple, white, stony, and fragile statue stood in the corner of his room, and on the other corner was a spotless black fainting couch.

His bed was different from the rest of the decors, and it had a nice design to it. The mattress was covered by a large white sheet, with a black one layered on top. The sides were dangling off, and they had an edge that looked like the large, sort of net-like fabric which was on the top of the long wooden poles sprouting from the headboard of his bed, which were connected together. The netting that dangled off was given a nice design, as though it was that of a curtain.

There was a large window in his room, covered by onyx-coloured velvet curtains, and a platinum-braided, twisted, silk rope around them. The ropes were usually opened to let the curtains close; he wasn’t that fond of light.

He then laid down on his bed with his hands behind his head; eyes closed. Who was the other intruder?

His thoughts then lingered on and on, leading to many things. How could somebody have a scent exactly the same as the Superior’s? This was impossible. There had to be some logical explanation. And what reason was there for the imposter Maleficent to exist? Why was she killed again? Where did she come from? These questions would have to be investigated further by all of the members of the Organization until an answer was found for each question they all had.

Axel, Marluxia, and Larxene would be informed of these happenings soon enough. Vexen had probably delivered the message when they all left the room, Lexaeus was probably off exploring the castle, Axel was plotting some devious intentions of his and putting his plans into action, Larxene was doing who-knows-what, and Zexion was just laying down in his bed thinking.

What kind of an organization was this?


-

In the meanwhile, Axel was talking to Larxene about the new “visitors” they had acquired in the castle. Their talking about Sora was making Axel more excited about his plans by the minute.

“Wow, Axel, you seem pretty intrigued by this Sora kid.”

Axel crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“And you’re not?”

“I haven’t made up my mind… but I’d like to know what’s on yours.”

Axel’s plans were just making him giddier every passing second. This child that had come into the castle had made everyone quite puzzled. Who wouldn’t have this kid on their mind?

“He became a Heartless Larxene—and you know what happens to people who do.”

Larxene thought about this for a moment, and it dawned on her. He was right.

“People who lose their hearts also lose their minds, their feelings… They’re consumed by the darkness.”

Axel had proved his point to her.

“Right. But that didn’t happen to Sora. He held on to his feelings, even as a Heartless,” Axel then turned to face Larxene, “Only one man ever managed to do that.”

“So it’s the strength of his heart that intrigues you— the heart chosen by the Keyblade.”

“What makes his heart shine like that? What sleeps in its most secret depths?”

“The heart is a mysterious thing, Axel.”

“Maybe so. But unlocking its secrets is why we, the Organization, exist.”

Larxene nodded in agreement.. Axel was right; this kid was something to be thoroughly thought about. His heart was unlike any other. This had to be said to somebody else. Axel was then long-gone by the time Larxene decided to leave the room and tell somebody because she couldn’t hold it in. After a minute or two, Larxene finally left the room and saw Axel walking down the hallway before she headed in another direction.

After some while of walking down a few flights of stairs, through a few rooms, and down three corridors, she finally reached her intended destination: Zexion’s room.


-


Zexion was still engrossed in his thoughts regarding the many current events and happenings that had been making things livelier at the castle, and wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon. Then there was a knock on his door. Zexion’s eyes snapped open and he gently responded.

“Come in.”

Larxene twisted open the door knob with a slight scratching noise, and walked in with a smug look on her face. Zexion’s remained stern and he closed his eyes again. Larxene finally spoke up.

“Thanks for saying hello.”

Everybody seemed to be acting very peeved and bad-mannered today. They just rambled on and on without a single greeting.

“Hello. Now tell me what it is you want.”

“Relax! You’re always so icy.”

Zexion scoffed and opened one eye to look at her. He then took a deep breath and let it out, then sat up. She put her hands on her hips and leaned forward. Zexion then waited for her comment while he arched an eyebrow at her.

“Alright, alright. I just came to tell you about my talk with Axel. He’s been very infatuated with this Sora kid since he looked into what he was like. His heart is what he’s so caught up with.”

“So he’s been taking a liking to his heart, has he? It’s always like Axel to be up to something important or devilish when he is so preoccupied with something. Especially a heart. What is it about his heart that intrigues him so?”

“He told me that it was the fact that his heart retained its normal state while he was a Heartless, and only one person has been able to do that, you know. His memories, feelings, everything. They stayed intact. It’s… amazing.”

“So that is what has made Axel act so odd lately… it’s just more than him being obsessed with the Keyblade Master’s heart. It’s…”

“Huh? What are you saying?”

“Oh, nothing. Nothing at all.”

Larxene took a seat next to him, and had serious look on.

Suddenly, the ground beneath them started to shake; yells could be heard from far below. It was vague, but the voice of Ansem could be made out. A battle had just finished down in one of the basements.


-

“Insolent brat!”

Ansem yelled at the young boy as the ground beneath him started to shake, causing after-shocks all over the castle. He hunched over as he tried to stay alive.

“Ansem!”

Riku slashes through the man, waiting to see the reaction to his strike.

“You’re finished!’

“Hardly…finished…I gave you…the dark…My shadow…lingers…”

Ansem gets up, and once again, the violent shaking begins, echoing throughout the empty room.

“I will return!”

He backed up and disappeared with those final words done.


-

Zexion broke the silence between himself and Larxene.

“How many times is he going to attempt to kill the boy? It’s quite futile.”

“Does it matter? Honestly… Marluxia is going to do something about him eventually. He’s made a copy of him. One that has no heart.”

“Marluxia does the strangest things sometimes… Worst of all is he never tells the rest of us anything about it. He’s so secretive. ”

A deep sigh emerged from Zexion’s lips, and he looked at Larxene again.

“You seem to know more than me even though I’m the one that usually talks to them. You’re hiding something! Come on; give the game away!”

“How about I tell you what I think all of this is about?”

“Ah, another one of your theories. You think about things too thoroughly.”

Zexion just flashed her an odd look briefly before putting his serious face back on.

“Listen to me. Don’t doze off again like you did the other time.”

Larxene nodded, and laid back on the bed, waiting for his long theory. Zexion’s talks always took forever, but they always had good bits and pieces in them.

Zexion started talking, Larxene closed her eyes to get a “quick rest” and kept on nodding to every word he said, but she eventually fell asleep. Yet Zexion, being as lost in his own thoughts after abruptly stopping, never noticed until she turned around to lie flat on her back again.

“Were you listening to anything I was saying, Larxene? You can be so ignorant sometimes.”

He was given an answer of continuous silence, and a sleeping Larxene. He sighed once again, and climbed up onto the bed to wake her up. How rude! Just comes in here and falls asleep on his bed while he’s talking… He wrapped his hands around her arms and lightly shook her. No reaction. He put his mouth up to her ear and said her name firmer, and louder. Still nothing. His face was still an inch away from hers when he shook her hard. Now she wakes up!

Her eyes slowly fluttered open and she smiled just before placing a quick peck on Zexion’s lips. He immediately jumped up and stood on his knees, his face briefly having a light crimson flush to it.

“Larxene…? What was that?”

“A kiss. You’re so dense, Zexion.”

“…”

Zexion really couldn’t say anything to her at this point, but the look of question he shot her was something. She really shouldn’t have done that, though. These new feelings were stirring up inside of him; warmth was spreading throughout him, making his blood hum within his body. His back arched towards her again as he leaned down, craving for a taste of her lips once again before hungrily taking them.

“ Zexio-- mmph!”

Larxene’s words were stopped by Zexion’s ravenous kiss. She groaned and arched her back upward, pressing herself against him; molding herself to his shape. Her shock was shown through her kiss; Zexion had never acted in such a way. He was always quiet. Icy. Silent. His kiss was filled with desire, showing her the side he had never let out before.

Larxene’s hands now hung limply at her sides as she tried to respond to the pair of lips that were gliding to passionately and expertly over her own. The feel of his tongue tracing teasingly across the opening of her lips finally made her mouth fall open softly in compliance, and he didn’t hesitate for a moment to take this opportunity to taste her more thoroughly.

Her groaning still continued as Zexion’s hand glided over the side of her neck. Any sound she made was then immediately swallowed by his sweet kisses, taken in by him. He nearly froze when she began to kiss him back hesitantly; her lips barely moving, and her hands wandering around his neck.

Once again he got up, only to remove the black gloves from his hands and hers, throwing them onto the ground carelessly. He could now feel her skin, the smoothness of it, her hair, and anything else he managed to reveal. Their black boots were soon tossed aside carelessly, and they both immediately got into the center of the bed, nearly falling over from the haste.

“Zexion…”

She softly moaned out his name, and he pressed her against him, trying to prove to himself that she was real and not some ghost of an image. Their silver necklaces were removed from them both, and put around the nearby statue. The tie to Larxene’s robe was slowly pulled away, revealing her black bra and panties. She gently sat up enough for Zexion to remove the large article of clothing and toss it aside as if it was a useless item. Zexion’s robe soon followed, and he began to nip at Larxene’s collarbone, then gently placing kisses down the side of her neck, leaving a fiery essence in his wake.

Larxene quickly sprang up; it was her turn now. She gently pushed him down and started to kiss the area around Zexion’s neck, going towards his collarbone and taking tiny nips. She could feel the hot pressure of his hands going down the sides of her breasts, before resting on the small of her back. Her kisses gently left a trail from his neck and up; going past his cheeks back to his lips once again while Zexion busied himself with removing the last article of clothing on her upper body. Larxene swiftly stiffened, and covered herself with her arms. Zexion gently coaxed her arms away, and she hesitated for a split second just before she wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her hips absently against his, trying to soothe her ache.

Zexion parted his lips from hers as he gasped for air, eyes opening to study the magnificent body beneath him. Her chest was heaving– he could feel it rising high against him with every breath –and her eyes had slightly darkened; they now held a shade of a stormy gray in them.

“Oh, my...” Larxene’s voice was almost unrecognizable to even her own ears.

“Be quiet,” he said almost savagely, his voice laced with pure lust.

“Why don’t you try shutting up, pretty boy?”

He chuckled, a growling sort of chuckle, before gently placing a finger to her lips before continuing with his onslaught of kisses. She took the hint and quieted down. His rain of kisses continued, moving down to her stomach before slowly moving down to her thighs. Larxene sucked air in very sharply when his tongue came in contact with her sensitive flesh. It was over faster than it had started; that extreme feeling of pleasure between her thighs was gone, and she could feel Zexion smirking into her skin as he licked the valley between her breasts once again.

“Hmph.”

Larxene grabbed the back of Zexion’s icy-colored mane and pulled his head up to hers before brutally assaulting his lips with her own. Biting, sucking, nipping, licking; anything she could think of. Enough of him taking over everything; it was her turn to make him experience the sweet torture. Her actions continued, though absentmindedly, for she had no idea what she was going to do now. That’s what improvising was for, no?

…Sadly, improvising just wasn’t Larxene’s thing. Sure, she could act on spur-of-the-moment decisions in battle, but now, it was different. She was naked in bed with a very lusty Zexion. Oh, well, she could just skip to the good part. Should she/

…Yes.

No. Maybe Zexion was just toying with her? It wasn’t in his nature to be a lust-crazed fool. He was always icy, calm, and composed. This other side of him that had been released had revealed some very interesting possibilities. Her thinking soon stopped when Zexion cleared his throat. Oh, yes, huh? Zexion was still waiting for her to do some very fun things with him, wasn’t he?

“If you’re not going to do anything, then I –“

Zexion immediately silence himself when Larxene’s hand had found a very interesting destination.

“Shut up,” Larxene barked sternly before moving her hand up.

A shuddering noise escaped the other’s throat as his hands quickly fell behind him in an effort to support his frame that was falling backwards. His back arched as he tried to press himself closer to her hand. He was rewarded with something better than her hand. Something warm, no, fiery and slick was slowly engulfing him. Larxene was slowly lowering herself onto him, inch by torturous inch.

He encountered a barrier. His eyes opened, his teeth clenched together, and he tried to keep his hips from ramming up into her. She wrapped her arms around him, and placed her hands behind his head before letting her weight take her down onto him completely.

She didn’t scream, she didn’t even make a noise. She did, however, clench her teeth together tightly and close her eyes, trying to relax. She held Zexion tightly, wrapping her legs around his hips. He sunk even deeper into her, making her wince slightly. By this time, Zexion had regained his composure, and his hands slowly lifted up from behind him, making him wobble slightly from the excess weight on his hips. He gently placed her back on the bed, his hips going closer to her.

It hurt. More than Larxene had anticipated. When Zexion’s hips shifted, he went forward when Larxene thought there was no more forward. He slowly withdrew himself from her, earning a gasp from the woman above him, before thrusting back in. She hissed in pain.

“Zexion,” she finally managed to choke out, “stop. This pain is maddening.”

“No,” Zexion gently whispered into her ear as he nuzzled the crook of her neck before biting her pulse.

“What did you just say?” Larxene barked through clenched teeth, slipping her hand towards her robe to retrieve her daggers.

Zexion’s hand instantly reacted to her moving one, grabbing her wrist and pinning it above her head, just before doing the same to the other, holding them both down with one hand. Another gasp emitted from her throat before she began to wiggle her arms in an attempt to get free.

“You aren’t going anywhere,” Zexion’s voice penetrated through her now clouded mind, his voice husky, and the need all but dripping from his lips. She wondered if it was tasty.

His hips were moving again, and it hurt… but not so much now. Her hips tried to buck him off, and her hands were moving about wildly in an attempt to regain control. Nope, nothing was working. It seems that if Zexion wanted something, he got it. His hips began to pound into hers faster, his hair gently tickling her as he bent down to place a searing kiss on her lips. Zexion’s free hand slowly trailed down towards her breasts, caressing them briefly before going lower, making her shiver all the way.

“Now, how do you feel, Larxene?” his deep voice growled into her ear, making her shiver despite the heat of the room.

“Fuck you,” she barked before leaning up the briefly kiss him before biting his bottom lip for a moment and then falling back due to her restrained arms.

Larxene was actually beginning to enjoy herself now. Her back arched to meet his thrusts, but her hands weren’t allowing her to comply with Zexion’s needs. His hand eventually let go, and he latched himself to her hips with both hands, his speed increasing even more.

…And then it hit them. That amazing convulsing feeling that left them feeling breathless for a moment before making their minds go numb. That one final thrust came when she propelled herself against him, and it overtook her completely. She all but screamed his name as he sank in even further, his senses being heightened as he was hurtling into a plunge of heat, scent, and sound. Their skin bursted in an explosion of fire and pure, igniting pleasure. Their breath rasped in their throats, their breathing now erratic.

Zexion gently nuzzled Larxene’s neck, pressing opened mouthed kisses to her throat before finally collapsing, sleep finally taking over.

~


…I told myself I wouldn’t go to sleep until I finished writing this story tonight.

Alright. This story was supposed to be completed for my New Years Resolution, and what do you know? I made it. With 3 months to spare! This story took me roughly from last December, when I purchased CoM, until now. Hope you enjoyed it. I worked my ass of to make it for you. Please review and tell me what you think. Any requests? Please do tell. ;D