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Fanfiction ► ~♥~ A Cake Just For You ~♥~ (Larxel, one-shot)



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Okay, well! This is my first fanfiction that I ever posted here, and also the first time I ever done the characters in a Organization setting, which was difficult for me, since it's Axel baking a cake for Larxene. The theme was inspired by madammina for Larxel day, which is 12/8 [and I know is highly late for that one], she gave me the idea, and tried to figure out how to implement it that would...not be out of character xD. I also wanted it to be mild in terms of interpretation, and leave it to the readers about what characters were really thinking. Don't know how much I succeeded with that, I feel it came alright overall. It was met with good reviews, and I was encouraged to post it here, and, thus, there it is.

You can also read it here: A Cake Just For You, a Kingdom Hearts fanfic - FanFiction.Net

Hope you enjoy and like it, and any criticism, I'll gladly take, since I'm all for improving.





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~♥~ A Cake Just For You ~♥~


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When Larxene had walked into the kitchen, a section of the castle that mostly no one ever used (and no male here was able to cook anyway), she had expected to simply glide in, get to the refrigerator, take out a unopened bottle of water, and leave. Back to her sanctuary; her room.

What she didn't expect was to almost slip on something that was on the floor, having to quickly balance herself as she held on to the edge of the entryway in surprise, and stared at what was the worst mess this kitchen had ever seen. And the culprit was standing by the stove, kicking the oven, and muttering a few choice words under his breath. As she studied the place when she was able to stand properly, she noted the whole area was covered in flour, thrown over the counters, on the floor [what she had slipped on], cracked egg shells here and there, some containers and measuring spoons and items strewn on different corners, and the kitchen smelled like it was in high fire before she came in, burnt. She wriggled her nose distastefully at the ash infested air, and settled her gaze on the redhead, who was throwing whatever crap he brewed up on the trash, worse for wear with white particles in his hair, face, and outfit just as much as the floor. It was odd how he did not catch her presence, as usually, it was quite normal to sense when one of them was about to portal in with the slight rift in the air.

Her question was answered when she met deep, jade pools looking back at her, disinterested and blank. As she leaned on a vacant wall after she cautiously walked on the flour hazardous ground, she crossed her arms, their locked eyes playing a staring contest for a minute as she smirked in amusement, until Axel turned away and continued on what he was doing, not unsettled by seeing her there.

"I'm not in the mood, Larxene."

"Obviously. But has that ever stopped me?"

"Silly me."

He merely moved forward to the free table without saying much else, where a bowl, lined with many ingredients, were situated. She watched as he simply took a measuring cup, and picked up the bag of flour, pouring it in, specks of white flakes shooting and spreading throughout the atmosphere in fluffs, and she raised a eyebrow when he unknowingly let some spill. This was...a very disturbing sight. Axel baking. For no reason that she could come up with to make it sensible. He could barely cook a fried egg right without something going haywire in the process, and now he was proceeding with a big step in his lack of culinary skills? There was something off. This wasn't like him. Precisely, not in the time she's known him.

Narrowing her eyes as he put the flour down, and threw it in the mixing bowl, he was about to go for the milk, until she began with, "What the hell are you doing?"

"What the hell do you think I'm doing?"

There we go, another set of familiar territory after the first one. That was proof for her that this was actually the real Axel, something she was questioning, and rightly so. She took the opportunity to saunter over to him, nestling next to his body casually as she eyed the concoction, not noticing the tension she formed by doing so. "That's exactly it. You're baking. What the hell are you doing?"

He took a deep inhale of breath, apparently irritated by this point, and it was here Larxene noted a kind of exhaustion that she now saw up close, and it made her curious, needless to say. His green eyes appeared tired, and he carried himself as if he just wanted to lay down and lose himself to sleep any given second. However, Axel gave her a sharp glance, and she just blinked patiently. "What I'm doing is none of your business."

The sentence came with a expression that specifically told her to go away.

But, Larxene never really got it, as always. "I think it should be anyone's business if you're wrecking and may destroy the kitchen if you continue."

"Nobody uses this kitchen."

"Doesn't mean that no one can pass by for a bottle of water."

"Then why don't you get your bottle of water?"

"Because I stumbled upon a redhead who can't cook to save both his lives."

"I thought you were the one who always manages to make charcoal."

Larxene scowled, obviously not appreciating his insult on her cooking skills, because of just one incident when she was trying a new recipe, and it backfired with her first attempt. It didn't change the fact that she was the only who can conjure up a edible meal among this group. "That is called grasping at straws. I'm not the one who can't cook fried eggs."

"And I'm not the one who, while better than the men, can't cook worth anything," he countered without much fervor to the banter, slipping off next to sink to get the already used wooden spoon, still laced with a previous mixture.

"Which is a whole other level above you," Larxene retorted, not taking her eyes off of him, her hands on her hips now that she was getting slightly bored at his evasion on why he was really even baking. It wasn't like it was a hobby. "Either way, you mean to tell me you're doing this for yourself? Or does Roxas like treats?"

The way she conveyed the line made Axel glare at her, while she smiled with saccharine sweetness in return. He decided to ignore her once more as he began to batter the mix, and the little "conversation" seemed to satisfy Larxene enough for her to move over to the refrigerator, knowing at this moment that he would not budge and the topic couldn't be continued. It was this along with the fact that it was losing her fascination fast. Stepping over the egg shells, she went to get the bottle of water she came in here for in the first place, rolling it in her hand as she closed the refrigerator door behind her. She gave Axel a last look as he kept working, rolling her eyes, wondering how he was to manage without a cookbook not even in hand, and headed out without another word in the careful manner she had inhabited after almost falling down. She was done for now, however, the zest of needing to know what was he doing didn't escape her.

And it was when she was leaving, that she barely registered the tight, muttered words that reached her.

"You'll find out soon."


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He, truthfully, did not understand why he was doing this. More so after the less than pleasant visit the woman provided him with. A part of him, after she finally left, wanted to just stop and throw away this idea that to him, was quite foolish to do, as he wasn't tied in giving her anything she didn't deserve. She was able to get under his skin, and it was at that standstill the he'd rather be left alone, and clear away from her presence completely, not having to deal with her endeavors, or have to bother to do so. Then, at other times, she was more proficient, and more easier to speak to, and these were the times where he was able to stay, and have a real exchange between them. It was the same to him, however, another way to pass the time, and with being a Nobody, things slid by him without much effort. So it was a right to ponder on why he was still here, baking a cake for her. The fourth attempt at baking a cake, that is. He knew part of it was a challenge made by Roxas, that suddenly took a turn from talking about a simple discussion of presents and how one would go about it in the usual clock tower, to him agreeing on a bet that he couldn't even recall how it escalated. The most vague statements he could pick up was that it did include Larxene, and how much she would be hard to please, in Roxas' opinion, as she seemed introverted. Then, he made a comment he shouldn't have, and now this is where he found himself. And Roxas was also waiting for the result, the little runt.

Yet, it didn't connect on why he was trying so hard for the cake to at least look appealing. He had been up since late morning, and had gone over multiple bags of flour, and other necessities, that he picked up today from a store after him and Roxas finished their sea salt ice cream (a tradition that had made itself permanent since he had first met him on that fateful day). He was tired after moving around and going through three stabs at making the vanilla layer, when he should've settled for the first burned and hard one, and hand it to her. He really doubted her reaction will be any different at whichever outcome. The only part that he succeeded in was making the chocolate cake, safe and placed in a corner that did not catch Larxene's sight when she had come in. His plan, was, that he was to make a vanilla and chocolate two layered cake, with strawberry icing coated around, and in the middle gap. The three basic flavors. He didn't know how the trio would taste in one, but it had been so long that he was encased in this kitchen, that he'd rather take the chance. And this was what had him confused; the energy he was exerting into this when it really was nothing.

In the end, nevertheless, he placed it in the back of his head, thinking that it was a need to gain the triumph of impressing the "hard to please" Larxene, and getting Roxas to earn his loss by it. In fact, when he told the girl purposely as she was leaving that she'll find out soon, it would keep her guessing until the time came, making it much worthwhile, and liable for a better reaction. Or so he thought.

It didn't take long until the new blend was placed in the circular pan, and put inside what would be his last struggle in the oven. Dusting off his hands, he sighed, and pulled up the only chair to the table to sit on, resting his head on his palm lazily as he waited for the designated hour when he could finish.


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"You think it's right for me to actually spy, without her noticing?"

"Just trust me, it's me who you're talking about, you know. Got it memorized?"

Roxas slapped away the hand that repeatedly poked his forehead in turn, sending a slight annoyed glance at the chuckling redheaded man, who had come to be so different to the rest who he had slowly gotten to know. It was something...he had yet to fully comprehend. A friendship...between beings who cannot feel. Was that really possible? The lingering and forceful issue came at times when he was not certain, or maybe, perhaps, it was just something he couldn't grasp. Shaking his head slightly, not wanting the burden to fall on him now, he thought back on what got him to walk side by side with his...best friend, as they were reaching Larxene's room. He was what he would call surprised when Axel showed up, holding the prepared cake in front of his blue eyes, a smirk etched on his face. It was there he suggested, seemingly confident, though as a Nobody, they couldn't feel as such, that he should witness the meeting and the delivery.

In truth, he didn't predict that Axel would have taken the whole bet seriously. Or even going through with it. And, the cake looking like...it can be good. Axel even made a final touch by having her name handwritten with red, gel icing very neatly, along with the words, "a cake just for you", that he dubbed to be a "professional finality". Roxas didn't think Larxene will be too fond of the pink, but she also didn't feel as a picky woman to care much about frosting, and he did deem the letters kind of dainty, almost sounding quite romantically cute in his view, if he didn't know better. That was the point of Axel's joke, from what he was told by him. His friend also didn't go out of his way to clean himself up, so he, while a bit faded after a while, was flour clad from head to toe still, and there was even spots of the cake mix around him. Not presentable, but again, Larxene felt as the girl who couldn't care for something so trivial. He had only ran into her himself just few a times, and it wasn't meetings that would truly get him to know her better, other than making a first impression to being highly haughty, and a bit overbearing. Yet, that was the worst of the matter, because otherwise, she didn't seem so bad. To him, at best. And it told a lot when he was the number below her.

He stopped as his friend's footsteps halted, and he looked up to see that they were at her door. It was there that Axel gave him a gesture that he should go to the corner to hide as planned, since it wouldn't do good for Larxene to spot him. As he watched the kid give him a nod with a grin on his face, and quickly take his residence at the left turn to be unseen, and far off enough for his presence not to be known, the redhead focused back on the task at hand. It took awhile for him to do anything, as he just stared at the surface of the door, doubts sprouting on whether this was actually a great idea. He could scarcely see himself ever hesitating, yet, here he was, doing so. It was for logical reason that he wouldn't be too sure, as the whole thing seemed pretty ridiculous to do. The last thing he wanted was to face Larxene's teases about this, and make it unbearable for the few days after. What got him to finally knock was the thought of Roxas as the onlooker, and he slid the cake on his back as he stood there until she came to open the door for him. That was another thing. Him going to her private quarter was rare.

It didn't take long, as her blonde head revealed itself in the entry, pulling the door when she spotted him there, her eyebrows together in what was confusion immediately, especially at his floured up appearance. There was a moment where they remained silent, and just explored the other intently as if waiting for one to move, until Larxene got distracted, aware that there was a certain person missing. When he saw that she was turning her glance to the side in the hall where Roxas would be cozily covered, he exposed the handmade cake he had worked on close to her face, seeing as that was the right time to divert her concentration on him.

And thus, began the awkwardness.

He didn't say or do anything as her aquatic eyes traced the pink product, a bit enthralled at the shimmers that crossed over them and her expression, ranging from being quite lost, to then shocked, and back to puzzlement, before it ended with her staring down the cake suspiciously. Axel never really took in much about people's words of her being a woman of strong emotions, even as a Nobody, until now, and somehow, he wished he could do what she just did. Could he? He thought so. She made it possible, and she was a Nobody like him. Either way, the mood got thick and soundless as the clock ticked on, Larxene not speaking a word as her thoughts processed, putting their earlier run in and what this meant in realization.

"What is this?" she asked in a rigid tone at long last, the one breaking the noiseless ambiance that surrounded them both, yet sounding as if this was some kind of sick joke.

"Read the words, darling."

She gave him a nasty glance, not amused. "I read what it said, darling. Why?"

He didn't get why would this get her in such a attitude, but he just shrugged indifferently. "There's no reason 'why', really, just that I made it for you."

She scoffed in disbelief. "It's probably poisoned."

"Now, I don't work that way," he corrected idly as a fox-like smirk reentered his face, still holding out the cake for her, despite that his arms were protesting.

"Axel. You've got to be kidding if you expect me to accept that you worked all that time in that kitchen, slaved over, and put all this trouble for making a cake for me from the goodness of your little Heart," she sniped arrogantly, short and with the last word coming out bitterly, and so laughable, that there was a short-lived paused. Short-lived because it didn't take long for her to continue. "I know you were here with Roxas."

This didn't faze him, even when a sound of a slight gasp came from the corner, Roxas apparently overhearing, and giving himself away even more. Inwardly twitching at the lack of tact in part of his best friend, he responded to Larxene unconcerned. "And I was. And he is hiding just over there." It was pointless to keep playing ignorance when she knew. "And rightly because it was his idea, and I made it happen with some slight force. You don't have to take it or eat it, but acknowledge the fact that I worked for it."

"I don't have to acknowledge anything you do if I don't want to," Larxene snapped, her body stiff as her eyes ignited, impaling them into slits at him without holding back that she wasn't really "content" at this turn out. There was another round minutes of silence, something that was becoming constant with the two, before she simply snatched the cake that was in the plate roughly into her own hands, and opening the door more ajar as a sign to come inside.

Axel followed without much thought, despite questioning the sudden invitation, and shut the door behind him, the whole Roxas "spying" on them going down the drain, and for a moment, he swore he heard a huffed shout of "Hey!". He just shrugged apathetically, knowing the male blond will hear everything from him sooner or later.

With or without ever being in Larxene's room, it wasn't contrasting compared to his, if at all; the same pale color with the same gray markings striking across the walls, floors, and ceiling, and everything, even the tables, or side tables, and desks, the exact, empty, shade. Boring, just like the very castle. The bed was no exception, minus that the headboard had the Nobody symbol engraved in black, and so he took his vision to Larxene, who placed the cake on a desk in the far corner, that, coincidentally, had two chairs prepared. It appeared they were communicating silently as well on top of their reactions just a few seconds ago, as she had comfortably sat down in one, and without permission, as he didn't need one, he stepped up, and he seated himself as well. The ache that overcame him, and the relief of his body inactive and laying on anything, told that he was yet to heal from the trials he had gone through to make a cake.

As his eyes traced her, none of them said anything once more, for what was the, fourth or fifth time? He didn't know. All she did was lick her rose colored lips, and went into a pensive phase where she just shifted her gaze from him to the cake, her face bored, and yet, skeptical. After a moment of arriving at a resolve, she reached out her hand to pick up the knife that he had placed on top of napkins to cut the cake up when the time came, and he kept his attention on how she leisurely began slicing a piece elegantly...and he wasn't sure where this was going.

"How nice. Didn't bother to bring a extra plate."

"I was built with two hands, so I apologize if it seems very low for your standards," was what he merely responded with sardonically, knowing that with Roxas, he could've brought extra plates with him. He just didn't feel like mentioning it, and begin a argument that didn't need to begin.

"Since when was a remark suppose to reflect that I have high standards?" Larxene asked with a sort of deadly sugary venom that was hard to miss as she cut another slice of cake with a more hardened manner, gracefulness lost, and it seemed Axel hit a nerve that he never intended to when she hissed, "I know everything about low standards, Axel. You have no damn idea."

He wisely didn't comment on that, and she took it upon herself to motion him to take one of the two slices, in which he just stared at her with a stern countenance. "I told you it's not poisoned."

"Did I say it was?"

"It was surely hinted at. Oh no, no, you outright stated it."

"Well, I'm not going to eat this alone, is all," Larxene said as she took off her black gloves, making the purpose clear, as she wasn't going to eat this alone. If she was going to taste this, so will he, if he hadn't already. With any common sense he should have done so, considering that it would be a grave mistake that he didn't check how exactly the flavor came out as.

Meanwhile, Axel didn't know why she was buying time, or making what would be a simple second action be so difficult, especially as he wanted for her to try the baked good to see the aftermath, and end it all. To admit, he was anticipating what she will think, considering he did more labor than he was truly ever suppose to. Not that he was asked or it was needed for the cake to be perfect, but...maybe it was him heading to prove himself. Yet, then to who? To her? That he can have some cooking or baking skills at his disposable? It wasn't even much of importance to Nobodies. And the reasons he had given himself before, which he perceived to be logical, were starting to be torn down, more so because he really didn't know how the cake was going to be, and whether she will praise his new knowledge of baking or reject it. Letting out of breath, he was physically stressed, and this was too much trouble, and a meaningless one, to be confused over, or even to question anything that wouldn't really affect him in the long run. This was a cake. This was Larxene. And he was waiting for her to put the said cake in her mouth.

What a pain this is...

This was all Roxas's fault.

"Here."

Getting reeled back out of his tangled mind, he found Larxene offering the second slice that he didn't get as was asked of him, while the other was in her left hand. And she wasn't even gazing at him in all, but at the creation, almost as if this was about explode with a hidden time bomb that he had put in there to blow her head off. That was quite the image. She raised her eyes up to give him a "look".

He sent her a blank stare at what was going through her head now about the gift he brought her, or whatever it was to be called. Nonetheless, he took off his gloves as well, knowing that him not eating the piece would only delay this more. "What?"

"Vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry..." she recited mockingly in such a forced wonder as she turned the slice, and Axel rolled his eyes to the side slightly. "Looks okay in the outside. What kind of mix...?"

"It was done on a whim. Besides, I doubt I may be the only one who has done this type of combination," Axel refuted, his lips setting into a thin line, though he, finally, took the slice of cake that was held for him the same way he had held out the full cake to her by the door. Their hands touched, fingers brushing slightly together, and he blinked as he didn't move. It wasn't that he felt anything, contrary to what it was usually pictured as. It was that, with the friction, it reminded him that it had been a long while since he had freely stroke anyone's skin but his own without the gloves getting in the way. It was sort of unnatural and bizarre to him, and that Larxene actually had smooth, almost silky hands that appeared as if they had never seen the light of combat, which was guile and ironic to every sense. Then again, everything about Larxene's appearance was ironic, now that he thought about it. If he didn't know her or met her personally, he wouldn't think her the savage and merciless person she can become with big, wide, blue eyes, and a overall outward innocence.

If she knew how to use this advantage, she could fool anyone.

When he noticed that she was raising a inquiring, bemused eyebrow at him because of his hand still on hers far longer than need be, with something else he couldn't read flashing across her face, he quickly grabbed the slice and took it, breaking that small connection that he didn't mean to commit, and he scrunched his own eyebrows together in displeasure when the frosting was spreading over his palm as he held unto it. Larxene had double the problem, but all she did was lick them off, seemingly enjoying the strawberry tang. One positive point? "Good?"

"The icing? Yeah, I like strawberry," Larxene mumbled dismissively.

Definitely one point. Now all she needed to say was that she liked chocolate and vanilla, and he might slide through this, and show-off to Roxas the astounding upshot, since the kid was doubting him.

"Ready?"

Axel looked at her to see that she was holding his cuisine close to her mouth, biding from nibbling it until he did the same. He took her lead, not seeing the point of making it a hassle, and when they both positioned their respective share of the treat, they locked each other in skeptical gazes, as if to predict the other's motion like children who were watchful if they will really eat it or not, the old trick. He would've thought it funny, really. But they still had that unknown, silent communication, and they did not shift their eyes when both ended up taking a bite out of the cake, taking in the two layers, and chewing it warily.

Then, they stopped, especially when Larxene felt something crunch under her teeth that felt suspiciously like a egg shell...and it was proven when she tasted some sort of dried egg yolk, and some other extras that she didn't think were supposed to be in a cake. The vanilla, or what was dubbed to be the vanilla layer, was pasty and tasteless, and she felt like she was biting on taffy, and the "chocolate' wasn't what she would really call chocolate. It was...spicy? Her stomach churned in protest, or what she believed it was, and the whole thing together made her feel quite sick. Axel was experiencing the same thing as he slowed down his munching, a unpleasant and tight expression appearing as he tried to keep it inside his mouth. It was another one of those pauses as their distorted faces eyed one another...

It didn't take long before both grabbed napkins from the plate, and took whatever the hell they were eating out of their mouths in gags, wrapping it and enclosing it in the paper, and trying to get the aftertaste off their tongues, coughing. Larxene shot her hand straight to the halfway done water bottle in her desk, something that Axel didn't spot before due to focusing on the cake too much. He frowned, wanting some, to get that...horrible savor out of his system. As she chugged down the liquid enough to compose herself, letting out a refreshing sigh, he reached for it, only to have it pulled away from him, her eyes flaring accusingly. "That WAS poison!"

"It wasn't! It was...well, I...it was just..." he fumbled as he tried to unsuccessfully explain himself unceremoniously, not knowing what went wrong when he was making the thing. This wasn't what he was hoping for...

It was then he heard laughing...her laughing, her out of this world laughing as she found the whole scenario hilarious, and was chuckling and giggling to her delight. It wasn't exactly like times before, when she was doing so to grate someone's patience with her, but she was genuinely laughing, muttering things about his hard work, how tired he was over this, only for it to end awful and pointless. But she was always able to laugh, and what shocked him, and he will use the term loosely, was that he found himself laughing as well for some inane reason, something harboring in his chest that he wasn't suppose to have. Even if it was faint and weak, and not real, he was making fun of his misfortune too, finding it absurd, especially with his actions that occurred from buying the ingredients to this point in time.

"That was terrible!" she breathed, trying to gain back some control. "Great job."

Axel snickered. "It wasn't as worse as the fried eggs though."

The whole thing befuddled him so much that he covered his mouth, halting the mirth that was coming out of him immediately. It wasn't that he hadn't done it before, but it was becoming real, for lack of a better word, to him lately as he kept hanging out with Roxas. Yet, the laughing hadn't reached to this degree, and he would've thought this would happen when he was in the company of his best friend, not Larxene; that was what perhaps perturbed him the most. It was also quite amazing how he didn't portray anything revolving negativity at his utter failure either. Maybe it was easier for him to take that way...

She seemed to stop her field day when the air got stagnant, and she shook her head, a fake sympathetic smile on her face. "What...what...I mean, spice, Axel?"

He raised his hands in uncaring defeat. "I thought it was cocoa powder. Give me a break."

Larxene placed a finger on her chin. "I think the only good thing that came out of this was the strawberry icing."

"And that's because I thankfully bought it."

At the comment, Larxene took the moment to study him rather keenly as the room swiveled into a different environment, thinking that he was taking this, with her taunting and joining in on it, rather well, considering he did appear overworked. "And you don't care at all and aren't disappointed?"

He just shrugged, a notion he was doing more than usual. "It's not like I can care or be disappointed, right?"

"I guess. But you did laugh..."

The mood slithered into silence, this time, a bit uncomfortable, but it couldn't sway Axel anymore after the multiple mutes that had covered them in the half hour, or what he guessed it to be. And there really wasn't anything else to say on the matter at hand. He wasn't going to deny laughing, and it was a act that couldn't be explained anyway, so it should be left alone. The cake didn't came out right, and that was acceptable, as, while he was quite convinced that he did more of a good job, he didn't think it was ever really going to be perfection, which was what he was aiming for. Close to it would've been fine. Or in even in the far middle. However, he did have enough of this stillness with them halting their conversations this way, and for once, he was the one to break it, admitting, "It was nasty..."

"But I admit, I liked it."

He gave her a flat stare.

Really, who was she fooling?

She took it in stride, as if knowing the reaction that would come when she recited this out loud to him. She was technically quite truthful in her compliment. He couldn't care or be disappointed after all, so she shouldn't opt to make him feel better by lying, correct? "It was the worst thing I tasted, don't get me wrong..." Since being blunt was a part of who she is, it didn't impact Axel from giving her that aura of not believing anything that was coming out of her mouth. "I never say this, and I can get why you're looking at me that way, but I liked it."

He snorted. "What? It's the thought that counts?"

She tilted her head, a devious smirk forming, saying charmingly, "Well, no. But, what else would you expect when someone makes a cake just for me?"

Another typical sense of quietude went between them when he calculated her as she redesigned the quote etched on top of the frosting back to him, searching for any hints to decipher if she was truthfully up to something, or if this was just one of her games that she was known for to quench the amusement that wasn't suppose to exist. But, all she had was that smirk, a well-knowing one, and he couldn't spot any traces of anything amiss, so he just concluded to let her say what she needed to, if she wasn't done. This didn't sound like her...but it wasn't like he truly knew her at all when it came down to it.

"It was a horrible cake," she recapped smoothly, as if it was fact, which it was, taking a swipe of the strawberry coat with her index finger, and sweeping it into her mouth when she handed him the bottle of water, her quivering eyes deeply and sternly rapt into his own, no sign of dishonesty and deceit. And something within it made him feel like it was alright. Even just a little. "But it's the best cake I've ever had."

He took it as her odd way of saying thank you.


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Well, you already knew that I loved it, but here were some of my favorite parts:

Axel never really took in much about people's words of her being a woman of strong emotions, even as a Nobody, until now, and somehow, he wished he could do what she just did.

I like how you incorporated that comment from Demyx in "Last Minutes to Castle Oblivion"!

"Read the words, darling."

She gave him a nasty glance, not amused. "I read what it said, darling. Why?"

That is classic Larxel.

Axel followed without much thought, despite questioning the sudden invitation, and shut the door behind him, the whole Roxas "spying" on them going down the drain, and for a moment, he swore he heard a huffed shout of "Hey!". He just shrugged apathetically, knowing the male blond will hear everything from him sooner or later.

LOL @ Roxas getting shut out. The whole bet scenario was funny, especially with Axel inwardly blaming his friend every time something got too difficult or too awkward with Larxene. Plus, it sounds like something they would do.
 

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Wow, that story was really great!!! I like the Larxel pairing; they seem so cute together. I especially liked their reaction to tasting the cake; that was funny. Great job on the story.

Awww, thanks =3. I think they are a cute and awesome couple as well. It's like entertainment and snark all in one.






Well, you already knew that I loved it, but here were some of my favorite parts:

8D

I like how you incorporated that comment from Demyx in "Last Minutes to Castle Oblivion"!

You know I love the way they described her like that xD, and Marluxia went ahead to say it too, just not out loud. Which makes me think that is a obvious trait for her.

That is classic Larxel.

*sigh* What would've been...

LOL @ Roxas getting shut out. The whole bet scenario was funny, especially with Axel inwardly blaming his friend every time something got too difficult or too awkward with Larxene. Plus, it sounds like something they would do.

Yes, that is why Roxas was needed, and the friendship was just too much not to put in there somewhere. It's the dream of, both Axel's love interest and best friend in the same story ^^;.

Thanks again.
 

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That is a really cute fanfic. I just love great humor -- you must write more Axene/Larxel 'fics. <333
 

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I. Love. Larxel.
And I love this fanfic, the whole idea of it is just adorable. <3
I can imagine Axel in the kitchen, all covered in flour... Heh heh, I chuckled at it. C: Axel is so awesome~

Thanks for the good reading experience! I'm really waiting for more fics from you.
 
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