[.First day..and trouble already.] (Xemnas/Open!)

[Larxene]

Great. Just freaking GREAT! The first day...and the Nobody known as Larxene was already in trouble for throwing the uniform away. There was no way in all the Hells on earth she'd EVER wear that tacky thing, preferring to wear her comfortable Organization cloak instead. Rolling her eyes in irritance, she slammed open the door to the Principal's office, her nature haughty. She'd definately show this pansy who he was messing with. Of course, Larxene had NO idea who the principal was, or she would have come in differently. She sat down, looking around the office.

"What a bore" She said under her breath. Her eyes narrowed a little more. She fidgeted with the leather black gloves on her hands. She crossed one leg over another, and crossed her hands over her chest. "Tch...I wonder who the Principal is..probably some weakling" She said out loud thoughtfully.

[s]

Things had settled down since the Organization.

Reuniting with Xemnas was the easy part. That had been accomplished in gestures as simple as orange eyes meeting yellow, a subtle bow from Saïx, and Xemnas's nod of acknowledgment. But they had both known that Saïx's first act would be to find and defer to the man he still considered his Superior.

Accepting defeat had been the hard part. The way Xemnas's eyes blazed when he talked about Sora meant that he had no intention of letting this matter lie, but Saïx was frustrated enough with the very idea of sitting still in a school. Walking the halls every day. Putting up with snot-nosed students, each one completely unaware of the blessing that was the heart beating in their chest. Knowing all the while that they had been. So. Close.

Nonetheless, Saïx accepted his new role as the school disciplinarian with grace and gratitude, and set about unleashing his cold manner and occasional cruelties on the unruliest.

So it wasn't with much surprise that when he entered the office, after hearing that a student with a strikingly familiar description was in dire need of his guidance, he recognized Larxene's brazen voice. "I can assure you that isn't the case, Number Twelve," he said impassively, letting the door fall closed behind him. "Unless you have somehow fallen under the grievously mistaken impression that your former Superior is 'some weakling.'"

[Larxene]

The subtle growl of a male's voice made Larxene glance up from her leather-gloved hands. Blue gaze narrowed "..Do you mean to tell me..Saix that Xemnas is the principal?" She stood, to look at the seventh member of the organization "..Those uniforms are disgustingly tacky..I won't wear them whether the Superior agrees or not..ugh..I prefer to wear my coat thank you" She wrinkled her nose "I threw that offending outfit AWAY.." Blue eyes narrowed at Saix, as if challenging him to snap/growl, whatever at her. "And, if Xemnas thinks I'll concede to wear it, he's definately wrong" Okay, she was rambling a bit, but that outfit did nothing for Larxene.

[s]

One blue eyebrow went up. "Is there another Superior of Organization XIII that Xemnas has yet to inform us of?" he asked with iron in his tone. It hadn't been long enough for Number Twelve, oblivious as she was, to forget the way the Organization worked.

She went on to bitch about the uniform, and Saïx resisted the urge to roll his eyes with difficulty. Larxene was, of course, just as petty and self-centered as ever--probably the most annoying false emotions had come from her, driving Vexen stomping to his lab or Zexion to seethe in the library or even Axel to throw up his hands and never failing to leave a sour taste in Saïx's mouth. That she was upset over something as trivial as the school uniform was no surprise.

"Xemnas does think you will concede to wear it, as not doing so will result in disciplinary measures culminating in expulsion from the institution," he explained coldly. "You are not obligated to wear it in the city, but while on campus students are expected to maintain a level of decorum. If this is too much to ask of you, perhaps you should consider other means of forwarding your education." He moved behind the desk, resting his fingertips on the wood and shooting her a more direct look. "Our current stations aside, Number Twelve, if you will not act your age it would at least benefit you to act your former rank."

[Larxene]

"Seriously Saix..Xemnas's taste is awfully tacky, I mean come ON! those skirts are far too short, I don't like showing off my legs, I'll look ridiculous wearing it!" Larxene protested, she was quite tall, and rather protective over her virginity. In her mind, those short skirts were just asking for trouble. "If the skirts were a bit longer, I wouldn't mind wearing it, despite the ugly coloring" She added after a moment of thought. She glanced at the blue-haired male across from her, her blue gaze slightly narrowed, she was slightly irritated, but obviously willing to negotiate. If it worked that is.

(Sorry about short post ^^;; )

[s]

Saïx pinched the bridge of his nose to stem a migraine. Oh how he hadn't missed this in the least. He found himself thinking fondly of sitting back at the Castle That Never Was and hearing Axel bang in through the front doors with the news that everyone at Castle Oblivion was unfortunately a traitor and had all crumpled to Sora in one way or another.

"Larxene. You have clearly regressed to some previous stage of existence during which fashion actually mattered to you, and I am beginning to wonder if perhaps you have regained your heart. I really shouldn't have to tell you this but the school uniform is not Xemnas's doing, it is a design passed down from the previous headmaster and given that you are not horribly deformed, forgoing it is not an option." He shot her an arch look. "However, if you are determined to make an issue of this, then I suggest you wear the winter uniform. The skirt is longer on that design." He gave her an expression that implied intense boredom with the entire subject. "Will that be all?"