Bleeding Nymph

Larxene watched as droplets off water slid down her body. Her body…she wasn't very kind to it, and it was all she had left. In fact that's all she was, a body animated by a soul, with out a heart. She glanced at her arm, feeling the slight sting of the heated shower water pouring over the fresh gashes in her arm. She glared at the drops of blood that mingled with the water, running off her arm and down the shower drain. She had to wonder where it all drained out.

Slowly she stepped from the shower, drying and sliding back into her clothes. She threw the regulation Organization XIII coat on and walked out of her bathroom. She was very lucky she had a bathroom all to herself, just because she was a girl. She also had a room all to herself, which was heavenly. It was all just because she was female but she didn't mind it when sexism fell in her favor. She knew some of the boys had to share rooms and the only other ones that had private bathrooms were numbers One, Two, and Nine. One and Two because they were the two highest in command and number nine because he was the hydro that provided water for the castle

She pulled the sleeve down over her arm carefully to conceal it. She had been so irritated with herself she had done it purely out of blind rage. She intended not to make a habit of it, but she still didn't want anyone to see the cuts. They might think she was nuts and kick her out of the organization, and she had only been here a few days. In fact she still hadn't met everyone. She had met the superior, number one, and numbers 2 and 8, who had introduced themselves as Xigbar and Axel. She took an immediate dislike of the spiky red haired man. He'd been so cocky and conceited she could barely stand the sight of him…

…speak of the devil. She had walked out of the bathroom and into her room, completely unaware that he had been watching her as she made her way over to her bed and sat down mumbling to herself. She hadn't noticed him until he walked up to her in fact, because she was so spaced out. She glared up at him savagely; after all wasn't that what the superior had named her? The Savage Nymph, it had a nice ring to it.

"What are you doing in here? This is my room number eight" she snapped. She didn't bother to call him by name even though she knew it. She wanted him to know she disliked him.

"Nothing, I just wanted to drop in and see how are newest member was getting along. You've spent all your time in your room, no ones gotten a chance to meet you Larxene" he said, using her name in direct contrast to her comments. Everything he did he did to annoy her, she was beginning to realize this.

((Authors note: I know it's a short beginning but keep in mind that's all it is, a beginning. I'll make it up by writing a MUCH longer second chapter to this one. The thought of doing a Larxene fic has been long in my mind. I hope it turned out better than I think it did.))