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Elphie and Luxord [ complete ]

Who // Elphie and Luxord
Where // Chapel
When // During the ball
Summary // She rescues him, a lot of apologizing, and some cute stuff in there.
Rating // Most likely PG

Elphie was finishing doing her hair for the ball. Her gown fit nicely and didn't make her look frumpy. She actually looked quite dazzling this evening. Who knew the girl who loathed social gatherings and dazzling clothes would look so stunning?

She she stared at herself in the mirror for a moment and wondered where Ritsuka was. She sat down at her desk and logged on her computer, checking to see if Ritsuka has made a post or something. Perhaps the boy has fallen ill. She partially hoped this wasn't the case. She found herself actually looking forward to the ball.

As she waited for her computer to load, she stared off, wishing that he could be on her arm. She was a bit miffed that no one had said anything about Celine and Xigbar, but who was she to point fingers. She hoped Celine was happy. If she couldn't be, Celine may as well.

The screen loaded and she glanced at it. Luxord? Alive? In the chapel? She was just there yesterday with Ritsuka and she hadn't seen any signs of him. After a few messages to each other, she hurried out her room and toward the chapel.

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Luxord was so disorientated didn’t know what day it was, what time, what month even; he’d barely had enough willpower to post on his journal before slumping against the wall of the chapel again. His ankle was throbbing something horrible, the pain almost unbearable. He gritted his teeth, though, the thought of Elphie coming to help him the only thing keeping him from passing out.

And possibly dying a fourth time, he suspects.

There wasn’t much he could do except wait for her, though he tried to tidy up his appearance a little – his coat was almost ripped to shreds, some of the wounds he had sustained from his 'murder' showing through, and he didn’t want to worry her more than he already had. Not if he could avoid it.

Elphie pushed the doors open to the chapel. She looked around for him, any sign of him. "Luxord!" she called, going up and down each pew. She was amazed that the candles were all still lit from the other evening. Maybe there was a reason to believe is something.

Maybe.

She glanced at the statue. It still held her hat in its palm. She went up to it and reached out, however something white in the corner of her eye startled her. She turned and seen Luxord, in shambles, laying against the wall.

"Luxord!" she cried, kneeling beside him. She was almost afraid to touch him. He looked so broken, so battered... So... dead.

It hurt to breathe, to speak, but as soon as he saw Elphie his pain was temporarily forgotten. "I'm sorry you have to see me like this..." he whispered, not trusting his voice all that much. He couldn't put into words how glad he was to see her, especially after what had happened.

Luxord just hoped that he didn't look too terrible; she was probably the only person, save Xemnas and Sora, to have seen him at his worst, and it was a bit of a worry.

Her heart broke. He was apologizing to her, for no reason at all. She touched his lips softly with her fingertips. "No... Don't be. What can I do? Please, let me do something." she gazed down at him, almost pleading.

Despite himself, he couldn't help but smile sheepishly. "I didn't mean for this to happen... last thing I expected, honestly. So you deserve an apology - I didn't... worry you, did I?"

He was silent for a bit, thinking before replying, "Well... I'd appreciate some help getting up?" Luxord didn't trust his ankle, but he had to get up some time.

She wanted to nudge him and say she was worried sick, but thought better of it. "I was very worried..." she said quietly.

She nodded, standing up and bending over to help him up. "What happened?" she couldn't help but ask. Helping him stand, she wrapped his arm around her neck.

"Think you can make it to your room? Or do you want to sit here?" she nodded to a pew bathed in rainbow moonlight. The stained glass made the room look even older than it may have been.

His vision blacked out momentarily, and Luxord hissed softly as a wave of pain ran through him. "I apologise for worrying you..." he murmured, feeling bad. The last thing he had wanted was for anyone to worry about him; he was replaceable, after all.

Gingerly, he got up as best he could, putting as little pain on his injured ankle as possible. Yep, definitely broken. The question came as a surprise, but she deserved to know the truth, gruesome as it was. "I think... someone murdered me," he said in a voice so quiet she might not have heard him. It wasn't something he was proud of; letting someone catch him unawares like that.

"I can probably make it to my room... either way, I don't mind, but I'd prefer wherever we go to not be here..." All it would do was remind him of his stupid mistake, of his third death, and he didn't particularly want that. It was then that he noticed her attire, and he gave her a small smile. "Planning to go to the ball, were you? You look... stunning."

She felt herself blush at the comment. "I owed Ritsuka a favor. He... he helped me look for you." She shrugged, as if it weren't a big deal. "Stop apologizing, or I'll leave you here to die a fourth time." she scolded.

"Put as much weight on me as you can... We can make it to either room. Though I think mine may be closer," she said, almost immediately biting her tongue.

"Murder you? Why?" her mind raced. She did tell Lucien that the Organization was open game, should the harm her. But... She specifically told him not to hurt Luxord. Who would want to harm him?

"Do you know who it was?" she asked, as they slowly hobbled out the chapel.

"I'm important enough to be looked for? Wow, that's news to me," he joked, wincing again as he accidently put too much weight on his broken ankle. "Remind me to thank him, when I next see him, he said thoughtfully, but scowled at the next comment. "I don't want to die again, if I can help it; it's far too painful."

Luxord didn't really want to do as she said; he was heavier than her, after all, so he cheated and only did so a little. "Alright. At this point in time, I don't mind... I just wanna sleep."

He didn't know the answer either. "Revenge for something, perhaps? To prove a point? I don't know who it was that... murdered me; if I knew, I'd hardly be wasting time getting better," he joked weakly, clinging precariously to her as he nearly lost his balance.

Catching his stumble, they made their way to the mansion itself. Going through the large doors, she thought hard on what he said.

"I wouldn't let you die again, if I could help it." she said somberly. "You're more important than you give yourself credit for Luxord."

She bit her lip and looked up the stairs. "Can you make it up them?" she looked over at him, he looked exhausted. "My broom would be handy right now if I had it..." she mumbled, not really giving him much of a choice.

She thought a moment. She was supposed to be a witch. So, why couldn't she levitate him? Even if it were a few inches from the ground, that would help, right?

She held tight onto him, thinking over and over for him to float. Soon, he was an inch off the ground. Still holding him, she guided him up the steps.

He would have shrugged then, if he had the energy. Instead, he simply shook his head. "I'm replaceable. Nobodies aren't that rare, you know. But if it helps, the last thing I plan on doing is dying again. Too pain-intolerant."

The answer to her question, though he hadn't really had the chance to answer, would be a definite 'no'; judging by the pain all over his body it was entirely likely something else was broken. Obviously his murderer had thought it kind to kick him while he was down, or just mercilessly beat him to a pulp. He couldn't remember the details.

Luxord was still latched on to her arm, used to traveling in darkness but not only an inch off the ground. For such a small distance, it was comically unnerving to him. "I... apologise for being such a nuisance."

She was becoming tired of his constant apologies and belittlement. "Stop." she demanded.

She sighed and led him toward her room. Once there, she kicked the door open wide enough for him to go through. She held her tongue, biting it so she wouldn't scream at him. He plainly had enough abuse, perhaps for a lifetime.

"No. You lay down and... rest." she said, helping him into the bed.

He smiled wryly at her. "Yes, mommy," he joked, hoping she wouldn't hit him for it.

Ignoring the pain he felt doing so, Luxord removed the remains of his jacket - there was no point in keeping it any longer, at any rate. He wasn't sure where he was going to find another one, but it was the least of his worries.

"But sleeping's boring!" he tried not to whine, but still did as he was told. Sleep may be boring, but he could sure use it right now. "...what day is it?" he asked sleepily, snuggling down under the covers.

She couldn't help but smile when he whined. "You are no better than Liir..." she sighed.

"Its Saturday." She said, smoothing some blood caked hair from his face. "I wish I could help you bathe, you're filthy..." she said quietly.

Shaking her head, she stood and put her hands on her hips. "You'd better rest. It'll do you some good... dear."

She was happy to have him back. This was a given. However, what she feared happened. She found him... dead? She couldn't help but feel sad. "I'm sorry Luxord..." she said, turning away and picking up his jacket, trying to keep busy.

"Saturday...? I've been out that long?" That concerned him a little; when others in the mansion had died, they had returned straight away. Why hadn't he? Her touch soothed his frazzled nerves, though, and eventually he said, "Wasn't the promise that if you looked after me, I had to bathe myself?" It was a bad joke, and he knew it.

"I am resting!" he protested, though he knew all too well she wanted him to sleep. He stretched a little, ignoring his limb's protest at the strain.

"You have nothing to apologise for. I'm the one that was stupid enough to get murdered." It was supposed to be a joke, to help cheer her up, but even he felt miserable about it. Or would've, if he were able.

"Would you stop cracking jokes?!" she yelled. "This is serious! Someone wanted you dead dammit!" her voice wobbled, almost on the verge of breaking.

"I can't help but think it's my fault. My involvement with you has caused so much trauma! Like you said, Nobodies are replaceable." she collapsed on her knees, holding her head in her hands.

"I didn't think they'd actually do it..." she said, trying to calm herself. "Its my fault..."

Her yelling surprised him, and he shrank back a little, but the second part of her statement didn't. "I'm not Mr. Popular, in case you hadn't noticed. I'm part of an Organization that used to have more evil in it than words in the dictionary." Okay, a tad overdramatic there, but hopefully it would prove his point. "People have always wanted me dead. And three different people have succeeded with their wish."

Luxord wanted to get up and reassure her, that it wasn't her fault, but he was sure his limbs would protest. Instead, he propped himself up on his elbows, and watched her. "I highly doubt it's your fault, Elphie. Like I said, people have wanted me dead for years."

He smiled a little. "Everyone has to die sometime. I guess I just pissed off the wrong person."

She looked up at him. "You are by far less evil than some of the others. If it was for the sheer fact that you are a member of this Organization, why you? From what I've gathered, you are low on the ranks. If it was a hit against them, why not Xemnas? Or Xigbar? Why you? You piss someone off, it doesnt warrent death."

She turned her head. She couldn't stand to look at him like this. A mere fraction of the man she adored.

She sighed and stood up. Walking closer to him, she tried to smile. "I'm glad your back. No matter how unimportant you say you are."

"I doubt it was a move against the Organization. Otherwise, Xemnas would've been the first hit, for sure. Unless someone's proving a point to him, but I doubt they'd kill one of us. It'd be something far, far more drastic." he pondered. "But nevertheless, I've probably brought this upon myself. Pissing someone off does warrant death, at least, for the Organization it does. We know by experience." Luxord winced in pain again, curling up into a ball in a feeble attempt to stop it. He really would have to see about getting some of Xigbar's painkillers.

He was sick of arguing about his own death, so he decided to change the subject. "How are the others, anyway? Vexen? Saix? Celine? You and Saix haven't gotten into a fight yet, have you?"

Luxord smiled sleepily, pulling the bedcovers more tightly around himself. "I'm glad to be back, too. I've... missed you."

She tucked him in, sitting on the edge of the bed. Smoothing the covers around him she felt so warm, so... pleasant?

"Vexen seems to be getting along better. He's still in bad shape too, but..." she just thought. Maybe it was an attack on the Organization. Vexen first, and now Luxord... Who knew who'd be next?

She was about to voice this thought, but considering that he wanted to change the subject, she continued with the "report."

"Celine and I have become quite good friends, since you've been gone. She's one of the ones that are..." she was about to say "our side", but she wasn't even sure if he was on her side...

"Saix and I made a truce until you were found. Snide remarks and such here and there, but no onslaught of insults and all. Xemnas and I are even getting along, if you'd believe that."

She noticed him close his eyes while she spoke. "Sleep well love..." she murmured, kissing his forehead softly. Who knew she would have to take care of him eventually? She thought it was a mere joke between the two.

She decided that once he fell asleep, she would slip down to the kitchen and bring back some food and drink. He must be famished.

He was glad to hear about Vexen doing better. He knew -- or would know, soon enough -- all too well what the scientist was going through in trying to recover from his own death once again. "It will take him a while to heal without magic, but I'm confident that he'll be alright."

Luxord was rather surprised to hear that the pair of them had become friends in his absence, but he didn't voice the thought aloud. "One of the ones that are what?" he asked sleepily, wondering if the woman had got herself into some sort of trouble while he'd been... well, dead.

If he'd not been so tired, he would've laughed at the idea of Xemnas and Elphie getting along. The idea seemed so absurd to him, but perhaps that was partially due to his lack of sleep and food in the past few days. Being dead'll do that to a person. "I'm glad neither of you have killed each otehr yet," he said drowsily, a faint smirk on his face.

He was simply too exhausted to ask anymore questions about the welfare of his... friends, so he would no doubt check on them himself when he had some of his strength back. "Thank you..." was the last thing he whispered to her before he relaxed completely, and promptly fell asleep.

Luxord owed her one, that was for sure.

She smiled to herself and kissed him once again. "One of the ones that are... on our side..." she whispered.

She made sure he was tucked in tightly and sneaked out the room. She wondered what would be best for a man recovering his own death.

Either way, she let him sleep and would check on him again when she returned with food. She was determined to be at his side when he awoke.

[ooc; that about wraps it up?]

[ooc; okay. ♥ ~~next step - getting them back together properly! >D Hehe.~~]

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