Oh Organization humour!
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Title: But I'm Number Four!
Word Count: 515
Characters: Vexen, Marluxia, Axel, Larxene and Zexion
Notes: I like how the members of the Organization bicker about who has been there the longest and use it as a lever against someone else. So combine that with flying a gummi ship in space and you get... this. (God, I think I'm turning into a Vexen fangirl -_-;;)
"But I'm number four!" Vexen whined loudly, making the last word sound almost like a mournful howl. He gripped the steering wheel of the Organization's gummi ship and waited for an answer. "I'm number four and I should be in charge!" After all, he was the only one who actually knew how to fly the gummi ship. Well, not the only one... but no one was going to trust Axel since the last incident. But he was the one who was registered to fly one, technically speaking.
"Well I have the map," came the smug reply. Sitting in the passenger seat, gloating over his rise in power, with his feet up on the dashboard and loudly slurping his coffee, Marluxia made it a point to get on Vexen's nerves. It really was too easy, but he couldn't pass up the opportunity. He looked over the star chart that pointed out safe venues of travel between the worlds.
Vexen gripped the wheel tightly. "Put your feet on the floor where they belong! I don't want to clean up the mess you-"
"Zexion won't keep to his side of the seat! Marluxia, tell him he's not allowed! We made rules about this!" Larxene's piercing voice grated on everyone's nerves. Vexen turned around quickly and shot a look of pure venom at the two, sitting in the way back of the gummi ship.
"Shut up, both of you!" Larxene looked shocked at having been spoken to in that manner, while Zexion grudgingly move back to his side.
"Vexen, shouldn't you be watching the-" Marluxia was pointing worryingly at the star scape outside, which was beginning to shoot by faster than it normally did. He also noticed that Vexen, when angry, pressed his foot down on the gas pedal. And how the ship was driving right into the middle of an asteroid field.
"Shut up! Everyone shut up! I want to tell every single one of you idiots that I am tired of your nit-picking, your whining and the attempts to glamour up this ship!" Vexen pointed at Axel for emphasis. "Especially you! How you always insist on putting those fuzzy dice up on the rear-view mirror which blocks my view of-"
"There's nothing wrong with fuzzy dice!"
"I say there is a problem!"
Axel's yell snapped Vexen back to the present and caused him to look ahead. Marluxia screamed out "ASTEROID! PULL UP!!! UPUPUPUPUPUP!" as he buckled up his seat belt. Vexen pulled back on the wheel as the giant rock loomed up in front of them, sending the ship shooting ninety degrees upwards... and anyone who wasn't wearing a seat belt tumbling backwards. It took a few moments for Vexen to righten the ship and after that, no one dared to speak. Even Larxene.
Except for Vexen, who continued on with his original complaint. "But I'm number four."
"Well I have the map." It was a good thing Marluxia didn't see Vexen's eye twitch, or notice how his knuckles cracked as his fingers tightened on the wheel. It was also a blessing that no one could read Vexen's thoughts.
Now where can I find another asteroid?
Title: But I'm Number Four!
Word Count: 515
Characters: Vexen, Marluxia, Axel, Larxene and Zexion
Notes: I like how the members of the Organization bicker about who has been there the longest and use it as a lever against someone else. So combine that with flying a gummi ship in space and you get... this. (God, I think I'm turning into a Vexen fangirl -_-;;)
"But I'm number four!" Vexen whined loudly, making the last word sound almost like a mournful howl. He gripped the steering wheel of the Organization's gummi ship and waited for an answer. "I'm number four and I should be in charge!" After all, he was the only one who actually knew how to fly the gummi ship. Well, not the only one... but no one was going to trust Axel since the last incident. But he was the one who was registered to fly one, technically speaking.
"Well I have the map," came the smug reply. Sitting in the passenger seat, gloating over his rise in power, with his feet up on the dashboard and loudly slurping his coffee, Marluxia made it a point to get on Vexen's nerves. It really was too easy, but he couldn't pass up the opportunity. He looked over the star chart that pointed out safe venues of travel between the worlds.
Vexen gripped the wheel tightly. "Put your feet on the floor where they belong! I don't want to clean up the mess you-"
"Zexion won't keep to his side of the seat! Marluxia, tell him he's not allowed! We made rules about this!" Larxene's piercing voice grated on everyone's nerves. Vexen turned around quickly and shot a look of pure venom at the two, sitting in the way back of the gummi ship.
"Shut up, both of you!" Larxene looked shocked at having been spoken to in that manner, while Zexion grudgingly move back to his side.
"Vexen, shouldn't you be watching the-" Marluxia was pointing worryingly at the star scape outside, which was beginning to shoot by faster than it normally did. He also noticed that Vexen, when angry, pressed his foot down on the gas pedal. And how the ship was driving right into the middle of an asteroid field.
"Shut up! Everyone shut up! I want to tell every single one of you idiots that I am tired of your nit-picking, your whining and the attempts to glamour up this ship!" Vexen pointed at Axel for emphasis. "Especially you! How you always insist on putting those fuzzy dice up on the rear-view mirror which blocks my view of-"
"There's nothing wrong with fuzzy dice!"
"I say there is a problem!"
Axel's yell snapped Vexen back to the present and caused him to look ahead. Marluxia screamed out "ASTEROID! PULL UP!!! UPUPUPUPUPUP!" as he buckled up his seat belt. Vexen pulled back on the wheel as the giant rock loomed up in front of them, sending the ship shooting ninety degrees upwards... and anyone who wasn't wearing a seat belt tumbling backwards. It took a few moments for Vexen to righten the ship and after that, no one dared to speak. Even Larxene.
Except for Vexen, who continued on with his original complaint. "But I'm number four."
"Well I have the map." It was a good thing Marluxia didn't see Vexen's eye twitch, or notice how his knuckles cracked as his fingers tightened on the wheel. It was also a blessing that no one could read Vexen's thoughts.
Now where can I find another asteroid?
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Date: 2006-01-06 04:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-06 07:07 pm (UTC)This was a much needed laugh. Thank you.
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Date: 2006-01-09 07:37 am (UTC)