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kh_drabbleTitle: Provoking the Beast
Word Count: 331
Warnings: Just one little swear. xD
Spoilers: I don't think so, unless you don't know who Saix and Demyx are.
Notes: First time posting here, yay!
I really need to write more. xD I love con-crit, so if anyone feels like giving me some that'd be great. Otherwise, enjoy~!
"Hey, hey Saix! Saix, guess what!"
Demyx, spotting the senior Nobody ahead in the hall, scampered up to him
with his sitar clutched in one hand.
He didn't see the telltale tic; the twitch of lip that indicated that now
was not a good time to bother number VII.
"Sai---x! Why're you still walking? I got somethin' to show ya."
The blond man leaned over, running to keep up with the Luna Diviner, and
tried to peer up at Saix's face.
What he didn't notice was the hands balling themselves into fists, the
silvery-blue hair beginning to stand on end...
"C'mon, Saix! I been working real hard on this one song, and I wanna know
what you think-"
Suddenly Saix stopped dead and turned around, and Demyx, not reacting in
time, hit him headlong and fell backwards onto the hard marble floor.
He sat up and started to complain loudly, but fell short when he
finally saw the look of towering rage distorting Saix's normally calm,
handsome features.
The older man darted forward and seized the neck of Demyx's coat, pulling
him up close to his face. Demyx hung like a rag doll, utterly terrified
at the incredibly foul mood he had unwittingly caught number VII in.
His pupils shrunk so small that they were hardly visible in the slitted
yellow eyes, Saix hissed in the younger man's face, shaking him with each
word for further emphasis:
"LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE, NUMBER NINE!"
Saix flung Demyx from him, and he landed in a heap of long limbs and
sitar strings on the floor nearby.
He hastily scrambled up and stared fearfully at Saix as the blue-haired
man spun on his heel with a whirl of his black coat, opened a dark
portal, and stormed into it without a backwards glance.
Demyx looked at his sitar and surveyed the damage, then pulled a package
or replacement strings out of his pocket and sighed.
"Guess Saix just doesn't appreciate the arts..."
Word Count: 331
Warnings: Just one little swear. xD
Spoilers: I don't think so, unless you don't know who Saix and Demyx are.
Notes: First time posting here, yay!
I really need to write more. xD I love con-crit, so if anyone feels like giving me some that'd be great. Otherwise, enjoy~!
"Hey, hey Saix! Saix, guess what!"
Demyx, spotting the senior Nobody ahead in the hall, scampered up to him
with his sitar clutched in one hand.
He didn't see the telltale tic; the twitch of lip that indicated that now
was not a good time to bother number VII.
"Sai---x! Why're you still walking? I got somethin' to show ya."
The blond man leaned over, running to keep up with the Luna Diviner, and
tried to peer up at Saix's face.
What he didn't notice was the hands balling themselves into fists, the
silvery-blue hair beginning to stand on end...
"C'mon, Saix! I been working real hard on this one song, and I wanna know
what you think-"
Suddenly Saix stopped dead and turned around, and Demyx, not reacting in
time, hit him headlong and fell backwards onto the hard marble floor.
He sat up and started to complain loudly, but fell short when he
finally saw the look of towering rage distorting Saix's normally calm,
handsome features.
The older man darted forward and seized the neck of Demyx's coat, pulling
him up close to his face. Demyx hung like a rag doll, utterly terrified
at the incredibly foul mood he had unwittingly caught number VII in.
His pupils shrunk so small that they were hardly visible in the slitted
yellow eyes, Saix hissed in the younger man's face, shaking him with each
word for further emphasis:
"LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE, NUMBER NINE!"
Saix flung Demyx from him, and he landed in a heap of long limbs and
sitar strings on the floor nearby.
He hastily scrambled up and stared fearfully at Saix as the blue-haired
man spun on his heel with a whirl of his black coat, opened a dark
portal, and stormed into it without a backwards glance.
Demyx looked at his sitar and surveyed the damage, then pulled a package
or replacement strings out of his pocket and sighed.
"Guess Saix just doesn't appreciate the arts..."
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Don't piss him of, Just don't...
Date: 2006-11-05 01:27 am (UTC)I remember reading this fic on deviant Art
It was a great fic and I really enjoyed It
It had my two favorite Nobodies in it
*squeee*
~sigh~
Demyx can be so oblivious sometimes
He should know better than to piss of Saix
Re: Don't piss him of, Just don't...
Date: 2006-11-05 02:18 am (UTC)Yeah, he can. 8D
He prob'ly didn't mean to make Saix mad, he just chose the wrong time to bug him. xD