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kh_drabbleTitle: Gravity Sucks
Word Count: 856
Spoilers: For 358/2
Rating/Warnings: PG
Notes: WE ALL KNOW THIS PAIN. You damn well can make that jump with level one air-slide, but things can go wrong all too easily.
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crimsoncookie. ^^
Roxas narrowed his eyes, Keyblade in hand, and backed up a step, then another. Beneath the merciless desert sun, he pushed off on the left foot, running for the edge of the roof-
just in time for Xion to appear- Roxas to clip her shoulder and lose his momentum- air-slide half an inch less than he would have- lose distance for the start of his mid-air combination- and fall just short of the other building.
Xion, hands over her mouth, stood on the other roof.
"I'm sorry, Roxas! Are you alright?"
Lucky for him, the crates were piled against the wall today.
He groaned, rubbed his head with a hot, black leather glove. It made the knot feel slightly better, even if his hands were sweating.
"Roxas!"
He sighed and glanced over his shoulder. "I'm fine, Xi-" he got his feet underneath him, stood- and dropped straight back down as his head met something solid.
"Oh! Oh I'm sorry-"
Which had evidently been Xion's chin.
Roxas would not tell her to take a hike. Xion was his good friend. Telling her to get lost would be rude. She grabbed his arm and tugged, helping him back to his feet. Then she offered something.
"Here."
Roxas nodded and took the potion. "Thanks."
"Um..." her fingers twisted, face pinched with guilt. "How about... I buy the ice cream today?"
Roxas adjusted his stance, flicked his gaze to the dark-coated individual standing a step or two away.
"So... you're sure you can make the jump."
"Yes."
Xigbar nodded sagely.
"I just have to line it up," Roxas murmured.
Xigbar nodded. Roxas glanced at him again.
"You're going to stay right there... right?"
"Hmm?" Xigbar looked up from his contemplation of the ground far below them. "Oh! Yeah. Sure, kid. I'll stand right here." He smirked. "I heard about your little tumble from Poppet. Me 'n Demyx got a real kick out of it."
Roxas muttered, grumbled, but didn't answer directly.
He called the Keyblade, shifted his weight, and ran.
He was far too intent on the jump to notice Xigbar's foot tip slightly upward and hook the toe of his shoe.
Hitting the ground hurt more than usual.
Maybe it was Xigbar laughing at him from the roof.
Roxas fell back slightly as Demyx advanced on the Scarlet Tango, knocking it hat-over bell with sonic waves, and actual waves, until it hovered too far backward, went over the edge, and fell eight feet to hover over the ground.
"Oh," Roxas said, dispelling the Keyblade and waving a hand in the Heartless' direction, "great."
Demyx propped his sitar on the ground, fingers splayed among the tuning pegs, and examined the floor, head tilted daintily over the wall.
"The good news is that it hasn't disappeared yet," Demyx said. He raised his free hand, one finger pointed and waving in the air. Roxas narrowed his eyes. Demyx hadn't turned to look at him yet. He began creeping forward.
"The bad news," Demyx pointed, moving only his finger, "is that someone has to go down and get it." Roxas started to creep a little faster.
"Now," Demyx said, "I could go down there- but it took us forever to get up to this part, and you're much better with the jumping-"
Roxas lunged- and sailed over the edge as Demyx dodged, just enough, to the left.
"Thanks for volunteering, Roxas!" Demyx shouted after him.
"Rox, okay, seriously. This is getting ridiculous."
He huddled against the wall of the clock tower, ice cream in hand, knees close to his chest. Axel stared at him with amusement. Xion with concern.
"Xigbar and Demyx keep making me fall from high places. That's not ridiculous, it's painful."
"They're not here, man! It's fine. You're safe," he waved his hands expansively, twisting on the ledge. Roxas winced.
Axel stopped grinning. "Okay- if you don't get over here, I'm going to drag ya."
Roxas examined Axel's face. He wasn't glaring like he did in a fight. He wasn't frowning like he did when he was annoyed. He was just calm, waiting, serious. It was his 'I'm higher ranked than you and you are going to do what I say,' face. Roxas knew, because Axel had used it on Demyx.
Roxas gritted his teeth and scooted toward the ledge on his butt and heels. Xion grinned. Axel smiled again and patted him on the shoulder.
"See? There ya' go!"
Axel ruffled Roxas' hair. His fingers tightened on the back of Roxas' scalp-
but since Roxas was expecting it, he thrust his arm upward, into Axel's wrist- broke the grip and leaned backward, grabbing Axel's arm at the same time. He yanked, leaned, and grimaced in satisfaction at the shock on Axel's face; his abrupt yell as he pitched forward.
Xion gaped at the coated figure wind milling through the air. When Axel disappeared into a portal- safe- and the shout cut off, she turned to gape at Roxas instead.
Number XIII grinned cheerfully. "I think I get why it's funny."
He was still grinning seconds later, when Axel shoved an ice-cream down the back of his coat in revenge.
Word Count: 856
Spoilers: For 358/2
Rating/Warnings: PG
Notes: WE ALL KNOW THIS PAIN. You damn well can make that jump with level one air-slide, but things can go wrong all too easily.
Thanks for the pre-read,
crimsoncookie. ^^ Roxas narrowed his eyes, Keyblade in hand, and backed up a step, then another. Beneath the merciless desert sun, he pushed off on the left foot, running for the edge of the roof-
just in time for Xion to appear- Roxas to clip her shoulder and lose his momentum- air-slide half an inch less than he would have- lose distance for the start of his mid-air combination- and fall just short of the other building.
Xion, hands over her mouth, stood on the other roof.
"I'm sorry, Roxas! Are you alright?"
Lucky for him, the crates were piled against the wall today.
He groaned, rubbed his head with a hot, black leather glove. It made the knot feel slightly better, even if his hands were sweating.
"Roxas!"
He sighed and glanced over his shoulder. "I'm fine, Xi-" he got his feet underneath him, stood- and dropped straight back down as his head met something solid.
"Oh! Oh I'm sorry-"
Which had evidently been Xion's chin.
Roxas would not tell her to take a hike. Xion was his good friend. Telling her to get lost would be rude. She grabbed his arm and tugged, helping him back to his feet. Then she offered something.
"Here."
Roxas nodded and took the potion. "Thanks."
"Um..." her fingers twisted, face pinched with guilt. "How about... I buy the ice cream today?"
Roxas adjusted his stance, flicked his gaze to the dark-coated individual standing a step or two away.
"So... you're sure you can make the jump."
"Yes."
Xigbar nodded sagely.
"I just have to line it up," Roxas murmured.
Xigbar nodded. Roxas glanced at him again.
"You're going to stay right there... right?"
"Hmm?" Xigbar looked up from his contemplation of the ground far below them. "Oh! Yeah. Sure, kid. I'll stand right here." He smirked. "I heard about your little tumble from Poppet. Me 'n Demyx got a real kick out of it."
Roxas muttered, grumbled, but didn't answer directly.
He called the Keyblade, shifted his weight, and ran.
He was far too intent on the jump to notice Xigbar's foot tip slightly upward and hook the toe of his shoe.
Hitting the ground hurt more than usual.
Maybe it was Xigbar laughing at him from the roof.
Roxas fell back slightly as Demyx advanced on the Scarlet Tango, knocking it hat-over bell with sonic waves, and actual waves, until it hovered too far backward, went over the edge, and fell eight feet to hover over the ground.
"Oh," Roxas said, dispelling the Keyblade and waving a hand in the Heartless' direction, "great."
Demyx propped his sitar on the ground, fingers splayed among the tuning pegs, and examined the floor, head tilted daintily over the wall.
"The good news is that it hasn't disappeared yet," Demyx said. He raised his free hand, one finger pointed and waving in the air. Roxas narrowed his eyes. Demyx hadn't turned to look at him yet. He began creeping forward.
"The bad news," Demyx pointed, moving only his finger, "is that someone has to go down and get it." Roxas started to creep a little faster.
"Now," Demyx said, "I could go down there- but it took us forever to get up to this part, and you're much better with the jumping-"
Roxas lunged- and sailed over the edge as Demyx dodged, just enough, to the left.
"Thanks for volunteering, Roxas!" Demyx shouted after him.
"Rox, okay, seriously. This is getting ridiculous."
He huddled against the wall of the clock tower, ice cream in hand, knees close to his chest. Axel stared at him with amusement. Xion with concern.
"Xigbar and Demyx keep making me fall from high places. That's not ridiculous, it's painful."
"They're not here, man! It's fine. You're safe," he waved his hands expansively, twisting on the ledge. Roxas winced.
Axel stopped grinning. "Okay- if you don't get over here, I'm going to drag ya."
Roxas examined Axel's face. He wasn't glaring like he did in a fight. He wasn't frowning like he did when he was annoyed. He was just calm, waiting, serious. It was his 'I'm higher ranked than you and you are going to do what I say,' face. Roxas knew, because Axel had used it on Demyx.
Roxas gritted his teeth and scooted toward the ledge on his butt and heels. Xion grinned. Axel smiled again and patted him on the shoulder.
"See? There ya' go!"
Axel ruffled Roxas' hair. His fingers tightened on the back of Roxas' scalp-
but since Roxas was expecting it, he thrust his arm upward, into Axel's wrist- broke the grip and leaned backward, grabbing Axel's arm at the same time. He yanked, leaned, and grimaced in satisfaction at the shock on Axel's face; his abrupt yell as he pitched forward.
Xion gaped at the coated figure wind milling through the air. When Axel disappeared into a portal- safe- and the shout cut off, she turned to gape at Roxas instead.
Number XIII grinned cheerfully. "I think I get why it's funny."
He was still grinning seconds later, when Axel shoved an ice-cream down the back of his coat in revenge.
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