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[Kingdom Hearts] Riot
It's a good thing I'm doing this challenge thing, or else I'd never get off my butt and back to writing. (I completely forgot about my plans to include Roxas each month, so I'm gonna have to scramble to put something together.)
And I am so sorry, all you people I promised writings to. ARGH. School is just killing me!
Anyway, my genfic!pimp!month continues with a drabble featuring Luxord for 10/10. Happy reading.
Title: Riot
Characters: Luxord, Barbossa
Rating: PG
Summary: Turns out Luxord had a hand in the mutiny on the Black Pearl, and Barbossa is not happy with the outcome.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Kingdom Hearts. Fair enough.
A/N: Darn it, why do I always attempt to write the complicated characters? Especially when the whole things ends up being character interaction. Psh.
He preferred meddling from the background, keeping his hands out of the carefully planned messes he made. It was like plotting the storyline of a book or the route by which one would travel — this lead to that, those lead to these, one thing after another, and before you knew it someone had a great deal of trouble, and Luxord had gained what he needed with the utterance of an idea or two.
Don’t trust the man that beats you in every hand of the game you’re playing.
“I hear you’re interested in the treasure on the Isla de Muerta.”
The man across the table became tense, eyeing Luxord warily. “And who told ya that, hm?” he asked in a hushed voice.
Luxord continued to speak at normal volume, well aware of how anxious it made the pirate. “I have my informants. One could almost call me nosy.”
“And do you know what we do with ‘nosy’ men around here?” came the harsh reply.
“Oh, something painful, no doubt,” Luxord answered, unconcerned. “But no need to worry about that. Just thought I’d lend a good man such as yourself some advice, Mister Barbossa.”
The man laughed, a rough, clearly amused laugh. “What do you think you have to offer me, stranger?”
“Your captain,” Luxord began, fingering his mug of some unidentifiable brown liquid with a dirty gloved hand, “can get you to this island.”
Barbossa snorted. “Jack Sparrow is a fool, but not that much of a fool. He would never reveal the location, even with that compass of his.”
“Well there you go. Just…persuade him to share. Then get rid of him.”
A sharp crack split through the noisy tavern as Barbossa slammed his own mug down onto the table, pushing his chair back as he stood up. “Your advice has been given. Now I advise you to keep out of my sight for however long you plan to be here. Good day to ye.”
Leaning back in his chair, Luxord watched Barbossa depart. That mutiny was as good as done.
Luxord did not see Hector Barbossa again for quite a while. He had to give the man the time he needed to retrieve the treasure, after all. And time to spend it.
* * *
The night was dark and angry; it very much matched Barbossa’s mood, a mood that did not improve at the arrival of one unwanted visitor.
“How fare things, Captain Barbossa?”
The pirate glanced up sharply, glaring at Luxord. “You. I take it you knew this was going to happen.” There was no question of how Luxord got on the ship, or even of how he knew what would happen to the men that stole the Aztec gold. Nowadays, Barbossa cared for few things, and few things only.
“I might have.” Luxord smiled, a gesture that was supposed to be reassuring but from him was just the opposite. “And I might have not.” He paused, leaning against the table that took up most of the cabin. “Personally, I’d be inclined more towards the former.”
Barbossa frowned. “I fail to see how this helps you.”
“Few normally do.” Luxord nodded at the single item on the table, a basket full of dying green apples. “Feeling nostalgic?”
“You know damn well we can’t feel anything now, thanks to you,” Barbossa snapped, gaze flickering between the blond and the apples.
“Oh, you exaggerate,” Luxord said, shrugging, but in his mind the statement had hit just a little too close to home.
Which brought about a very good question to Luxord’s constantly planning thoughts — could one make a Heartless from an undead pirate? Did they have hearts to take? That had been part of the plan, in the long run, but now he was beginning to have his doubts.
Barbossa acted like he had a heart, but then again, so did his fellow Nobodies on Never Was.
“Why the quiet tongue? Feel sorry for what you’ve done?” Barbossa drawled, the taunt quite unmistakable.
“Of course not,” Luxord murmured, still calculating in his head. “Merely picking apart the flaws in my plans.”
Barbossa stared at Luxord, cold and merciless. “In the future, I would be most appreciative if your plans did not include me.”
“I work wit that I deem fit,” Luxord replied offhandedly, “and at the moment what I deem fit is you.” Positioning himself more comfortably against the table, he went on. “How would you like to work with me?”
“I wouldn’t.”
Luxord smiled once more. “I figured you would say that. Nothing to worry about — I’m sure I can sway you over time.”
Things played out remarkably like their last meeting; if he had been holding anything, Luxord was sure the pirate would have slammed it down on the table. Barbossa’s gaze never left the man across from him. “You will not sway me, or my crew. You may not have heeded my advice from the last time we met, but you are sorely mistaken if you believe I will let you walk away freely next time.”
Luxord shrugged, stepping back and crossing his arms over his chest. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he remarked, chuckling. “But you’ll do well to remember that I’m not one to give up easily.”
With that, Luxord disappeared, leaving Barbossa to fume silently. There was no doubt they would meet again. But next time, who knew what that man would be up to.
end.
Anyway, my genfic!pimp!month continues with a drabble featuring Luxord for 10/10. Happy reading.
Title: Riot
Characters: Luxord, Barbossa
Rating: PG
Summary: Turns out Luxord had a hand in the mutiny on the Black Pearl, and Barbossa is not happy with the outcome.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Kingdom Hearts. Fair enough.
A/N: Darn it, why do I always attempt to write the complicated characters? Especially when the whole things ends up being character interaction. Psh.
He preferred meddling from the background, keeping his hands out of the carefully planned messes he made. It was like plotting the storyline of a book or the route by which one would travel — this lead to that, those lead to these, one thing after another, and before you knew it someone had a great deal of trouble, and Luxord had gained what he needed with the utterance of an idea or two.
Don’t trust the man that beats you in every hand of the game you’re playing.
“I hear you’re interested in the treasure on the Isla de Muerta.”
The man across the table became tense, eyeing Luxord warily. “And who told ya that, hm?” he asked in a hushed voice.
Luxord continued to speak at normal volume, well aware of how anxious it made the pirate. “I have my informants. One could almost call me nosy.”
“And do you know what we do with ‘nosy’ men around here?” came the harsh reply.
“Oh, something painful, no doubt,” Luxord answered, unconcerned. “But no need to worry about that. Just thought I’d lend a good man such as yourself some advice, Mister Barbossa.”
The man laughed, a rough, clearly amused laugh. “What do you think you have to offer me, stranger?”
“Your captain,” Luxord began, fingering his mug of some unidentifiable brown liquid with a dirty gloved hand, “can get you to this island.”
Barbossa snorted. “Jack Sparrow is a fool, but not that much of a fool. He would never reveal the location, even with that compass of his.”
“Well there you go. Just…persuade him to share. Then get rid of him.”
A sharp crack split through the noisy tavern as Barbossa slammed his own mug down onto the table, pushing his chair back as he stood up. “Your advice has been given. Now I advise you to keep out of my sight for however long you plan to be here. Good day to ye.”
Leaning back in his chair, Luxord watched Barbossa depart. That mutiny was as good as done.
Luxord did not see Hector Barbossa again for quite a while. He had to give the man the time he needed to retrieve the treasure, after all. And time to spend it.
The night was dark and angry; it very much matched Barbossa’s mood, a mood that did not improve at the arrival of one unwanted visitor.
“How fare things, Captain Barbossa?”
The pirate glanced up sharply, glaring at Luxord. “You. I take it you knew this was going to happen.” There was no question of how Luxord got on the ship, or even of how he knew what would happen to the men that stole the Aztec gold. Nowadays, Barbossa cared for few things, and few things only.
“I might have.” Luxord smiled, a gesture that was supposed to be reassuring but from him was just the opposite. “And I might have not.” He paused, leaning against the table that took up most of the cabin. “Personally, I’d be inclined more towards the former.”
Barbossa frowned. “I fail to see how this helps you.”
“Few normally do.” Luxord nodded at the single item on the table, a basket full of dying green apples. “Feeling nostalgic?”
“You know damn well we can’t feel anything now, thanks to you,” Barbossa snapped, gaze flickering between the blond and the apples.
“Oh, you exaggerate,” Luxord said, shrugging, but in his mind the statement had hit just a little too close to home.
Which brought about a very good question to Luxord’s constantly planning thoughts — could one make a Heartless from an undead pirate? Did they have hearts to take? That had been part of the plan, in the long run, but now he was beginning to have his doubts.
Barbossa acted like he had a heart, but then again, so did his fellow Nobodies on Never Was.
“Why the quiet tongue? Feel sorry for what you’ve done?” Barbossa drawled, the taunt quite unmistakable.
“Of course not,” Luxord murmured, still calculating in his head. “Merely picking apart the flaws in my plans.”
Barbossa stared at Luxord, cold and merciless. “In the future, I would be most appreciative if your plans did not include me.”
“I work wit that I deem fit,” Luxord replied offhandedly, “and at the moment what I deem fit is you.” Positioning himself more comfortably against the table, he went on. “How would you like to work with me?”
“I wouldn’t.”
Luxord smiled once more. “I figured you would say that. Nothing to worry about — I’m sure I can sway you over time.”
Things played out remarkably like their last meeting; if he had been holding anything, Luxord was sure the pirate would have slammed it down on the table. Barbossa’s gaze never left the man across from him. “You will not sway me, or my crew. You may not have heeded my advice from the last time we met, but you are sorely mistaken if you believe I will let you walk away freely next time.”
Luxord shrugged, stepping back and crossing his arms over his chest. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he remarked, chuckling. “But you’ll do well to remember that I’m not one to give up easily.”
With that, Luxord disappeared, leaving Barbossa to fume silently. There was no doubt they would meet again. But next time, who knew what that man would be up to.