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[Kingdom Hearts] Babysitter [Roxas!Bonus]
THIS IS SO LATE I SHOULD BE SHOT. But, uh, yes. Enjoy? :D
Title: Babysitter
Characters: Lexaeus, Roxas
Rating: PG
Word Count: 601
Prompt: 05. “Miniature Disasters”
Summary: Roxas has a problem staying out of trouble.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Kingdom Hearts. Fair enough.
A/N: Yes, I couldn’t help the silly humor. What can you do.
He wasn’t exactly sure when he became the sort of castle policeman. But he did know the reason — a particular blond boy with a penchant for causing trouble wherever he went. Thirteen didn’t actively go seeking conflict, and Lexaeus didn’t actively go seeking justice. Some things just happen like that.
Like the time the boy had told Demyx that putting a metal can in the microwave wouldn’t be a problem. Lexaeus had come in right on time to stop anything from exploding. Or like the time Roxas had called Marluxia some rather derogatory nicknames. Right on cue, Lexaeus had been the one to stop the Graceful Assassin from attempting to strangle him.
As one would expect, Roxas wasn’t pleased with his perpetual watchdog, and Lexaeus was equally as annoyed. But despite everything, Lexaeus couldn’t just ignore these sort of things. When people got hurt, Xemnas tended to get mad, especially if it interfered with any of his plans.
“What do you mean, I should just find a corner and sit quietly?” Roxas scowled, crossing his arms over his chest.
Lexaeus sighed, shaking his head. Thankfully, Roxas wasn’t doing anything at the moment, but Lexaeus was sure it wasn’t harmful to be cautious. And that required extreme measures. In fact, Roxas had been especially good the past several days, but that only served to make Lexaeus more wary. If Xemnas didn’t give Roxas something productive to do soon, Lexaeus was going to become even more paranoid than Vexen.
“It was a suggestion,” Lexaeus replied, looking down at the surly Nobody. “If you hadn’t noticed, you seem to…attract trouble more than you should.”
Roxas raised an eyebrow cockily. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”
“Don’t play dumb now. You know what I’m talking about.”
Frowning deepening, Roxas drummed his fingers against an arm, thinking. “If you’re referring to me taking Larxene’s books, I only wanted to read some of them.” He paused, biting his lip before adding, “And Luxord can make as many decks of cards as he wants. I was just seeing if they worked for other people too.”
“And Vexen’s lab?”
“Xigbar asked me to get stuff for him.”
“And Saïx?”
“Oh, how was I supposed to know he’d get so snappy if I didn’t relay his message exactly word for word.”
“That Heartless that you let into the castle?”
“Was totally Axel’s fault.”
“I meant the other Heartless.”
“Oh.” Roxas was quiet. “I don’t have an excuse for that one. But — ” He glared up at the Silent Hero. “ — I took care of that myself.”
Lexaeus sighed again, not bothering to continue the list. Roxas most likely had an excuse for everything else as well. Perhaps it was just a trait that came with his age. The obvious solution would be to ignore it once and for all.
At this point, Roxas decided that it was time to end the conversation. “If you’d excuse me, I have to go kill Axel now,” he informed Lexaeus, sidestepping the older man.
Exasperated, Lexaeus grabbed Roxas’s shoulder, stopping in him his tracks. “Roxas. Let go of the keyblade.” Grumbling under his breath, Roxas reluctantly made the weapon disappear. “What did Number Eight do this time?”
“He said I looked like a girl,” Roxas muttered, “and then ran like the coward he is.”
Lexaeus looked intently at Roxas. “Can you not attempt murder tonight, please?”
Roxas shrugged a shoulder. “I guess.”
Though doubtful of his sincerity, Lexaeus released Roxas’s arm. “Thank you.”
Yes, ignoring it all would be the most satisfying course of action. But unquestionably not the most practical. Nor the safest.
end.
Title: Babysitter
Characters: Lexaeus, Roxas
Rating: PG
Word Count: 601
Prompt: 05. “Miniature Disasters”
Summary: Roxas has a problem staying out of trouble.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Kingdom Hearts. Fair enough.
A/N: Yes, I couldn’t help the silly humor. What can you do.
He wasn’t exactly sure when he became the sort of castle policeman. But he did know the reason — a particular blond boy with a penchant for causing trouble wherever he went. Thirteen didn’t actively go seeking conflict, and Lexaeus didn’t actively go seeking justice. Some things just happen like that.
Like the time the boy had told Demyx that putting a metal can in the microwave wouldn’t be a problem. Lexaeus had come in right on time to stop anything from exploding. Or like the time Roxas had called Marluxia some rather derogatory nicknames. Right on cue, Lexaeus had been the one to stop the Graceful Assassin from attempting to strangle him.
As one would expect, Roxas wasn’t pleased with his perpetual watchdog, and Lexaeus was equally as annoyed. But despite everything, Lexaeus couldn’t just ignore these sort of things. When people got hurt, Xemnas tended to get mad, especially if it interfered with any of his plans.
“What do you mean, I should just find a corner and sit quietly?” Roxas scowled, crossing his arms over his chest.
Lexaeus sighed, shaking his head. Thankfully, Roxas wasn’t doing anything at the moment, but Lexaeus was sure it wasn’t harmful to be cautious. And that required extreme measures. In fact, Roxas had been especially good the past several days, but that only served to make Lexaeus more wary. If Xemnas didn’t give Roxas something productive to do soon, Lexaeus was going to become even more paranoid than Vexen.
“It was a suggestion,” Lexaeus replied, looking down at the surly Nobody. “If you hadn’t noticed, you seem to…attract trouble more than you should.”
Roxas raised an eyebrow cockily. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”
“Don’t play dumb now. You know what I’m talking about.”
Frowning deepening, Roxas drummed his fingers against an arm, thinking. “If you’re referring to me taking Larxene’s books, I only wanted to read some of them.” He paused, biting his lip before adding, “And Luxord can make as many decks of cards as he wants. I was just seeing if they worked for other people too.”
“And Vexen’s lab?”
“Xigbar asked me to get stuff for him.”
“And Saïx?”
“Oh, how was I supposed to know he’d get so snappy if I didn’t relay his message exactly word for word.”
“That Heartless that you let into the castle?”
“Was totally Axel’s fault.”
“I meant the other Heartless.”
“Oh.” Roxas was quiet. “I don’t have an excuse for that one. But — ” He glared up at the Silent Hero. “ — I took care of that myself.”
Lexaeus sighed again, not bothering to continue the list. Roxas most likely had an excuse for everything else as well. Perhaps it was just a trait that came with his age. The obvious solution would be to ignore it once and for all.
At this point, Roxas decided that it was time to end the conversation. “If you’d excuse me, I have to go kill Axel now,” he informed Lexaeus, sidestepping the older man.
Exasperated, Lexaeus grabbed Roxas’s shoulder, stopping in him his tracks. “Roxas. Let go of the keyblade.” Grumbling under his breath, Roxas reluctantly made the weapon disappear. “What did Number Eight do this time?”
“He said I looked like a girl,” Roxas muttered, “and then ran like the coward he is.”
Lexaeus looked intently at Roxas. “Can you not attempt murder tonight, please?”
Roxas shrugged a shoulder. “I guess.”
Though doubtful of his sincerity, Lexaeus released Roxas’s arm. “Thank you.”
Yes, ignoring it all would be the most satisfying course of action. But unquestionably not the most practical. Nor the safest.
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xD ♥
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I have a feeling I'll be saying this a lot before the end of my fic comment spam, but I love your gen!fic. (Well. All your fic. But gen!fic is so rare, especially well done!)
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Especially characters like Lexaeus, I'm never sure if I'm writing them all right or not.I adore smart alecky Roxas. >:3 Hee.
>.< ♥ You flatter me greatly.
And feel free to say it over and over again! My ego is quite large. *shot*