These guys don't belong to me. I don't even wish they belonged to me.

I just wish they'd all have sex, the whole lot of them.

...Truth is, I DON'T KNOW HOW TO PLAY CARDS.


Roxas held a queen of hearts up close to examine it, scrutinizing every miniscule detail and running a gloved finger across the little hearts decorating its surface. Luxord was humming faintly as he finished dealing the cards, rich baritone voice a pleasant buzz of sound in the otherwise silent chamber.

"Do you know the rules?" The older man spoke once he'd finished. Roxas met his gaze evenly and shook his head, picking up his cards to look the rest of them over.

"Unlike the ones we have played before, this game focuses on skill rather than luck."

"...I thought it all depended on the cards you're dealt," The blonde remarked flatly, his statement containing only a hint of inquiry. Luxord raised a hand to gesture at the fan of cards in Roxas' hands, his tone of voice placating.

"Perhaps that is the truth for those who lack the experience to know better, but one with as sharp a mind as yourself can surely claim victory. You need only play your cards wisely, Roxas."

The boy was not easily baited by friendly words. He frowned and waved the cards around, heaving a bored sigh.

"Don't show me your hand." Luxord scolded without much heat, before huffing and setting his cards down. "Your troubled countenance reveals your confusion. What seems to be the problem?"

Roxas' frown deepened as he stared down at the colorful pile he'd accumulated. All hearts and diamonds and queens and kings.

"I have all the hearts in the deck," he murmured, brow furrowed. "Is that luck?"

"Perhaps. But howwill you play them?" Luxord quirked a brow and reached up to tug at his goatee. A pregnant pause followed this statement.

And when Roxas stood suddenly, spreading his cards across the table and turning on his heel to make a hasty exit, Luxord made no attempt to stop him.


Because in the game Luxord is all, "Wah, how could you, Roxas?" and I was thinking, well hey...that seemed kinda personal, so maybe they hung out a couple times when nobody else was around. And thus, a drabble was born.

How 'bout you leave me a little somethin'-somethin'.

No seriously. F--king leave me a review.