anthology

a collection of drabbles

• anticlimax •

Sora loved Blitzball, he loved it almost as much as Tidus did, at least he loved to play it. Watching others do it, wasn't as fun as a matter of fact, it was quite boring. Sora liked to be up and doing things, not watching people do them instead, but Tidus had invited him to the best seats in the stadium. How many chances does one get to watch someone else play your favorite sport, up close and personal. So Sora endured the long boring game, and thanked god, when Tidus asked him if he would go buy Wakka and him some food. Pulling the munny out of his pocket, he ran out of box and straight into the concession stand; the haven in Sora's eyes.

What began to a trip to the concession stand, ended in a disaster.

He got in line, quickly; not wanting to be the first one in line, but not wanting to be the last, he stood behind a girl. She was an odd girl, in the public's opinion, with her ninja wear and shuriken on her back. But in Sora's eyes, she was just another girl at a Bliztball game, and this ninja clad girl seemed to not like this. As a matter of fact she hated it, nobody dared to stand behind her for fear of her shuriken getting shoved into their skull and yet, here was this, punk ass kid, standing behind her. She turned to him, about to brag about the massive skull crashing of shuriken, when she stopped dead in her tracks. His earth defying hair, was amazing, she blinked, suddenly realizing why this kid was standing behind her. She gave him a sweet smile, then returned to her waiting in line.

He was just like her.

Standing in the safety of the concession stand line, to avoid Cid and Leon constant rants about sports, Tifa jumping up and down with excitement, Cloud and Aerith chatting about something that really didn't interest her. She was bored, swiping some munny off of Cid; which she would learn later that was a mistake, she headed to eat the yummy food of the concession stand and if it weren't for those damn teenagers in the concession working slower then Cloud's smile. She would have her food and maybe could have avoided this whole mess.

In a world where service is slow…

As Sora's luck would have it, the world's longest line ended with him; he sighed briefly, thankfully that he would be able to avoid majority of the game. However, shifting his weight; he was slowing getting very bored. The girl in front of him seemed to take an interest in him, he couldn't help but stare at her shuriken; wondering how she manage to convince anyone to let her bring that in.

She yawned loudly, then got out of line, screw it she was going home.

• beach •

Any other girl would love to be in Kairi's position, she had front row seats. There was Sora; sweet and adorable, with earth defying brown hair, beautiful azure eyes. Cute and cuddly, but nothing compared to Riku. His silver hair glistened in the sun; his laughter echoed playing like music notes through out the beach. Then just to top it all off, he took off his shirt; showing off his sexy chest, and muscles.

Kairi stared up at her two best friends, Riku attracting rabid fan girls and Sora lying in the sand after tripping over a rock. It wasn't a wonder they didn't maul them, but that was all thanks to Kairi. The she could-so-be-a-girlfriend factor, she snorted, like she would be these were her best friends. She was so tired of the glares she was getting; she stood up and smiled, walking over to Riku.

"Man whore."

Walking past him to Sora, she laughed. "Let's go get some ice-cream!"

Sora stood up and nodded, watching in awe as the fan girls mauled Riku. "Shouldn't we help him?"

"He brought this upon himself when he took off his shirt," she said shaking her head.

• burn •

Axel handed his best friend another sea salt ice-cream, who took it gratefully. Axel watched him devour it, bored.

"Hey Roxy,"

"Hm?"

"If there was a fire, would you save me or the sea salt ice-cream?"

"The ice-cream of course."

"So if there was a fire, and you had to choose between me and that..." the pyro raised his eye brow. "You would save that?"

Roxas nodded, eating some happily. "You see Axel; you being not only a pyromaniac, but a nobody, would be unharmed by the fire. The sea salt ice-cream however would melt!"

"You know sometimes I wonder why I stick around..."

• beautiful •

"What are you looking at!" the sadistic blond hissed. She was wearing an emerald dress, glaring at him with distain.

Demyx blinked. "I've never seen you in a dress before—"

"If you tell ANY of the guys about this, you'll be wishing you were dead!"

"You look very beautiful, Larxene." He said with a smile.

She stopped, staring at him, and then it clicked. "Flattery will get you no where, I will kill you." Snatching her cloak, she draped it on herself then stormed out before he could see her flushing.

"Your welcome?" he began to play his sitar.

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