Author's Note: A new chappie fic... just a crazy idea I had, so I hope you'll enjoy it.
Disclaimer: Don't own KH!
Wake Up, Roxas!
"Once upon a time…" Zexion started, trailing off as he looked more closely at the page.
He was having trouble comprehending exactly what it was he was supposed to be reading. All of this 'once upon a time' crap wasn't boding well with him.
"Three good fairies…' He muttered under his breath, shaking his head as he flipped through the heavy volume. 'A charming prince…' Zexion's eyes scanned the illustrations. 'Cute woodland creatures!?" He scowled in distaste. What the hell was this that he volunteered to narrate?
He flipped the book shut, taking a look at the front cover.
"Sleeping Beauty,' he read, an eyebrow arching. 'Huh. No wonder I've never read this one. Sounds better suited for Marluxia…"
"Number VI! What in kingdom's name do you think you're doing?!" An angry voice startled Zexion from his reverie.
Sort of. If barely registering that someone was calling him and half-turning around was considered being startled.
"Eh?" He turned to look at the owner of said angry voice. As it happened, it belonged to a very, very angry Xemnas who was, at this very moment, waving his arms wildly in frustration and walking steadily across the stage towards Zexion.
"I said what do you think you're doing! There is an entire audience out there! Waiting to see this play! And here you are, not delivering!" Xemnas said, chest heaving. Zexion half-expected to see flames shoot out of his boss's nose any second now. He took a few steps backward just in case.
"Superior. Calm. Down." The Organization's leader merely narrowed his red-rimmed eyes in response.
"The play isn't tonight."
No reaction from the sleep-deprived leader.
"Not. Tonight." Zexion reiterated.
"Not…tonight…' Xemnas repeated in growing wonder, turning his head to stare out at the empty seats of the theatre.
"Right."
Xemnas's out-of-it-mood quickly faded, however. "Number VI! Why is it that you aren't ready to narrate? Is there a… problem?" Xemnas's glare made it clear that there better not be a problem unless Zexion wanted his little butt on every single cleaning duty from now until kingdom hearts was completed.
"Problem? Of course not, Superior." Zexion looked up at his boss innocently. He gave a curt nod and walked off the stage a little less angrily than he had stormed on to it.
"No…no problem at all, Mansex," Zexion said to himself. The only reason he had volunteered to narrate, after all, was because Marluxia had suddenly taken ill and because it meant he would have no cleaning duties at all for the next few months.
Hell. Yes.
If there was anything Zexion hated more than, well, anything, it was cleaning duty. He shook his head just thinking about it; cleaning up after those good-for-nothing nobodies…gross. Especially cleaning up after Number VIII… He shuddered involuntarily as he remembered a particularly gruesome bathroom fiasco involving said Organization member. It had been everywhere…
He shook his head to rid himself of those thoughts. His time could certainly be spent better elsewhere; like by scheming, for instance. Yes, he was good at scheming. And in time, everyone would see just how good he was…
He smiled in what could only be described as a malicious manner and opened Sleeping Beauty back up to get familiar with his lines.
Well... one chappie (prologue?) down. Leave me something nice, please:)