Yeah… This is what happens when it's the third day of summer, and you have absolutely NOTHING to do already!
Summary: It was one of those days. The days you want EVERYTHING to die. Roxas wished it wasn't.
Rating: T for Language
Pairings: None haha
Note: Since this was a product of boredom it probably makes no sense. So yeah…
XII-The Morning-IIX
When Roxas woke up, he forgot about the table hanging over his bed, and rammed his head into. It was another one of those days. You know! The days you want to kill your best friend for yelling a cheery "Hello!" at you and making your migraine a hell of a lot worse than it already was. A day when you just want everyone (and everything too) to roll over and die.
When his head made impact, Roxas saw a red flash, said some colorful words, and promptly passed out. After waking up 15 minutes later, he looked at the clock. 9:45. He was late for breakfast. He hurriedly put on the Organization's famous cloak, pants, and boots (all black of course) and made his way down to the kitchen. Only the two sadists Marluxia and Larxene were there, sharing a bottle of wine.
"Late again, number XIII. I can here the sound of the Superior's boot kicking your ass out of the wonderful establishment."
Roxas pinched the bridge of his nose as tendrils of excruciating pain swam through his brain with each syllable the Graceful Assassin spoke. Larxene noticed this and whispered to Marluxia that Roxas indeed had a migraine.
"Let the torture begin," whispered the Savage Nymph. She randomly started laughing in a very high pitched way. Roxas would have passed out had Vexen not chosen this moment to walk in. One look at the Key of Destiny's face made him realized what was the matter.
"Torturing him again, Larxene? Honestly." The Chilly Academic shook his head, handing Roxas some potion. It only softened the pain. Nothing seemed to help completely get rid of them.
"Did the Superior assign anything to me today?" Roxas asked, knowing he had missed that morning's debriefing.
Marluxia laughed evilly, "Heartless mission with Demyx…"
Roxas groaned.
He would never get rid of this damn headache would he?!
XIII-Twelve Hours Later-IIIX
Demyx and Roxas finally arrived back at the castle shortly before dinner. Roxas, deciding to skip it, trudged towards his room. He grumpily moved the table away from his bed. Why hadn't he thought of this before?
Tired, he passed out on the hard bed.
XIII-The Next Morning-IIIX
Roxas woke up and slammed his head into the table again.
Damn!
Nothing went his way did it?!
I have decided to make all these stories of boredom into one fanfic. Thus, I give birth to TALES OF BOREDOM!
Reviews pretty please!