Myah I'm not dead yet, lovelies.
This was inspired by Darkness Princess. Why? Because her Zemyx fanfic, Whispered Melody, is the best one I have ever read and has inspired me to write my first oneshot (I'm not too sure what Mr. Assassin has to do with Zemyx, but I'll figure it out. XD))
Enjoy.
Disclaimer - I do not own any of the characters, but I love to mess with their lives. 3
A glint appeared in the corner of her eye as the sourceless lights reflected off the quickly moving metal. There was a flurry of foliage and then the sound of cutting through air. There was the sound of boots moving softly on the shining floor, and then the process repeated. She tried to ignore the distractions and focused on her reading. Her eyes moved over the all-too-familiar words, but she practically knew them by heart, and the noises were starting to bother her. A neon kunai appeared in her hand, for she never fancied her reading being interrupted, but a certain eighth member came into the room through a swirling portal before she could go through with her actions.
"Oh, look! It's Rosey-kun!" His voice was genuinely surprised as he talked to the wispy-haired man. Said man had moved in front of whatever he had been working on, the pink metal of his weapon visible above his head.
"Mr. Hips." 'Rosey-kun' knodded as he acknowledged the man's greeting, but his words were laced with annoyance to match his newly formed experession. 'Mr. Hips' had moved to one of the book shelves, not particularly caring about Number XI, but he paused at this new name. He turned, book in hand, and put his free hand on his prominent hips in a sassy fashion. His face showed a glimpse of anger, but it calmed quickly.
"I know you're jealous, Pinky. If you had these hips, you could wear your dresses better." He smirked and turned back to the bookshelf as the flower-weilder fumed silently. The red head finally decided on a book and chose to sit down next to the twelfth member. He bounced around, trying to find a comfortable position, and his movements caused her precious book to fall from its position on her lap. She cursed under her breath, moved her hand down to pick up her lovely Marquis de Sade, and leaned back once more, just in time for the pyromaniac's head to land in her lap. He began to read and she growled at him. It took all of five seconds for the Savage Nymph to get fed up with him and she abruptly pushed him on to the ground with a thud. Instead of getting angry, the redhead merely continued reading as he moved his feet into her lap.
"Do you want to die again?" She said angrily, a kunai held dangerously in her fist. He looked up at her innocently.
"I'm just waiting to see if Petal-kun will make a bush sculpture of me, too." Axel explained
Larxene gave an inquisitive look to Marluxia, who took a step to teh side, his cheeks reddening.
Behind him was indeed some sort of shrub trimmed to resemble Larxene, complete with twig antennae and a brightly painted cardboard kunai.
"It was supposed to be a surprise for the anniversary of you joining the Organization." He looked at her, just in time to see her book fly into the green leaves. His masterpiece proceeded to fall to the ground, the terra cotta pot breaking as the dirt spilled across the white floor.
"Me joining this place is nothing to celebrate." She said irritatedly as Marluxia proceeded to run out of the room, sobbing. Larxene only sighed as Axel giggled to himself.
"And now my book is dirty.
XD My attempt at humor that failed miserably. I planned it differently, but it turned out like this. It's not funny, but I still like it. ;)