Title: Mom, Listen to Me
Rating: PG
Genre: General/Humor
Pairing(s): none
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Kingdom Hearts.
Summary: You're at Paris on a school trip. Your mother thinks you're a gangster fleeing the country. And your best friend gets caught climbing out a warehouse window, well after hours.
Mom?
...What? No. No, Mom. Mom? Listen to me. This is not "fleeing the country;" it's called a school field trip. People everywhere have them. It's perfectly normal. Mom. Mom? Listen to me.
Axel is not a gangster. I swear. He's a math teacher. Gangsters do not flee to Paris just to check out Notre Dame.
Do all math teachers look alike? All that leather's just a quirk of his. He's perfectly normal. (At least mostly.) Promise.
Would you quit freaking out on me?
Oh, come on, do you have to give the phone to--oh. Hi, Dad.
No, I really have no idea what happened. Hell. Really?
Oh, yeah. Sorry.
So they actually came over...? What did you say?
I am so sorry.
What do you...? You seriously think that I had anything to do with that? I have no idea what Seifer was doing there. Come on, it is so obvious that Leonhart was the one who called the cops. You know they hate each other. I'll bet you anything Yuffie (the ninja bitch) was involved somehow.
...Dad, this is not "rivalry." I am not "overreacting." They seriously hate each other.
Yeah, yeah, I know. You'd rather listen to Mr Perfect than your only son. Excuse me if I thought, I dunno, that you'd actually believe me. (Though it's not like you ever have before.)
Whatever.
What? No, I'm not sulking. God.
Fine, yeah. Yes. Sorry.
(Y'see, this is why Mom thinks I'm a gangster. Why in hell am I talking to this bastard again?)
What the--hold it, Dad. Someone just...
Ouch. That had to hurt. This kid just did a faceplant down the steps of Notre Dame, a la Disney's Hunchback. Hold up.
You okay, kid? (God, he can't be much more than ten...)
Holy...
Are those things real?
What? I meant your eyes. They're...really, really blue.
...
Sora, huh? So that's your name. You all right? Sora.
Oh yeah. Dad, I have to...
(Holy shit, there's two of them.)
...go.
So. You two live around here...?
Note: I wrote this a while ago, and stuck it on my LJ. Only getting around to uploading it now. I still have a lot of writing projects to work on, but if you want to hear more phone conversations, please request.