Air Soldier
Isa tapped his foot impatiently as he glanced at the giant castle that awaited them, so close, yet just out of reach. Every now and again he would glance back towards the center of the square, which was currently serving as a battlefield for his friend Lea, and some unknown boy they had just found.
It was only a few minutes later, when Lea's frisbees were knocked from his hands, and the redhead was sent flying through the air before landing spectacularly on his behind.
"You... Had enough?" He was panting, completely out of breath. "'Cause I'm... Willing to call it a draw... If you are."
Smirking, Isa walked up, taking his friend's loss as his cue to have a bit of fun.
"From where I stood, the only thing you drew was a big L on your forehead for "Loser"..."Lame", "Laughable"... "
Of course, this produced the desired result, and Lea began to whine rather pitifully and make up several other(far less funny) things that Isa could have said instead.
"Oh, you mean I was supposed to lie."
The three laughed together for a bit before Isa was finally able to drag Lea away from his newest conquest. The mysterious boy- He said his name was Ventus?- expressed his disappointment in their sudden need to leave.
"I'll see ya when I see ya. After all, we're friends now." Lea said, turning around and looking Ventus in the eye. "Get it memorized."
'Just don't forget about the friends you have here...' Isa thought, as he paused to wait once again. A ghost of a smile found it's way onto his face. 'You dummy.'
Large Body
Saïx had known plenty of muscle-bound fools in his lifetime.
Lexaeus was not one of them.
He had never spoken to the man before, aside from that first time he had stolen into the castle and was promptly kicked out, so he had no reason to suspect that he was any different. He treated him in the same manner as the other five, who had demanded his loyalty and respect, but secretly laughed, with his once-friend Lea.
It wasn't until the day that the huge man had nearly bumped his head in a too-short doorway that Saïx finally learned what he was like.
Lexaeus, who was normally careful of doorways and other things which could possibly bring harm to his skull and precious brain meats, had been deep in conversation with Zexion, and had not been paying attention. He hadn't even noticed when they approached the room, and was not-so-pleasantly surprised when his head collided with the top of the arch from whence he was supposed to enter.
Saïx had laughed quietly to himself and Axel, before the redhead decided to speak up. Perhaps Axel had not quite been in his right mind that day, or perhaps he was just a little too confident. Either way, he chose to speak up.
"Hey, Saïx. Living proof something can be alive with no heart and no brain."
That was it. Lexaeus calmly walked over to where Axel and Saïx were sitting, punched each of them in the face once, and walked back to Zexion to resume their discussion as if nothing had happened.
That was the one of the last times when Saïx would judge someone by their looks. In fact, it was the penultimate time he would judge someone who could do him grievous harm.
'Twas a pity the second one had a Keyblade and a burning desire for revenge.
A/N: UGH. I HATE BOTH OF THESE.
Give me CC if you want, but I'll probably just cringe and writhe in metaphorical pain because I have no idea how to make these not awful. I think it has something to do that it's impossible for me to give something other than a sad/bittersweet/really confusing ending.
Okay, enough excuses.
The next two are Red Nocturne and Blue Rhapsody. I actually have ideas for those ones, so expect them to be less shitty.
Yeah.
