Predators
Chapter 2
Trophic Levels
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, unless otherwise mentioned, and they therefore belong to Square Enix and Disney. Sweet, simple, to the point.
Anyways, here's the new update! This time we follow Roxas as he gives his side of the story! I warn you now, you will need your dictionary with this one. I certainly used mine! Anyways, I've decided that each chapter title will not only relate to the chapter, but to the topic of 'Predators' in general. If you need help with terms, go to wikipedia. That's where I'll be getting most of the terms.
Just remember that this takes place before 'Chain of Memories', so the characters might seem out of character a bit!
Roxas fumed. He couldn't stand ten minutes with that airhead, let alone three days! Who did they think he was, the grand master of Patience? That lanky buffoon was like a walking temper tantrum! He was always either mad or sulking, and the littlest thing set him off.
He made his way past the large doors until he reached the fourth one on the left in the main corridor. This brought him to a much narrower hallway, with a plain black door at the end. It was hardly used, but was there as a way to bypass the hallway and whoevershould happen to be in there.
Stepping into the industrial sized kitchen, Roxas headed for the pantry. The food closet held enough to feed the entire group for an entire month, and had every sort of ingredient, from the weird to the rare. The blond made his way to a glass doored cooler in the back. Knowing exactly what he wanted, he found it, and slammed the panty door on the way out.
Stalking over to a cupboard, Roxas pulled out one of the short, square glass. He filled that with ice and turned to find Saix sitting at the island, watching him with a quizical look. Ignoring the look he was recieving, Roxas set the glass on the black granite and sat on the opposite stool.
"Aren't you a little young to be drinking that?" The blue haired man quried.
"Oh, shut it." Roxas grumbled, twisting the cap off of the bottle. "It's not like anyone's going to enforce that here."
Normally, Saix would have mentioned something about respecting his superiors and possibly lost his temper. However, after spending the day listening to Vexen rant about the very same topic all day while the scarred man cleaned the lab, Saix simply felt like slapping Xemnas just for the heck of it. Respect could go to hell for all he cared at the moment.
"So," the older man began, pausing to take a drink, not reacting to the potency of the straight vodka "What's gotten you into such a rightfully foul mood?" He watched the under-aged blond with a raised blue eyebrow.
"I can sum it up into eight words." This time he took a longer swig. "Three days in the Pride lands with Axel." Roxas pulled a folded piece of parchment from his left coat pocket and handed it to the diviner.
Saix looked over the mission description and requirements. Indeed, the newest member of their dysfunctional family was going on an extended vacation with the fire weilder. The man himself had no issues with Axel, though he had heard that he often exhibited an amount of recalcitrance that other members found plaugesome.
"Why would you hate Axel so much? I can understand why you wouldn't like the Pride lands, I hate the place myself, but what about Axel has you drinking one of the strongest alcohols we have?"
Roxas finished his glass and set to playing with it in his hands. He hadn't had that much to begin with, but he already felt more relaxed. That's why he preferred having Luxord on shopping duty. He always knew how to get the best liquor. He didn't drink often, but when he did, Roxas wanted something strong.
"Axel happens to be the most self-centered, vile, cantankerous person I have ever had the displeasure of coming in contact with. His temper is as horrible as a four-year-old's on sugar that missed their nap! That and he has no mastery of his element! He may be able to control it, but it's a mediocre manipulation at best! He's had this malignant attitude towards me ever since he met me, like I was some vulgar plebeian who isn't worth the dirt I stand on!" By this time, Roxas had filled his glass again, though only with enough to knock back in a gulp or two, ignoring the sting.
"Well, there isn't much I can do or say that'll help you with your issues with our beloved number eight, but if he continues to bother you about your reputation or your rank, go ahead and pick a fight with him. Stand up for yourself and try to alter the pecking order. He might just come to respect you." Saix turned to leave, taking his glass and the bottle from where it sat dutifully in front of the slightly squiffy teen. "Just don't be late to leave. That'll be sure to set off his temper." and the dining room door swung shut.
Roxas only tilted the glass so an ice cube fell into his mouth, and shook his head. Like Axel would ever stop being a preponderant jerk? Not likely.
"Are you ready to go?" The rather bored but reluctant redhead uttered, not looking at the blond as he approached.
"As if you care." Roxas growled indignantly.
"I'll take that as a yes. The first stop is the..." Axel halted when he noticed a strong, rather familiar odor hanging in the air near the teen. He finally turned to the teen and sniffed lightly. "Roxas... Were you drinking?"
That Night, as the rest of the organization sat in the large dining hall, Saix couldn't help but lean over to ask something of their superior.
"Sir, if you don't mind me asking, why did you send numbers eight and thirteen to the Pride lands together? You know as well as I that they dispise each other." the curious azul haired man wondered.
"The answer is actually quite simple." Xemnas set down his goblet, and replaced a stray piece of hair that rested on his nose. "They now have three days of male bonding to settle out whatever differences they seem to think are worth beating each other's brains out over, and we get three days of peace and quiet here."
"So you just wanted them out of the castle?"
"Exactly."
Oh, don't we just love that Xemnas? Can't say I blame him though! It's loud enough in such a tiny castle without all that extra fighting!
Actually, there was a part in there where i just couldn't decide what word to use. When I was trying to find a word to replace 'drunk', I came across two words that just sent me into fits of giggles. 'Crapulous' and 'squiffy'. Squiffy won. It sounded like more fun!
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