Notes: This entire batch of ficlets came from prompts given at the Dreamwidth community fic_promptly.


Don't need the city, Kingdom Hearts, Roxas/Axel, cause our days were numbered by nights on too many Hearts, Roxas/any, 'cause our days were numbered by nights on too many rooftops. (Burn this City, Cartel)) (theme: song lyrics) *

Roxas didn't need this city. He didn't want this. He believed that the City that Never Was cared for him, and he wondered if Axel really did. When they weren't in Twilight Town, they were in the darkened City, jumping from rooftop to rooftop while the Heart shaped moon looked on, ever watchful, ever shining.

Neither one of them liked the moon the way they liked the sunset skies. The moon never painted the sky with anything but a light that even Roxas didn't appreciate. Axel certainly never spoke of the moon because it reminded him far too much of the dreaded Saix, but even without him, Axel was the sun, so quite naturally, he walked away when Saix moved forward.

He never walked away from Roxas. Never. Instead, he followed Roxas every chance he got, and when the boy wanted sea-salt ice cream, Axel made sure to get him some. When Roxas wanted to rest on a rooftop, Axel made sure that he would do so.

Still, Roxas didn't want to be in the Organization anymore. He didn't need this city since he believed that it never cared for him. He didn't want this, and he wasn't even sure if he wanted Axel. Roxas just wanted out with no explanation other than,

" 'Cause our days were numbered by nights on too many roof tops."

He didn't expect anyone to understand, and wasn't sure if he cared.


Actions, Kingdom Hearts 2, Cloud/Leon, Actions speak louder than words

Cloud and Leon had one thing in common: they didn't talk much unless they had to. They never told anyone that they could fight;they showed it. They never told anyone that they were friends;they simply stayed together. Neither one of them never had to say anything about having anyone's back;they simply did.

During the battle of a Thousand Heartless, they swung their large swords like madmen, plowing through their enemies like grass. They only spoke when they needed to point out an enemy, and even then, a weapon sufficed. They stood back to back, knowing that nothing will happen to them, not on each other's watch.

Sora didn't ask with words, he asked with his eyes. Leon simply nodded, while Cloud pointed to more Heartless. When Sora left, the two men embraced, not saying anything. When more foes appeared, they disappeared just as quickly. Together Cloud and Leon feared nothing, not Heartless, not Dusks, not Nobodies, not Sora. No one had to mention such an obvious fact. Words didn't suffice, actions did.


No One Suspected,Kingdom Hearts, Mickey, proof of mastery

No one suspected that King Mickey could fight. No one thought he wield a blade as well as, say, Ansem or even Sora himself. Mickey never really showed off since he wasn't the sort to do that, but when he went into combat, everyone knew what he could do. So, needless to say, Mickey never got into fights very often. Who in their right mind would do so? The Keyblade proved his mastery of all things combative. His incredible skill with other weapons did the same, along with his magic, and his general good cheer that never went away.

Like any mouse, Mickey never said much, but he made sure to carry a big Keyblade.


Scars, Kingdom Hearts 2, Saix, there is something beautiful...

Author's choice, author's choice, There is something beautiful about all scars of whatever nature. A scar means the hurt is over, the wound is closed and healed, done with.

Saix wears a criss-cross scar on his forehead. He makes no effort to hide it with his long blue hair, conceal it with make-up or cover it up in any way, shape or form. He wears it like he owns it, like he made it himself, like he purchased it at a store. No one asks where he got it from because no one in Organization Thirteen cares, and even if they did, they would assume that it came from a battle or the desire for symbolism. To Saix, there is something beautiful about all scars of whatever nature. A scar means the hurt is over, the wound is closed and healed, done with.

He never has to tell anyone either. Only show.