Author's Note: This one was another of the little skits that I created to entertain my two friends and I. There's not any real plot behind it and it's pathetically short but it was cute and they seemed to think it was funny so I decided that I had accomplished my mission of entertainment. So, for your reading pleasure, "You Loser." It might become longer later on if I decide to add chapters like I'm thinking about doing. I guess it all depends upon what my pals want. Like my profile says: I don't really care what other people think as long as my best friends are entertained by what I write...Or disturbed...Or both. Yeah both is better. Sue me; I'm weird. (Feedback is always welcome!)
You Loser
"Stop right there or I'll shoot!" shouted Axel to Sora, cornering the boy in an alley.
"With what? You only have chakrams!" retorted Sora.
"I'll...Shoot you with...- shut up and prepare to die already." growled Axel in response, frowning.
Before anything else could be said, the damage done to the building during their battle took its final toll on its structure and several bricks plummetted through the air and hit Axel in the head, knocking him out.
Seeing his opportunity to escape and plan what to do about the confrontation for later uses, Sora quickly jumped over the unconscious Nobody and disappeared around the corner.
Later that evening, Axel awoke back at Castle Oblivion with his head in Zexion's lap and ice on the large bump on his head, hair being stroked gently.
"What the hell happened?" he grumbled, regretting his words quickly for the headache that sprang to life as he spoke.
"You lost." Zexion stated simply.
"I lost?"
"Yes." Marluxia replied to him for the sober-faced Nobody pampering the redhead. "To a building."
The End?
