Midnight Insanity

A/N: I am back in the drabble business, ladies and gentlemen. Please be on the lookout for more stories from me soon, and REVIEW! Thank you. =]

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, or any of the stores mentioned in this drabble.

Drabble challenge: Target Practice

"Yo Roxas…guess what's on our agenda for today?" Axel rushed up to Roxas as he walked into the large white room (my, that's distinctive…) in the Castle That Never Was

"Uh…shopping? Roxas asked hopefully, who had taken a strange liking to Sears clearance aisles and Bath and Body Works (the lotion made his hands feel super soft!).

"No, silly! We're doing target practice!" Axel replied.

"GASP!" Roxas gasped, "Really? We're going to Target?"

"Nooooo, ding dong! Target practice! As in, shooting!"

"Wha-shooting? Shooting what?" Roxas just woke up feeling like a naïve and annoying five-year-old. That morning.

"Gu-uns!" Click.

Xigbar walked past, humming, loading his guns for the day.

Roxas's eyes widened.

"No, no guns. Magic spells! Because, well, to put it simply, Roxas, you're just really bad at that…" Axel whispered the last part.

"B-but…it's not my fault! The controls on the controller are so-"

Axel held a hand up to gesture Roxas to stop talking, looked down, and merely shook his head. He then looked up and said, "K, buddy, let's head outside."

The two stood outside, their cloaks flying everywhere in the wind.

"Okay, Roxas. Now, we start by focusing all our energy into our weapons. Let's start with fire, shall we? Just focus, hold your weapon out, and say, "fire". Just like this. Watch." Roxas looked as Axel did as he had described, and a ball of flame flew out of his chakrams.

"You try!"

Roxas held out his keyblade and closed his eyes. 'Fire fire fire…oh please let it turn out just like Axel showed me...'

"Fire!" Roxas shouted. Yes, a flaming ball burst out of the keyblade...but, to Roxas's horror, it was heading toward Axel!

"EEEEK!" Axel ran around flailing his arms. "My pants are on fire, my pants are on fire!"

"Axel, you're not wearing pants."

"Yes, I am! My derriere is on fire! Ahh! Roxas! Cast blizzaga! Same process, just an ice spell! Hurry!"

Roxas did as he was told, and focused his spell on Axel's…behind.

"Blizzaga!" Roxas shouted, and a shroud of ice crystals and snow flung over to Axel, putting out the fire, which had burnt a massive hole in his cloak, exposing the pants which he had claimed he was wearing.

"Geez, Roxas….that was some target! Can we please try shooting at the bulls-eyes from now on?" Axel was flustered and a bit irritated (probably because his whole back was freezing now).

Axel and Roxas looked at each other, then glanced over at what was next to the target range.

"…OR MARLUXIA'S ROSE GARDENS!" They cried in unison, then burst into a sprint as the two partners in crime ran, laughing the whole way to the next victim of their target practice.

~Fin