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Challenge: [123] Monologues
Title: A Few Minutes to Death
Word Count: 458
Spoilers: KH2 Spoilers
Notes: This’ll be my first drabble posted here - I’m a tad bit nervous about that. Then again, there always has to be a first for everything.
A lone Samurai nobody was perched up at the balconies in the midst of the Organization XIII headquarters. Its back was arched, its nimble legs were staggered and its mind was completely focused on one thing: kill the one who wields the Keyblade. All that it needed to do was to wait for the boy to come - to meet his end from the edge of the nobody’s sword.
“It’ll take a while for the Keyblade bearer to come up here, so you might as well just relax,” a voice muttered in a dark tone behind the Samurai. It didn’t turn around to confirm its guess, but it assumed one of the Dancer nobodies was behind him. “Xigbar is battling him right now, you know. He’s a good fighter - he may even kill the boy a few minutes from now.”
“I pray that he doesn’t,” the Samurai uttered in its deep, raspy voice.
“Oh?” the Dancer crooned, slithering over to the stoic nobody.
“If anyone is going to defeat the traitor, it’ll be me. I have a score to settle with him. He’s slaughtered countless nobodies without a care in the world. These past few days…weeks…even months, the death count has risen thanks to him. My closest friends, my enemies…every nobody that I have met thus far has met their death when they lock eyes with the traitor. He must be stopped - I WILL avenge those nobodies that have fell to his blade.” The Samurai tightened its grip on its sword, digging its feet into the ground even more.
“That’s what every Samurai says before they kick the bucket, you know…” the Dancer slyly responded.
“This time, things are going to end in my favor. I am much more experienced in fighting than the other Samurai nobodies ever will be. I’ve trained longer and harder, therefore, I am more skilled,” the Samurai stated, confidence starting to run through its veins. “I will not lose!”
And then…
“Kairi! We’re coming!”
The Dancer looked up to see a boy accompanied with a duck and a large dog heading their way. Silently, the Samurai pushed off of the floor and flew directly to the boy.
Once meeting the spiky haired traitor, the two stood in a dual stance. Both the Samurai and the boy were concentrated on each other, the latter with his eyes closed. The balconies seemed to get darker and an eerie silence was heard instead of battle cries from the traitor’s comrades.
…
…
The boy’s eyes shot open. The Samurai was quick, but the boy was quicker. In an instant, the Keyblade bearer slashed the Samurai in half, bubbles falling to the ground in its place.
They usually say that they won’t lose too before they die, the Dancer thought as it started to dance with an unwilling partner.
Title: A Few Minutes to Death
Word Count: 458
Spoilers: KH2 Spoilers
Notes: This’ll be my first drabble posted here - I’m a tad bit nervous about that. Then again, there always has to be a first for everything.
A lone Samurai nobody was perched up at the balconies in the midst of the Organization XIII headquarters. Its back was arched, its nimble legs were staggered and its mind was completely focused on one thing: kill the one who wields the Keyblade. All that it needed to do was to wait for the boy to come - to meet his end from the edge of the nobody’s sword.
“It’ll take a while for the Keyblade bearer to come up here, so you might as well just relax,” a voice muttered in a dark tone behind the Samurai. It didn’t turn around to confirm its guess, but it assumed one of the Dancer nobodies was behind him. “Xigbar is battling him right now, you know. He’s a good fighter - he may even kill the boy a few minutes from now.”
“I pray that he doesn’t,” the Samurai uttered in its deep, raspy voice.
“Oh?” the Dancer crooned, slithering over to the stoic nobody.
“If anyone is going to defeat the traitor, it’ll be me. I have a score to settle with him. He’s slaughtered countless nobodies without a care in the world. These past few days…weeks…even months, the death count has risen thanks to him. My closest friends, my enemies…every nobody that I have met thus far has met their death when they lock eyes with the traitor. He must be stopped - I WILL avenge those nobodies that have fell to his blade.” The Samurai tightened its grip on its sword, digging its feet into the ground even more.
“That’s what every Samurai says before they kick the bucket, you know…” the Dancer slyly responded.
“This time, things are going to end in my favor. I am much more experienced in fighting than the other Samurai nobodies ever will be. I’ve trained longer and harder, therefore, I am more skilled,” the Samurai stated, confidence starting to run through its veins. “I will not lose!”
And then…
“Kairi! We’re coming!”
The Dancer looked up to see a boy accompanied with a duck and a large dog heading their way. Silently, the Samurai pushed off of the floor and flew directly to the boy.
Once meeting the spiky haired traitor, the two stood in a dual stance. Both the Samurai and the boy were concentrated on each other, the latter with his eyes closed. The balconies seemed to get darker and an eerie silence was heard instead of battle cries from the traitor’s comrades.
…
…
The boy’s eyes shot open. The Samurai was quick, but the boy was quicker. In an instant, the Keyblade bearer slashed the Samurai in half, bubbles falling to the ground in its place.
They usually say that they won’t lose too before they die, the Dancer thought as it started to dance with an unwilling partner.