WELL, THIS ISN'T LIKE, A MONTH LATE, NOOOO.
Title: The Catch
Characters: Lexaeus, Ursula (The Little Mermaid)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 725
Summary: Ursula tries to strike a deal, but Lexaeus is more clever than that.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Kingdom Hearts. Fair enough.
A/N: Ursula, you delightful piece of work. I only wish I could write you as well as you should be.
Despite what he was expecting, Atlantica wasn’t as bad as what Larxene had told him. True, it was a bit disconcerting, not having legs, but even though he was under tons of water, he was fairly content here. The earth was just as close to him as if he were on the surface, perhaps even closer. Now, if only he could figure out how to stop drifting to the left every time he moved, things would go so much more smoothly.
“Having some trouble, love?”
Despite the words, it wasn’t a particularly helpful voice. “I’ve got it under control, ma’am,” Lexaeus replied, keeping a wary eye on the intimidating-looking woman who had slipped out from among the coral reefs.
“I’m not referring to your little swimming problem,” Ursula cooed, floating around behind the Nobody. “I’m talking about the other one.”
Lexaeus drifted around, looking at Ursula curiously. He’d heard of her before, if he wasn’t mistaken. A sea witch, one who dealt more in black magic than she liked to admit to the unknowing public. “What do you know about that?”
“Enough to know we could strike a good deal,” Ursula answered smugly, twirling a tentacle around Lexaeus’s tail. Tersely, he flicked it away, and Ursula laughed.
“Mm, I like tough men. Guess you’re too good for help from little old me, huh?”
Harsh snickering emanated from the cave behind her, where two shady-looking eels poked their heads out from the darkness.
“You don’t want to turn down Ursula now,” Flotsam hissed, grinning (in a way that only eels can grin).
“She’s oh so helpful…” Jetsam added, smirk matching the other eel’s.
Lexaeus grunted indifferently, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’ll hear your offer, witch, but that doesn’t mean I’ll take it.”
“That’s a good boy,” Ursula purred, petting Flotsam on the head. “Now, a passing fishie told me that you’re looking for a special little goody. I can help you get two very strong ones.”
Lexaeus was unimpressed. “I have to commend you for your ability to speak vaguely.” Not that he didn’t know quite a few people who were adept at such a thing, but it was still interesting to see how they explained things. Such was the case with this woman.
“Looks like you’ve played this game before,” Ursula replied, still smiling.
“I have some experience, yes. And I have time that I shouldn’t be wasting.”
Ursula laughed, waving a hand nonchalantly. “Hearts, m’dear, hearts. I have two of them that are…particularly strong. You just have to get them.”
“And in return you want…?”
“Oh, nothing too out of your way,” Ursula said with a smile. “Just a little trinket. A trident.”
Lexaeus snorted. “Bit of a big trinket. What’s the catch?”
“Catch?” Ursula repeated innocently.
“There must be some reason a resourceful woman like yourself needs to employ the help of another,” Lexaeus pointed out, eyeing the pair of eels cautiously as they swam slowly around him. Not that he couldn’t take them out if needed, but it never hurt to be careful.
“Oh, you amuse me more at every passing comment. Very clever of you,” Ursula said, slicking back her hair. “If you must know, they aren’t very fond of me. Always think I’m up to no good. It would be more…prudent to go about things in a different way.” She let out an exaggerated sigh. “But if everything goes as planned, you’ll have your hearts, and I’ll have my trident without any hassle.”
At a glance, it seemed like a decent idea. But no matter what anyone said, there was always a catch. More information, Lexaeus decided, would be needed before anything could be done about the situation. And until then, it was best to not give any definite answers.
“If you wouldn’t mind holding your offer until tomorrow, I will have a reply for you,” Lexaeus informed Ursula. His expression, however, left no room for negotiation.
Ursula frowned, but didn’t protest. She knew not to push her luck. Flotsam stuck out his tongue at the Nobody.
“Of course I’ll wait, dear,” the witch assured him in that sweetly condescending tone, flicking a tentacle under Lexaeus’s chin. “After waiting so long already, one more day won’t hurt.”
And as Ursula and her minions disappeared, Lexaeus couldn’t help but wonder how he always managed to attract such unsavory characters.
end.