Kingdom Hearts } Role Model
Word Count: 718
Genre: Action, Suspense
Ships?: None.
Characters: Olette, Tifa Lockhart
→Mentions: Hayner, Pence
Rating: PG, for violence
Spoilers: KHII - Roxas Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any related characters. This was written out of enjoyment of the series, and no profit is being made.
Notes: Done a real long time ago for the kh_drabble Secret Santa. Takes place during KHI.
Olette runs into the strangest stray she's ever seen.
Role Model
Olette wanted to be a vet.
So she had started volunteering at the Twilight Town Animal Shelter. She was a natural when it came to bandaging wounds and keeping the animals calm. She was getting better at not squirming at the sight of blood, but if there was anything Olette was, it was an average fifteen-year-old girl.
She was a fifteen-year-old girl surprisingly dedicated to what she considered her job, however. Because when turned into the third alleyway home (the sun had set for real by now) the first thing she noticed were the yellow eyes peering at her from behind the garbage can. She smiled to herself, and sat down on her haunches a couple of feet away. “Hey, kitty! Are you lost?” she asked softly.
The eyes shifted in response and Olette pursed her lips, making squeaking sounds. She probably didn’t sound anything like a mouse, but she’d be willing to try anything to draw this little one out. Maybe it was a just a housecat wandering around, but it never hurt to check.
She fell back on her butt when the cat jumped out at her suddenly, its…ears twitching.
Only they weren’t ears. They were…antennae. The whole thing looked like an inky blob with yellow bulbous eyes. (How had she not noticed how round they were before?) It stood up, crouched on its hind legs, its front claws twitching eagerly along with the rest of its body.
“Alright.” Olette chuckled nervously, pushing herself backwards on her hands. “You aren’t lost, I guess.”
The thing leaped and caught the bottom of her pants with its claws before she managed to shake it off and run.
She was running down Market Street, towards the Sandlot, when she heard something clatter across the cobbled street behind her. She threw her hands over her head in case the thing was getting ready to jump at her, and despite the blaring warning signals in her brain, looked back.
Good news: someone had thrown a trashcan at the thing, and it was pinned beneath it.
Bad news: there were more of them.
Worse news: they were all chasing her.
A shriek bubbled in her throat and it almost worked its way out, but she had to concentrate on running for her life instead of adhering to the rules of the horror movie she had suddenly walked into. As she ran into the Sandlot, she was relieved to see the ‘dead end’ rule also didn’t apply.
She stopped in the center of the arena, trying to catch her breath, watching those things come closer. She thought about how she should’ve taken up those Struggle classes with Hayner and Pence. And when she blinked, she realized she was crying because Hayner and Pence. She’d never see them again.
One of the blobs leaped up at her face -
A trashcan lid slammed into the top of its head, and it dropped out the air, where it lay twitching for a few seconds before a boot stomped through its torso. It disintegrated into black mist that blew away on the wind.
Olette looked up into the red eyes of one of the waitresses of Seventh Heaven, the café-bar owned by the strangers with the (presumably) dark and mysterious past. No one in town knew where the owners had come from, and they were tight-lipped about it, despite their friendly service. This was Tifa, if Olette remembered correctly. The woman smiled. “You alright?”
She nodded slowly. “Yeah, I’m okay.” She brushed at her eyes, feeling embarrassed as she felt another tear spill over. “Thanks to you.”
Tifa turned, her dolphin-tail swishing as more black things materialized. They had the same twitchy movements as the first, but these looked more humanoid, standing completely upright and wearing silver helmets that gleamed under the starlight.
The waitress rolled her eyes, readjusting the suspenders attached to her skirt and lifting her fists to her face. “Stay close to me, okay? This won’t take long.”
Olette nodded, and watched as the woman leapt into action again. It was when Tifa threw one of the monsters into another one and both exploded into black dust that Olette wished she could do that. She wished she could be brave enough to risk herself for a stranger.
Olette wanted to be like Tifa Lockhart.
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Genre: Action, Suspense
Ships?: None.
Characters: Olette, Tifa Lockhart
→Mentions: Hayner, Pence
Rating: PG, for violence
Spoilers: KHII - Roxas Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any related characters. This was written out of enjoyment of the series, and no profit is being made.
Notes: Done a real long time ago for the kh_drabble Secret Santa. Takes place during KHI.
Olette runs into the strangest stray she's ever seen.
Role Model
Olette wanted to be a vet.
So she had started volunteering at the Twilight Town Animal Shelter. She was a natural when it came to bandaging wounds and keeping the animals calm. She was getting better at not squirming at the sight of blood, but if there was anything Olette was, it was an average fifteen-year-old girl.
She was a fifteen-year-old girl surprisingly dedicated to what she considered her job, however. Because when turned into the third alleyway home (the sun had set for real by now) the first thing she noticed were the yellow eyes peering at her from behind the garbage can. She smiled to herself, and sat down on her haunches a couple of feet away. “Hey, kitty! Are you lost?” she asked softly.
The eyes shifted in response and Olette pursed her lips, making squeaking sounds. She probably didn’t sound anything like a mouse, but she’d be willing to try anything to draw this little one out. Maybe it was a just a housecat wandering around, but it never hurt to check.
She fell back on her butt when the cat jumped out at her suddenly, its…ears twitching.
Only they weren’t ears. They were…antennae. The whole thing looked like an inky blob with yellow bulbous eyes. (How had she not noticed how round they were before?) It stood up, crouched on its hind legs, its front claws twitching eagerly along with the rest of its body.
“Alright.” Olette chuckled nervously, pushing herself backwards on her hands. “You aren’t lost, I guess.”
The thing leaped and caught the bottom of her pants with its claws before she managed to shake it off and run.
She was running down Market Street, towards the Sandlot, when she heard something clatter across the cobbled street behind her. She threw her hands over her head in case the thing was getting ready to jump at her, and despite the blaring warning signals in her brain, looked back.
Good news: someone had thrown a trashcan at the thing, and it was pinned beneath it.
Bad news: there were more of them.
Worse news: they were all chasing her.
A shriek bubbled in her throat and it almost worked its way out, but she had to concentrate on running for her life instead of adhering to the rules of the horror movie she had suddenly walked into. As she ran into the Sandlot, she was relieved to see the ‘dead end’ rule also didn’t apply.
She stopped in the center of the arena, trying to catch her breath, watching those things come closer. She thought about how she should’ve taken up those Struggle classes with Hayner and Pence. And when she blinked, she realized she was crying because Hayner and Pence. She’d never see them again.
One of the blobs leaped up at her face -
A trashcan lid slammed into the top of its head, and it dropped out the air, where it lay twitching for a few seconds before a boot stomped through its torso. It disintegrated into black mist that blew away on the wind.
Olette looked up into the red eyes of one of the waitresses of Seventh Heaven, the café-bar owned by the strangers with the (presumably) dark and mysterious past. No one in town knew where the owners had come from, and they were tight-lipped about it, despite their friendly service. This was Tifa, if Olette remembered correctly. The woman smiled. “You alright?”
She nodded slowly. “Yeah, I’m okay.” She brushed at her eyes, feeling embarrassed as she felt another tear spill over. “Thanks to you.”
Tifa turned, her dolphin-tail swishing as more black things materialized. They had the same twitchy movements as the first, but these looked more humanoid, standing completely upright and wearing silver helmets that gleamed under the starlight.
The waitress rolled her eyes, readjusting the suspenders attached to her skirt and lifting her fists to her face. “Stay close to me, okay? This won’t take long.”
Olette nodded, and watched as the woman leapt into action again. It was when Tifa threw one of the monsters into another one and both exploded into black dust that Olette wished she could do that. She wished she could be brave enough to risk herself for a stranger.
Olette wanted to be like Tifa Lockhart.
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