Tragedy [Lexaeus/Luxord]
Title: Tragedy
Pairing: Luxord/Lexaeus [snerk. more like Lex/Lux]
Written For: arson_attrition (apparently I like you today :3)
Type: rofl... total humor, 100%. not that it's not serious, just funny.
Rating: PG? PG-13?
Disclaimer: do not own. do not want.
No one had ever seen Luxord like this. He'd never been one to lose his temper, and nothing seemed to upset him, ever. So it was even more surprising when he appeared in the sitting room at the World that Never Was, out of breath, glaring eveil death at every Nobody in the room. Demyx shrank away - scary! And pretty much everyone else felt like doing the same.
Except one, of course. Lexaeus turned back to his book, unsurprised. Didn't everyone know the Gambler of Fate's obsession with sugary breakfast cereals? Apparently not. He looked up and caught Zexion's eye, who shrugged.
"It's gone!"
Axel rolled his eyes. "What's gone?"
"...It!"
"WHAT?"
Xaldin appeared in the doorway behind Luxord, fighting not to grin. "The Gambler is out of cereal."
Demyx and Axel exchanged confused looks. "What?"
Vexen snorted derisively. "Come on! No one cares about your breakfast!"
"Cereal. Breakfast. Munchies!" Luxord slammed his hands on the coffee table and glared at the Nocturne. "WHERE IS IT?"
Lexaeus sighed and marked his place in the book he was reading. He stood up, and the room quieted - it was rare for the Silent Hero to get involved in the petty quarrels between the other members of the Organization. "Luxord." The voice was steady and sobering, and Luxord felt the rage melting away.
He straightened up and tried to look Lexaeus in the eye - certainly a feat. The Gambler scowled.
"Why should it be our problem if you've run out of cereal?" Lexaeus met the scowl - it was almost a pout, really - with an emotionless mask.
"Because," Luxord explained, gesturing with his hands. "Yesterday, there was half a box left. Half a box."
Lexaeus nodded solemly, then turned towards the avid watchers in the sitting room. "Did anyone here take Luxord's cereal? Fess up."
Silence.
"All right, then - either we have a phantom theif in the world that never was..." The barest hint of a smirk crossed his face. "Or this is someone's idea of a joke."
"A joke?! This is not a joke. This is a tragedy. Tragedies are not funny."
Luxord could have sworn Lexaeus was grinning. It must have been a trick of the light.
"Do you want me to get you a new box?"
Luxord thought about this, frowning. "Fine. Make it quick. I'll be in my room, and unless someone wants to confess their sin of theivery, they'd best be leaving me in peace."
{ + }
Lexaeus set the new box of cereal down on Luxord's desk; then, after a moment's consideration, followed it with a plastic bag half full of the same stuff.
"That really wasn't funny, you know," Luxord said, pouting for real this time.
"Actually? It really, really was. In fact, it was hilarious." Lexaues chuckled, and a smile lit up his usually-stoic features. "The look on your face was priceless."
Luxord sighed. "You couldn't have just taken my word for it, could you? I told you I was scary when I get really angry."
"Yeah, it was kind of scary." He grinned as Luxord gave him an 'oh please' look. He was right, nothing scared the Silent Hero. "...Cute, though."
Luxord blinked. "Cute?"
"Definitely cute." The smile really made all the difference. "In fact, I think I want to see it again."
"No, you don't!" Luxord slammed his hand down on the table. "I'll bet you 200 munny and a night of carnal pleasure that you'll never be able to make me that angry again."
Lexaeus grinned. "You're on."
Pairing: Luxord/Lexaeus [snerk. more like Lex/Lux]
Written For: arson_attrition (apparently I like you today :3)
Type: rofl... total humor, 100%. not that it's not serious, just funny.
Rating: PG? PG-13?
Disclaimer: do not own. do not want.
No one had ever seen Luxord like this. He'd never been one to lose his temper, and nothing seemed to upset him, ever. So it was even more surprising when he appeared in the sitting room at the World that Never Was, out of breath, glaring eveil death at every Nobody in the room. Demyx shrank away - scary! And pretty much everyone else felt like doing the same.
Except one, of course. Lexaeus turned back to his book, unsurprised. Didn't everyone know the Gambler of Fate's obsession with sugary breakfast cereals? Apparently not. He looked up and caught Zexion's eye, who shrugged.
"It's gone!"
Axel rolled his eyes. "What's gone?"
"...It!"
"WHAT?"
Xaldin appeared in the doorway behind Luxord, fighting not to grin. "The Gambler is out of cereal."
Demyx and Axel exchanged confused looks. "What?"
Vexen snorted derisively. "Come on! No one cares about your breakfast!"
"Cereal. Breakfast. Munchies!" Luxord slammed his hands on the coffee table and glared at the Nocturne. "WHERE IS IT?"
Lexaeus sighed and marked his place in the book he was reading. He stood up, and the room quieted - it was rare for the Silent Hero to get involved in the petty quarrels between the other members of the Organization. "Luxord." The voice was steady and sobering, and Luxord felt the rage melting away.
He straightened up and tried to look Lexaeus in the eye - certainly a feat. The Gambler scowled.
"Why should it be our problem if you've run out of cereal?" Lexaeus met the scowl - it was almost a pout, really - with an emotionless mask.
"Because," Luxord explained, gesturing with his hands. "Yesterday, there was half a box left. Half a box."
Lexaeus nodded solemly, then turned towards the avid watchers in the sitting room. "Did anyone here take Luxord's cereal? Fess up."
Silence.
"All right, then - either we have a phantom theif in the world that never was..." The barest hint of a smirk crossed his face. "Or this is someone's idea of a joke."
"A joke?! This is not a joke. This is a tragedy. Tragedies are not funny."
Luxord could have sworn Lexaeus was grinning. It must have been a trick of the light.
"Do you want me to get you a new box?"
Luxord thought about this, frowning. "Fine. Make it quick. I'll be in my room, and unless someone wants to confess their sin of theivery, they'd best be leaving me in peace."
{ + }
Lexaeus set the new box of cereal down on Luxord's desk; then, after a moment's consideration, followed it with a plastic bag half full of the same stuff.
"That really wasn't funny, you know," Luxord said, pouting for real this time.
"Actually? It really, really was. In fact, it was hilarious." Lexaues chuckled, and a smile lit up his usually-stoic features. "The look on your face was priceless."
Luxord sighed. "You couldn't have just taken my word for it, could you? I told you I was scary when I get really angry."
"Yeah, it was kind of scary." He grinned as Luxord gave him an 'oh please' look. He was right, nothing scared the Silent Hero. "...Cute, though."
Luxord blinked. "Cute?"
"Definitely cute." The smile really made all the difference. "In fact, I think I want to see it again."
"No, you don't!" Luxord slammed his hand down on the table. "I'll bet you 200 munny and a night of carnal pleasure that you'll never be able to make me that angry again."
Lexaeus grinned. "You're on."