[Kingdom Hearts] Fic: The Heist
A gift for alarielle! It's kind of set in my Dragoon epic universe, though the Geomancers never show up in it, or are mentioned at all. I just love writing about servant Nobodies. I really, really do. My silly, feel good minded brain had to do something after yesterday's fic, I guess.
The Heist
"What, exactly, are we doing?" Oleander asks.
Oleander isn't his name. As far as she knows, he doesn't have a name-- most of the servants don't, or only share them with a very small group of trusted friends. More of them have nicknames; Soprano and Alto are so famous that even the Numbers know them by name and on sight. The two Dancers are always together, if not hovering over IX and fussing at him, and she knows there has to be something more between them. Or First, the oldest of the servants, with her soft voice and air of command that none of them consider disobeying her.
She doesn't know who started calling him Oleander. Maybe it was their master, maybe it was another Geomancer. They all know him by that name now; he's the master's favorite, the smartest and the most important among them.
Oleander is also the one that needs to lighten up. By a lot.
"Can't you guess?" she chides as she runs across another roof, and leaps over the gap between two houses. She can fly, all Geomancers can, but there's nothing quite like running across rooftops to give one the impression of being a proper thief.
Unimpressed, Oleander floats after her. "We're going to make asses of ourselves?"
She doesn't dignify that with a response, and leaps off the house to lurk in a tree. Technically, she's probably supposed to be keeping an eye on the other Organization members whilst floating whimsically about and looking adorably vapid. It's one of the things the Geomancers are good at-- possibly second best at.
Geomancers are first best at killing people.
And while she's always adorable, there's only so much vapid she can handle. Oleander's even better at it than she is, but he likes hiding and eavesdropping. Oleander knows more about everyone than anyone.
He walks down one of the branches, and studies the plaza before them. In the middle of the night, the street lights cast a hazy glow on the dark storefronts. "Okay, I give up."
They've never really had missions in Hollow Bastion; but they're not here to scope out potential targets. At least, not that kind of target. She leaps off the branch and drifts beside him, pointing at a building. "In there."
Oleander tilts his head to one side. "Why?" he asks, skeptical.
"You'll see," she assures him, and disappears.
It's one thing she's always loved about the Darkness. It was so easy to just pop into places and leave with whatever she wanted. Unfortunately, she found that, as a Nobody, there wasn't much she actually wanted enough to take it back to the castle with her.
Oleander appears next to her, silent for a long moment. "So. Two Geomancers walk into an ice cream store...."
"You needed a vacation or a reward or something, you work too much." She searches through the freezers, not really thinking about the way Oleander just stands there, seeming to not know what to do with himself. She's always surprised by how few of the Nobodies had ever had ice cream-- what kind of barbaric worlds had they come from? "Everyone loves ice cream."
Oleander watches her, silent. He's probably touched, or something, that anyone would consider doing anything nice for him.
"What flavor do you like?"
"Vanilla," he answers, and there's something in his voice that makes her look back at him, curious. "Oh. Uh. I'm lactose intolerant," Oleander says, sheepish.
She stares at him. "...Oh."
"We can still hijack the ice cream, if you want."
It wouldn't have been the same.