Setzer's Nightmare
Fandom: Final Fantasy VI, Kingdom Hearts II
Genre: Crossover
Characters: Setzer Gabbiani, Roxas
Rating: G
Author's Notes: One day I want to see FFVI!Setzer and Roxas meet in an RP.
"Hey. Rucksack. How about... you throw the match for me?"
A narrow stare. Setzer plied him again. "Let me win, and I'll make it worth your while."
"Get real."
Heh. He wouldn't play along... fine. Setzer stood impassively as the announcer gave the details... the true champion. Bragging rights for a whole year.
If there was anything important to Setzer, it was bragging rights. He was the Struggle champion. Lady Luck had always favored him before; why would she turn against him now for a short, skinny boy with bad taste in clothing? Ah, but she's so fickle-- "Whatever you think is right, you're wrong," he said, in a final effort to unsettle the little upstart. "And that is a big mistake."
The match began. Setzer stood there, savoring the--suddenly the kid dove in, striking hard. Bright red orbs flew everywhere--Setzer hissed, and struck back, hard. Three swift stabs--three swift misses. The kid was moving like a hummingbird! Setzer swung and struck... a few hits, lucky hits, a few blue orbs... meanwhile the kid hit him again and again. Red bounced away from him in waves.
"I'm not supposed to lose!" he said... more puzzled than anything else.
Setzer sat up with a gasp. What... in the world...? He rose from his bed, feeling his way through the dark of his cabin to the cupboard... finding that bottle of Kohlingen brandy and pouring himself a glass with shaking hands. He kept it on hand for nightmares... nightmares of Darril, nightmares of losing... losing the Blackjack, losing his fortunes, once drowning... but...
It had to be a nightmare; every aspect was truly horrific. From the very clothes he'd been wearing, to--what--what had he been fighting with? A toy, a child's toy! And... he'd asked the kid to throw the match?! To throw the match?! To make it worth his while... and... he'd done it before. Somehow he knew he had, in the dream.
Bragging rights for a whole year!
Whatever you think is right, you're wrong. And that is a big mistake. Setzer shuddered. Had... was... was that supposed to be witty? What did it even mean?! He shook his head and sipped the brandy slowly. Don't think about it. It was just a nightmare... no need to fret. Anything could happen in dreams, he reminded himself. None of it meant a thing.
Genre: Crossover
Characters: Setzer Gabbiani, Roxas
Rating: G
Author's Notes: One day I want to see FFVI!Setzer and Roxas meet in an RP.
"Hey. Rucksack. How about... you throw the match for me?"
A narrow stare. Setzer plied him again. "Let me win, and I'll make it worth your while."
"Get real."
Heh. He wouldn't play along... fine. Setzer stood impassively as the announcer gave the details... the true champion. Bragging rights for a whole year.
If there was anything important to Setzer, it was bragging rights. He was the Struggle champion. Lady Luck had always favored him before; why would she turn against him now for a short, skinny boy with bad taste in clothing? Ah, but she's so fickle-- "Whatever you think is right, you're wrong," he said, in a final effort to unsettle the little upstart. "And that is a big mistake."
The match began. Setzer stood there, savoring the--suddenly the kid dove in, striking hard. Bright red orbs flew everywhere--Setzer hissed, and struck back, hard. Three swift stabs--three swift misses. The kid was moving like a hummingbird! Setzer swung and struck... a few hits, lucky hits, a few blue orbs... meanwhile the kid hit him again and again. Red bounced away from him in waves.
"I'm not supposed to lose!" he said... more puzzled than anything else.
Setzer sat up with a gasp. What... in the world...? He rose from his bed, feeling his way through the dark of his cabin to the cupboard... finding that bottle of Kohlingen brandy and pouring himself a glass with shaking hands. He kept it on hand for nightmares... nightmares of Darril, nightmares of losing... losing the Blackjack, losing his fortunes, once drowning... but...
It had to be a nightmare; every aspect was truly horrific. From the very clothes he'd been wearing, to--what--what had he been fighting with? A toy, a child's toy! And... he'd asked the kid to throw the match?! To throw the match?! To make it worth his while... and... he'd done it before. Somehow he knew he had, in the dream.
Bragging rights for a whole year!
Whatever you think is right, you're wrong. And that is a big mistake. Setzer shuddered. Had... was... was that supposed to be witty? What did it even mean?! He shook his head and sipped the brandy slowly. Don't think about it. It was just a nightmare... no need to fret. Anything could happen in dreams, he reminded himself. None of it meant a thing.