KH2; Morning Routine
This is quite rough. I wrote it, like, 10 minutes ago. :D I so pro—~gets bricked~
Title: Morning Routine
Word Count: 413
Summary: You are not supposed to remember what you never met.
Characters: Hayner, Pence, Olette, not!Roxas
The sunlight shone brightly against his eyelids, an irritant he could easily have avoided if he’d remembered to draw his curtains the night before. Why did he always seem to forget?
Hayner rolled over and tried to pull his pillow over his head in an attempt to catch a few more minutes of sleep, to no avail. Awake he was, and awake he would stay. Cursing whatever insane notion had been in his ten-year-old brain to insist upon having the room that faced the sunrise, he dragged himself out of bed and over to the offending window.
Outside, the various shades of twilight in the town were shifting into the brighter hue that meant the sun was climbing higher in the sky, and the shops and merchants were, accordingly, waking up as well, the first bustle of activity that preceded lazy afternoons.
As Hayner yawned in defiance at the morning sun, Pence and Olette came jogging around the block, Pence’s stride turned slightly backward to gently tease Olette about falling behind. Olette was giving him her best I’m-going-to-eat-your-face look she only reserved for when Pence came over to drag her out on morning jogs. Only Pence dared to disturb Olette in the morning, the brave man.
Pence saw Hayner at the window and waved, and while Hayner was waving back Olette turned to him and gave him a Look that clearly meant, If you’re not out and doing your own morning exercises by the time Pence and I jog back here I am dragging you out to jog with us.
Hayner raised his hands in surrender, and pulled himself quickly back in from the window, in case Olette and Pence wanted to be vindictive and sped up their lap around his block.
But as he walked out his door and Pence and Olette not even in sight around the corner (score for Hayner and the sword!), Struggle bat in hand, muscles stretched, and as he fell into guard position and continued in the long familiar moves of his morning routine, the street felt…empty. Surely there had never been anyone to accompany him in morning sword-training exercises. Surely the space in front of him shouldn’t feel empty. Surely the moves of his routine shouldn’t feel like a mock spar, his movements only half of a set.
Hayner stopped, and straightened. Pence and Olette came around the corner. They teased him for just escaping the jog, and Hayner laughed and picked up his routine again.
Kingdom Hearts, writings | Jac the Tripper | 25 July 2008 |
