Author: Trilies
Genre: Humor, hints of familyshipping, Romance
Word length: 869
Sypnosis Vexen and his lover Lucrecia are having yet another argument, one that looks fairly serious. How can the others help them get closer and stop the fighting? Obvious answer: do a musical.
Rating: PG for silliness. Oh, wait, Axel uses some language?
Yaoi/Yuri/Pairings: Familyship Vexen&Xion&Zexion, Friendship Axel&Roxas&Xion, FauxSiblingship Xion&Zexion, Romanticship Vexen/Lucrecia
Notes: It's all Ana's fault, and that's all I'm saying. I haven't even watched Enchanted, which is to blame. XD Although it doesn't help that I am a complete sucker for musicals. May be part of a series...?
Prologue
BOOM!
Books rattled in their shelves, a few unlucky novels crashing to the floor. Gently closing the book he holds in his own hands, Zexion narrows his eyes and frowns. Cosy and comfortable in his Library, he shifts in his armchair before standing up. Normally, the ruckus caused by battles or explosions from Vexen's lab can't be heard in this place... That means whatever had happened-
The double set of doors to the Library suddenly open, and Zexion's thoughts are put on hold for a moment as he watches a quartet slink inside: Xion, Roxas, Demyx, and Axel. The first three he is well acquainted with, and their company isn't exactly unwelcome. Axel... Not so much. Crossing his arms, he quirks an eyebrow and takes in their various appearances.
There's Xion, fidgeting with her coat zipper, a typical sign of nervousness. She continues to glance back at the doorway, gnawing at her lower lip in anxiety.
There's Roxas, glaring sullenly from a face covered in soot.
Both Demyx and Axel's hair shows signs of having once been on fire, and neither seem particularly happy about it.
"I'm going to assume something seems to have aggravated Vexen?" Zexion asks slowly, unfolding his arms and setting his book to the side.
"For a guy without a heart," Axel growls, an eye twitching, "that guy sure knows how to throw a bitchfit."
"I've never really seen him get that pissed, either," Demyx complains, swiping his hair back in a fruitless attempt to get it back to its usual style. "I mean, what could've got him throwing chemicals around?"
Twiddling with her thumbs, Xion glances shyly up from beneath her bangs. "I think he had another argument with Lucrecia."
A beat. Zexion sighs and rolls his eyes while the rest of the members stare at her and ask in unison, "Who the hell is Lucrecia?"
"An associate of Vexen's," he says simply. Axel and Demxy look at each other, the former's face twisted into an almost accusing look.
"When the hell did that stiff b*****d get laid?" the redhead asks, only to yelp when Roxas kicks him in the shins for using language like that around Xion. The girl doesn't seem to notice, and only steps closer to Zexion, the figure who has always acted as her older brother.
"What should we do?" she asks, frowning. "It seems really bad this time. I don't know if they'll get back together."
Shaking his head, Zexion explains, "The problem with both Vexen and Lucrecia is that there is positively zero communication between them. Vexen has the most bizarre, if fascinating, ways of showing he cares, and Lucrecia carries an extreme dose of survivor's guilt and secrecy within her. If they were simply more open with one another, and did more things in a romantic fashion, then they'd have less arguments."
"Have fun getting that stubborn old guy admitting jack," Axel scoffs.
Crossing his arms, Roxas nods his head. "Axel has a point. For once." Ignoring his best friend's protests, he continues. "Vexen doesn't strike me as the kind of guy to do any of that. How could we drive it home?"
"Do a musical?" Demyx says jokingly, shrugging his shoulders.
Rather quickly, Xion perks up. Staring intently at Zexion, she silently begs with just her eyes. Smirking somewhat at the ideas that are surely running through her head, he leaves her hanging for a moment more before admitting, "There may be a spell book within the Library which could assist us in making the transition from normal speech to worldwide cooperation..."
Whirling around, Xion clasps her hands together, making her eyes go puppy dog wide. Demyx, of course, instantly agrees, bouncing up and down excitedly. "No way! We really get to do it? Awesome! This'll be like the Atlantica mission, only cooler!"
Axel and Roxas begin to slowly back away. "Oh no," the redhead says. "I am not doing a musical. There is no way you can convince me to help. And Demyx, any respect I had for you before because of the badass stuff you can do with water has immediately gone down the drain. OW!" That was from both the shinkicking from Roxas and the smack Demyx had rewarded him upside the head.
Xion's eyes get wider and somehow more sparkly.
"Xion, think this through," Roxas says slowly. "I mean, I don't sing."
Her lower lip puffs out in a pout.
"I look bad in tights!" Axel protests.
Roxas stares at him. "Who the hell said anything about tights?"
Right as she begins to sniffle, tears forming in her eyes, the two friends groan. Throwing his arms up in disgust, Axel goes, "Fine! Fine, damn, you're a conniving little sneak. Nice work, Zexion." Putting his hands on his hips, he leans in front of the girl and pokes her in the forehead. "Why are you so cute?"
Smiling softly, all traces of the sad little orphan look gone, Xion says, "To guilt you into making decisions you know you'll regret?"
"She's gained your sarcasm, Axel, nice work," Roxas snorts, but grins at Xion.
In short time, a temporary HQ is set up in the library, furniture pushed into a semi-circle around a large chalkboard. Going into professional mode, Xion picks up a piece of chalk and begins to write on the board. "Alright, guys," she says seriously. "It's time to start...
Operation: Enchanted
