Delivery!

Rating: PG-13/T

Genre: Humor

Summary: Roxas takes on a job delivering packages to people, and learns that he does not have the capacity to multi-task. (ie, skateboarding and working…)

Author's Note: I was playing KH2, and when Roxas had to get a job, I took the mail delivery job. I crashed into four different things, and it made me wonder if Roxas could do this in real life without causing a problem… Then I realized he probably couldn't. Then I thought, "Well, wouldn't that be a perfect fic?" So, here we are.

Disclaimer: I don't own KH2.

CRASH.
'Get a job,' Hayner had said. 'Let's go to the beach,' Hayner had said. Well, Roxas hadn't been too pleased with the thought of getting a job at fourteen, but hey; extra money after the beach could come in handy. Though, the way this job was going, even if Roxas didn't break his neck or crack his skull open, he wouldn't see a dime of the money he was supposed to make.

"Here's your mail!" Roxas said, kick-flipping over the head of a young man, who screamed and threw himself onto the walkway. Landing hard onto the sidewalk, Roxas weaved back and forth, swerving around people that all but scattered when they saw the teenager coming. "'Scuse me! Comin' through! Sorry Mrs. Crenshaw!" He shouted as he nearly ran over an old lady.

Speeding down the walkway, Roxas, pulled out another enveloped, and squinted to read the address and or person he was supposed to bring it to. But, unfortunately, Roxas could not divide his attention between the chicken scratch on the envelope and the walk ahead of him. Going down a steep street at a now alarming speed, Roxas was too busy trying to decipher the words on the envelope to see what was going on in front of him… Like that stop sign that was approaching at remarkable speed…

WHAM.

Like Wile E. Coyote with the rocket skates and the rock, Roxas smashed face-first into the sign, his arms and legs flying forward as though he were about to hug the sign. His skateboard went flying, along with the mail he had been carrying. With a groan, Roxas slid off the sign and fell flat on his back. His head spun, and he saw little chocobos dashing around above him.

The next thing he heard was a group of people howling with laughter. "Smooth move, chicken-wuss!" Came the dreadfully familiar voice of Seifer.

"Face-plant," Fuu added.

"Yeah, total wipe-out, y'know?" Rai howled. Vivi was about to chime in, but he was laughing too hard to form any words.

"Ah, screw off Seifer! Roxas! You okay?" Came Hayner's voice.

"Roxas! Talk to us!" Pence cried. There was a pause. Then,

"Where'd all the little chocobos come from?"

Hayner hoped that Seifer and his gangs hysterical laughter would choke and kill the lot of them NOW. "Roxas, oh, were you trying to skate and read at the same time?" Olette said in a scolding tone.

"Sorry Miss Redding, I don't know what happened to your Tonberry…"

"WOULD YOU CHOKE ALREADY?" Hayner roared at the Disciplinary Committee. They had all simply fallen over in hysterics at that last sentence. "Arsewipes," Hayner grunted, grabbing one of Roxas' arms and slinging it over his shoulder. "Come on, Looney. We're bringing you to the Usual Spot." Pence grabbed Roxas' other arm, and Olette gathered up Roxas' things. Together, the four went off to their hideout, the Disciplinary Committee's laughter following them there.

Short and stupid, but I thought it might be funny to someone. Is it?