Summary: Setzer hides from his fangirls and stumbles upon his competition
Authors Notes: You write a pairing once and completely forget about writing it and then all of a sudden people want more XD You owe me dammit <3 ya! I fail at writing Setzer, I really do
Setzer glanced over his shoulder as he walked quickly down the streets of Twilight Town, doing his best not to run as he tried to out maneuver the group of teenage girls that were currently chasing him. He quickly ducked into a small alleyway and then another, smiling to himself as the sound of the shrieking and yelling got farther away.
“Finally,” he muttered with a soft sigh of relief as he began to examine his surroundings. He cocked his head to the side at the sounds of low grunting and panting that was coming from behind a curtain that was covering a large opening in the wall. He did his best to ignore the noises, but his curiosity finally got the best of him, walking as quietly as possible toward whatever was making the noise.
He pulled the tattered curtain aside, stopping in his tracks at the sight before him. There before him in all of his blonde glory was a half naked, very sweaty Roxas. He opened his mouth to announce his presence before closing it, noticing the wires that were leading from the younger teens ears to a small music player that was clipped to his belt. Setzer watched in awe of exactly how quick and flexible the smaller boy was as he battled invisible enemies, the struggle bat nothing but a blur of blue as it sliced through the air.
Roxas dropped the bat suddenly, his back to the door as he leaned forward, hands on his knees as he panted, completely exhausted from his workout. There was no way in hell he was letting Seifer or Setzer beat him this year. He pushed a few locks of wet blonde hair out of his face before pulling the small buds out of his ears and turning around, planning on heading home for a shower before meeting up with Hayner, Pence and Olette.
“W-What are you doing here?” he stammered once he had caught site of his competition watching him.
“Keeping an eye on the competition of course,” Setzer said with a slight shrug, watching the other with an amused expression on his face.
Roxas growled softly at the intruder, his exhausted mind finally catching up on the fact that his biggest competition had been spying on him. “Just get out of here,” he muttered, brushing by the older man, not in the mood to deal with him at the moment.
Setzer smirked and allowed his hand to run across the blondes back as he walked away. “Good luck at the tournament,” he said, giving the blonde a wink before setting off down the alleyway, a slight grin on his face.
Roxas gaped after him, shivering slightly as a cool breeze blew down the alleyway. “What the hell was that about?” he wondered, his hand going unconsciously to where Setzer had touched him.
This is complete and utter fail...