Sahxyel: I have no idea what inspired this. I think it was because of me playing Chain of Memories while my brother was watching 'Winnie the Pooh'. Then came the whole inspiration thing. Call it a drabble if you must. Or a one shot. I dunno.

Random Moogle: Inspiring words!

Danny: Yeah, REAL intelligent.

Disclaimer Guy: Okay, let's see. In this drabble, Sahxyel doesn't own anything Disney or Square-Enix owns. Go figure huh?

Garden

Meticulous care.

That's what was needed to keep a garden flourishing. Devotion and care. Whether it was for a vegetable garden or a flower garden, it didn't matter. Both required the same maintenance; the same undying patience and devotion.

He watched from the shadows as a rabbit scurried about a small garden. It ran about here and there, checking various plants and watering them tenderly with a timeworn watering can. The rabbit itself was unaware of the man's presence, humming and watering as if he didn't even exist at all.

Well, that was partially true in the sense of things.

Despite being on a scouting mission, the man had found himself drawn to this particular area. He watched the rabbit with some foreign fascination as it went about. It was obvious how much the rabbit had slaved over the growing vegetables, it was always either outside working in the garden or inside resting.

Being satisfied with the status of the vegetables, the rabbit moved to where a small plant was. It was isolated from the vegetables, in the direct middle patch of dirt in front of the garden. The plant itself was pretty pitiful however; having one bud on its small stem.

The rabbit crooned softly to it while sprinkling water above the tender bud. The man watching gave a shadow of a smirk as he saw the rabbit pour his time into caring for the singular plant.

Finally done, the rabbit stood at the front of the garden. It wiped its brow of sweat and went to retire after the long hours of toiling at his garden.

It grew silent, nothing moved except the trees when a strong breeze swept by. The wind whipped back the man's dark cloak back. He didn't care though, he just stared interestedly at the vegetable garden. The rabbit's garden.

Rabbits were always known as the destroyer of gardens, the scourge of produce if it may be. Yet this particular one cultivated for itself, and by the looks of it, the rabbit would have a good harvest for itself.

The man eyed the whole garden. The various vegetables lined in rows vertically, pointing to the large tree in which the rabbit inhabited or the opposite woods. Tomatoes, pumpkins, carrots, cabbage, squash, celery, and even broccoli were what was being grown. A very impressively sized watermelon lied among, in a lone patch. One's mouth could possibly water by just staring at it long enough.

The small plant with the bud pointed hopefully at the sun, its soft pink petals folded tightly with one another, pointedly looking as though it would never yield to blossom.

Deciding that it was time to move on, the black cloaked man started to walk off, only to stop abruptly. Someone was heading in his direction.

"The most wonderfulest thing about Tiggers, is that Tiggers are wonderfulest things!"

Moving swiftly, the man slipped behind a sturdy oak tree as the singing voice grew louder and closer.

"Their tops are made in the rivers, their bottoms are made in the springs!"

He peered out from behind the tree to see an orange cat-like creature with mismatched black stripes. It bounced freely on its tail, as if it was a built in pogo stick. Still singing, it leaped over the fence in a single bounce, landing directly on a large pumpkin.

SQUELCH!

"They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, wouncy, fun, fun, fun, fun, FUN!" During the verse, the creature had ricocheted all over the vegetable garden, smashing precious plants into the ground. Decimating tomatoes and cabbage with one fell bounce. It finally stopped centimeters away from the small plant was, placing a paw over its chest.

"But the most wonderfulest thing about Tiggers is that I'M the only one! Hoo hoo hoo HOO!" And with the final 'hoo' the demented tiger bounced off of the large watermelon and out of the garden, leaving a wasteland of plant matter. The man in the cloak just gaped at what had just happened.

Cautiously, the man stepped out of the shade of the trees, pulling off his hood with a low whistle. Brownish-pinkish hair was now completely visible, lightly cascading downward until about shoulder length. His eyes were in a look of either shock or, more than likely, disgust at what he had just witnessed.

Stomped leaves of the cabbage littered the ground, among the smashed squash and tomatoes. The innards of various pumpkins glistened in the light of the sun, while small green bug-like creature with red spots on their rumps started to drag some of the ruined food away. The only thing that didn't look touched was the small bud-plant at the front of the garden. Even the carrots didn't escape the craziness of the orange demon.

"Even Axel is merciful...to an extent." the man muttered as he walked along the front path of the garden. Nothing looked like it was spared. He knelt down to observe the remains of a large cabbage head, which had been literally ripped from its roots. Sighing, the man stood back up, rubbing the back of his neck. "What a mess."

Casually strolling around the whole perimeter of the garden, he stopped at the front looking at the bud-plant curiously. He just couldn't help but marvel at the fact that the smallest plant had survived the onslaught. He stared for a moment longer before reaching an arm out. In a flash, a large object materialized in his hand. A scythe.

Fingering the shaft of the scythe, the man blinked at the small plant. He raised his arm, elevating the scythe high...

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Rabbit yawned and rubbed his eyes of all sleep. A long nap after tending to his garden was always called for, especially today. Why? There was so much to be done! Weeds needed to be yanked from the soil, plants needed to be water exactly right, and of course the rutabaga-potato needed the most caring attention.

Honestly, Rabbit didn't know what the plant was, but it seemed to be a cross between both a rutabaga and a potato. He cared for it more than any other plant combined.

Breathing deeply, Rabbit walked to the door, to check on the small plant before supper. Twisting the doorknob, he swung it open.

He instantly gasped.

His whole garden was destroyed. Everything was mashed and crushed into the ground. He almost felt his heart stop, before something clicked into his mind.

"Tigger." he growled angrily. Kicking the door, then howling out in pain, Rabbit headed around the tree, picking up a rake. "He is going to get the biggest lecture ever when I see him next." His ears hung dejectedly over his face, and his mood promptly changed. "I never can have a good harvest. Why can't I? Don't I deserve it?"

It took him a while, but he managed to rake the plant matter into one large pile. He looked at it balefully before turning back to his home. His large foot, however, caught something making him trip to the ground.

"What in the world-?" Rabbit started, but then stopped. He had tripped over his rutabaga-potato. Only it wasn't that.

Instead, a delicate bloom was where the bud was. The pink petals welcomed the world to the most delightful smell of a rose. Partially because it was a rose.

Gasping silently, Rabbit stared at the flower in awe. He had never seen such a big blossom before, so exquisite and beautiful. He sat in the dirt, just staring at the small plant. Smiling softly, Rabbit hauled himself off of the dirt, brushing off the sand on his tail. He turned back to the now-empty garden.

And in two rows, right next to each other, eleven green plants poked themselves from the dirt, ready to grow into the world.

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Sahxyel: There we go! Yeah, random inspiration at school. Plus I couldn't write anything for my other two fics. Yeah. Somehow, Marluxia and Rabbit just seem similar in some ways.

Danny: So review if you enjoyed this one-shot!

Random Moogle: She might do more if you ask! (and give her an idea)

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