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" I hate Fridays." Xigbar thought angrily.
It wasn't like he hated the day itself. Oh no, it wasn't that simple. He detested what happened on this particular day.
Fridays were Demyx and Luxord's card night.
The two nobodies would sit at the kitchen table, much to Xaldin's annoyance (1), and play all sorts of card games. This was despite the fact that the younger nobody was positively dreadful at most of them.
" Card night. As if! Ogle Demy night is more like it!" the gun wielding nobody muttered bitterly, watching the two card players below him, from a dark portal hidden discreetly in the ceiling.
II had to suppress the to snarl as almost musical laughter bounced of the blank walls of the room.
" Dem must be telling another one of his stories" Xigbar mused to himself as he watched Demyx flail around, making vivid hand gestures.
" Oops" the water manipulator gasped as one of his movements sent his drink toppling to the floor.
Sighing lightly the dirty blonde pushed back from the table and walked to the counter to retrieve some paper towels.
This time the spying nobody did growl as he caught sight of the gambler staring shamelessly at Demyx's posterior.
" Wipe the drool off yer chin ya dirty perv" Xigbar ground out, through clenched teeth.
The older blonde's view was cut off when Demyx spun around and waltzed back over towards the table.
" Sorry about that Luxord" the musician said, bending over to wipe the water (2) up.
" No problem love" the gambler replied, eyes drifting yet again to the IX's well presented backside. Xigbar's good eye twitched as he saw X's hand tremble and move towards the oblivious boy.
" That's it" Xigbar spat, seeing the enemy's (3) hand inch closer to his Demyx's ass.
Just as his hand was about to reach it's goal, Luxord's wrist was seized in an almost bone crushing grip.
Slowly he met the obviously furious nobody's glare with a coy grin, X quickly wretched back his hand.
While looking the other up and down warily, Xigbar slipped a firm arm around Demyx's waist pulling the younger to him.
The mullet haired boy yelped indignantly, before recognizing the hand on his waist.
" What are you doin' here Xiggy?"
His question went unanswered though, seeing as the one he had addressed the question to was still glowering at his friend.
The smaller nobody's yelped again as he was easily tossed over II's shoulder.
The long haired man ground out something that sounded suspiciously like the word "mine" and marched towards the kitchen exit.
"Bye Luxord" IX called back to the gawking man still seated at the table.
- Owari -
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(1) I've heard some people say Xaldin was the cook for the Organization, and the notion kind of clung to me.
(2) Did you really expect Demyx to drink much else?
(3) In this case Xigbar considers Luxord to be the enemy.