Love Like Morphine
Kingdom Hearts
Acrimony -- Stealthe-Chan

Xigbar Rasted was not a dreamer. If he had anything but sheer contempt towards the idealistic-constructed wishes, it would be utter sardonic disdain. At the mere age of twenty-two, the ebony-haired male was a part time college student; majoring in art- as was evident by the copious amount of time Xigbar spent on the balcony, palette lying on his lap with a canvas standing in front of him.

Ah. The Balcony. Possibly one of the only good things about his small house. After graduating from High School and starting College, Xigbar had flushed a large portion of his savings in order to cover the expense of the house, along with most of his inheritance. But, reflecting back now; it was indefinitely a good choice.

After all, if Xigbar hadn't bought the house, he never would have met him. But we're jumping ahead of ourselves already.

Xigbar was not exactly a very caring person, he did not care that the sky was blue as long as it stayed the same colour so that he wouldn't have to repaint the sky scenes a different colour, he did not care that Axel and Roxas were going to the freakin' beach for some kind of a romantic dinner and he did not care at all when Demyx –the bumbling idiot- came literally bounding towards him ecstatically shouting that some rich person had bought the house up the road. Yeah, the klutz actually thought that he'd be interested in this who 'I have a new neighbour' thing, but he wasn't. It was Demyx Mizuno who didn't even live around the bloody area who cared.

The musician had smiled and yelled somewhat excitedly that he simple had to meet the 'awesomely cool pretty boy neighbour of yours' (to quote the hyperactive blonde). Staring blankly at Demyx with the only visible golden eye, Xigbar shrugged before telling his 'friend' exactly what he thought about meeting the boy. And not much of it was nice ("I don't give a fuck about this kid who moved up the fuckin' street, Mizuno. Now get the fuck out of my face so I can fucking finish painting!"), but you get the point. Xigbar, to put it simply, had no wish to meet his new 'neighbour'.

The first few days after the 'New Boy' (Once again, Quote Demyx) passed by in melancholic dullness. Not that Xigbar expected otherwise. And yet there was a soft hum of anticipation dancing in the air, what it was, Xigbar didn't know. And he didn't care.

Well, maybe not then.

The first time Xigbar ever laid an eye on Tidus Faye was, for lack of a better word, very weird. You see, Xigbar, as an artist, loved and drew inspiration from the sun as it cast elongated shadows across houses and trees, painting the usually azure sky a tapestry of multi-coloured lights. And this is probably the only reasoning as to why he woke up relatively early only to head towards the balcony, coffee in hand; and paint.

Tidus Faye, like Xigbar, also adored the sun. Hey, there has to be a reason as to why Tidus means sun anyhow. Despite an internal alarm that decreed that he wake up exactly one and a half hours before his new school started (the school was twenty minutes away driving-wise), he had a very bad feeling prior to this morning that he would be late. And well, he didn't want to tarnish his Late Record on the first day of school. Or whatever the hell the people called it these days.

Having only moved in three days ago, the cerulean-eyed blonde was still basking in the euphoria of his emancipation. The mere thought of school making him wish that graduating wasn't actually a part of the agreement he had made. That, and there was a small part of him that nagged at him incessantly over the fact that if he actually intended to be a 'somebody' he would most likely need to have graduated from High School and then College.

It seemed like only months ago he had managed to calm himself down before negotiating in a voice void of all emotions with his parents. He did not want to stay with them. If anything, he wanted out. Many would say that Tidus was a selfish, spoilt little brat. But he begged to differ. He was only really a conniving ass to those who deserved it. And his parents definitely deserved it. So, after a helluva lot of haggling and 'compromising' Tidus Faye had wound up here.

At Number 19, Ebony Place on Second Avenue. The only remotely crazy thing about it was the stupid looking rooster donning the top of the roof, but Tidus disregarded the silly, metal thing. The sight of it basking in the sun's delicate light during the morning and evening was enough to deem it worthy of perching on top of his house. It was a stupid thing indeed. But the blonde boy doubted that Ebony Place would really be Ebony Place without it.

Digressing.

The first time Xigbar ever laid eyes on one Tidus Faye, the blonde had been walking down Second Avenue- Second Avenue being the same street that they both inhabited. And as usual, the golden-eyed artist was on the balcony again, brush stroking delicately across the previously blank canvas; weaving a delicate tapestry of whatever whim he had. Occasionally, leaning back to survey his work as he dropped his painting arm down the side of the chair; simply content in absorbing the lush scenery that Second Avenue displayed so beautifully.

Tidus, in the mean time, was tugging at the collar of his shirt. A small pout creasing over his features as his brow wrinkled with distaste at the prospect of having to put up with this uniform for the rest of the year. Now, don't get it wrong, Tidus didn't hate uniforms, he just had a strong dislike of the colours. Ocean green was the simple button-up shirt and grey slacks along with black shoes accompanied the ensemble. With the top three buttons undone and a grey tie hanging sombrely from the collar, the blue eyed youth was already somewhat annoyed with his new High School. Thankfully, he only needed to complete his senior year and well, that was that.

With a simple black backpack with yellow flaps and the Zanarkand Sbes symbol dancing across it, slung over his left shoulder and a colourful blitzball hugged by his right arm, the blue-eyed youth grinned as he glanced around Second Avenue, the vivid prettiness of the scene prodding his 'I R Gay' senses to life. Having woken up especially early so that he could find his way around to the front office in order to receive his timetable, Tidus thought that maybe it was actually worth waking up early just to see the effect the sun had across the lush area of the Avenue.

Demyx Mizuno was right. The scenery was breath-taking.

"Oh my god! You're the awesomely rich new dude who bought the house here!?" A sickeningly sweet voice sliced through the crisp and thankfully and previously silent air of the early morning. Turning with a look of utter confusion at the source of the silence shattering voice, Tidus Faye looked around just in time to prepare himself for a massiveload of limbs, dirty blonde hair and pretty aquamarine eyes in the form of one overly exuberant male.

Propping the lively musician up after recovering from the sudden… glompage, Tidus couldn't help but raise a questioning brow over the sudden appearance of the new comer. Having chosen Hollow Bastion as his new home, the blonde teen knew that no-one actually knew he existed yet, and so it was surprising that someone had somehow known he would be there. There was kind of a reason as to why he had the Removal Vans move all of his house necessities in the early morning.

"Hi! I'm Demyx! Demyx Mizuno. I don't live here, but my friend does, and you're his new neighbour. Kind of. Well no, Xiggy lives down the road," At this note of realization the youth who introduced himself as 'Demyx Mizuno' frowned and looked slightly downcast, nibbling gently at his bottom lip before looking up with another infectious grin, "But that doesn't matter because you still live in the same area as him. And that's cool!

"I was gonna ask Xiggy to come and help you with the moving stuff since you're gonna be his new street neighbour and all but he was too busy painting… But who cares. I can help!," Picking up a box from the open van that parked on the curb of Second Avenue with that same grin that he, himself sometimes wore during states of un-boundable joy before quirking a brow and asking him where to put the box.

"Uhm that should go in the Living Room. I think it's my music…" Tidus answered smiling awkwardly back at Demyx as the mohawked male merrily bounded into his house, ignoring the balcony and effectively forgetting the steps. That is, before tripping over in a spectacular show of flying limbs, CDs, cases and banshee-like screeching.

"Ohmygod. What the hell!?" Tidus gasped after ten seconds of absolutely evil laughter at the dirty-blonde's misfortune. He had carefully sidestepped several CDs ('The Fray – How to Save A Life', 'The Living End – State of Emergency', 'The Killers – Sam's Town' and ohmygod. Was that Britney Spears!?) Before approaching the spread-eagled instrumentalist who at that exact moment chose to lift his head, clutching a familiar looking blue-coloured Album and collapsing into a twitching heap of laughter.

"You- haha- Have got- ha- to be kidding me! Aqua!? You like Aqua!?" Demyx managed to cackle, ignoring the affronted look that Tidus shot him and instead propping himself up and dusting off imaginary lint.

"Hey, no I do not like Aqua!" The blonde owner of the CD squawked indignantly, "For your information, Mohawk, the only reason I ever bought Aqua was because Aqua, happens to be a very similar colour to blue. And blue, is my favourite colour"

This probably didn't help since Demyx doubled-over in even more laughter at Tidus' expense. Near pouting, Tidus picked up the discarded discs, placed them back into the box and headed inside the house, "I am going to ignore you. I hope you realise I am ignoring you because I am ignoring you and yeah"

It was the start of a very hyperactive friendship. That only really kicked off after Demyx finally realised that he didn't even know Tidus' name…

"Heeeeey, I don't even know your name, Blondie! Do ya even got one?"

"Tidus. Tidus Faye"

Paint brush dabbing gently in a splodge of an ethereal blue before thickly dragging its tip across the top of the canvas, drawing a river of uneven azure sky onto the white. Barely a moment later, the paintbrush was put down onto the palette as the owner of the artistic materials sank back into his chair in order to observe his surroundings. It was never boring, looking at the same tranquillity of Second Avenue. But today, something was different.

Walking down from the top of the hill where his house resided, Tidus hummed merrily, blitzball clutched in his hand as he traipsed towards the bus stop, passing a certain ebony-haired but streaked with silver, painter. Turning slightly to look in awe at the various houses that ornamented the Avenue, Tidus found his gaze settling on a certain two storey house with a balcony decorating the front. And on that balcony… a golden eye rose to meet his curious gaze.

Xigbar had known, of course that someone had bought Ebony Place at the top of the Avenue, but he had never expected him to be so young. Was he even old enough to live by himself? And what the hell- was that a blitzball?!

"Good morning!" Tidus chirped as he noticed Xigbar glancing his way. The College student nodded in answer, before arching a brow in an inquisitive manner.

In reply to the inquiring gaze that Xigbar Rasted shot his way, Tidus flashed a dazzling smile back at the painter, before answering the unspoken question.

"I have Blitzball tryouts"

The next time Xigbar had any remote form of contact with one, Tidus Faye (Excluding the now ritualistic 'good mornings' and 'good afternoons' they exchanged on almost every week day, and no this was not on purpose. It was all completely coincidental, of course. It'd only been going on for a week so far anyhow!), Tidus had been walking back from school, that same grin plastered on his face as he headed up to slope towards Ebony Place.

"So you got in, huh?" Xigbar's low baritone voice permeated the air as he observed the youth calmly from the balcony. Still sitting back in that same chair but this time painting on an entirely new canvas, the only thing having been painted on the tinted white was a brief sketch of eyes and ruffled, spiky hair.

"Yeah, I did. It was really surprising; I would've thought Sora or someone would've gotten center-forward…" Tidus answered, cradling a set of clothing in his arms. Undoubtedly it was his new sports uniform since the 'Hollow Hawks' colours were Ocean-Green and Gray and well, the clothing was mostly ocean-green.

"Sora? As in, Sora Strife?" At Tidus' eager nod, Xigbar chuckled slightly, "Ah, I remember him. He was a freshman when I was in my senior year, small thing but damn possessive of that Riku fellow…"

"Hey wait. That makes you… twenty-two, right?"

"Yeah. Don't tell me though; I know I look heaps older than that. Fucking Saix"

"I wasn't going to say that, I was just wondering!" A faint dash of pink sprinkled over Tidus' face as he continued boldly on, "And who's Saix?"

"The idiot who gave me this," Xigbar jabbed a finger towards his eye patch, noting with a small hint of amusement that Tidus had now left the pathway to favour his balcony with his presence. The blonde's arms were draped over the 'fence' of the porch and his blue eyes were looking at the direction of Xigbar's obscured eye with a look of horrified interest.

"Really?! How?"

"Saix and Larxene were drunk. Larxene, the fucking bitch, managed to persuade Saix to drive us all home since she doesn't trust me with her car, she's a fucking bitch, Axel was completely trashed, she's a bitch, the Shrimp didn't have his license yet; oh, and did I forget to mention that she's a-"

"Fucking bitch? Yeah, you mentioned it" A small trill of laughter flowed like honey from Tidus' throat as Xigbar donned a mocking sullen look before smirking and continuing his story.

"Yeah, well, to make a not-so-long story even shorter, Saix managed to crash us into a car. I had a shard of glass stab me in the eye 'cause I was in the back seat in the middle, tryin' to stop Axel from molesting the Shrimp who at the time was trying to tell us all that Saix shouldn't drive, period. Sober or no," Laughter, "I'm inclined to believe him since I figured that being drunk doesn't do anything to Saix's driving 'skills' 'cause the fucking retard just can't drive. Must be all of that sadistic crap he and Larxene are always goin' on about. But at least it doesn't prevent me from painting"

"You pai-" Tidus was cut short as all of a sudden Jesse McCartney's 'Right Where You Want Me' blasted from the pocket of grey slacks ("Baby, take me on a journey, I've been thinkin' lately I could use a little time alone with you"). Flipping the black Motorola RAZR –Xigbar shuddered, everyone had that phone. Even Lar-fucking-xene! - open and answering it with a cheerful, 'Hello?' before pouting cutely, hanging up and turning back to Xigbar.

"Hey, Uhm, I gotta go. Sor wants me to finish of the assignment we've got. But hey, I'll talk to you some other time, okay?" After the painter's nod in consent Tidus grinned cheerily before pretty much skipping up the hill.

"Oh by the way, I'm Tidus!"

"Xigbar"

The next three weeks passed by in a blur of complete boredom for Xigbar. He had finished off a painting and had continued to sketch out the portrait he had been working on so many days before. By now, the face had a more definite shape, and a helluva lot of attention was paid to the sparkling eyes. But, like the currently bland portrait, there was a ray of light in all of this boredom. And that came in the form of that Tidus Faye.

Every day, early in the morning when Tidus would traipse down to the bus stop he'd stop for a good fifteen minutes in order to chatter idly with the artist; the small talk varying anywhere from Xigbar's inspiration when painting all the way to the type of hair gel Tidus used. The same thing would happen in the afternoons as the blonde finished up school, but not once did he ever muster any irritation at the blonde. If anything, he welcomed the change.

Xigbar supposed he should have been worried when Demyx had that look in his eyes. Maybe he should have been more wary. It wasn't often that Demyx looked remotely intelligent anyway. That, and Demyx seemed to be implying something after that small conversation they'd had just a morning ago…

"Hey, I talked to the new boy again, and then I realised something. He has nice eyes, Xiggy. They put mine to shame. They're like a pretty ocean-green colour almost!"

"Demyx, his name is Tidus. And his eyes aren't ocean-green. They're cerulean. Or whatever you call the damn shade"

"Xigbar… how do you know?"

And then Demyx smiled.

"Sheesh Tidus! I told you that I was walking in the same direction as you because maybe I wanted you to wait!" An angry blonde with his hair side swept shouted angrily as he jogged slightly to catch up with his friend. Ah. Roxas Strife, the stubborn and occasionally overtly 'emo' fellow senior student and also one of Tidus' best friends.

"Is it my fault you're so slow, Roxas?" Tidus answered flashing another grin as he headed towards a familiar looking house out of habit. As soon as he lifted blue eyes to look at the balcony a frown creased over his features. The painter wasn't there.

It was the first time since well… the beginning of anything that Xigbar wasn't there. The sheer idea of Tidus' favourite painter not being there was simply preposterous. Xigbar couldn't not-

"Tidus?" Roxas asked slowly as he walked to stand beside his friend, "You don't live here. I think I'd know if you did…"

"Oh?" Tidus replied vaguely, not actually paying attention to Roxas' question. Xigbar couldn't not be there, it was just… not possible, fuck, and it was almost ritualistic and horrifically satanic for Xigbar to break the tradition. All of a sudden the front door slammed open as a blur of crimson red literally leaped out and pounced…

Onto Roxas.

"Axel. Get the fuck off of me"

"Can I help it if I just laid eyes on the love of my life?"

"Congratulations. You've just won a thousand dollars and a fish, but I really don't care. Now get off me."

"What, no 'I love you Axel and I want to fuck you senseless'?"

"Mmmm… Maybe later. But for now I think you're freaking out Tidus…"

Tidus, in the meant time was staring at the pair like they were abso-fucking-lutely insane. It's not like he had a good reason or anything to stare at them with that look of incredulity because it was just oh so normal to find out that one of your new best friends was gay with a fucking flamer who's hair only managed to reinforce the idea and that they were both very very kinky and sexually active too. What the hell did a fish have to do with anything anyway?

Roxas Strife was definitely Tidus' friend, he'll give him that much. And well, yes Tidus had thought that Roxas was anything but straight since he had a horrible habit of acting like a little school girl and, Tidus could have sworn he'd seen the blonde draw his name and some 'Axel' fellows name in a heart. Fag. Not that Tidus had anything against gays or anything. Tidus himself was 'bi-curious' as Yuna had so eloquently put it many a year ago.

Wait, wait, wait a minute. Xigbar had mentioned an 'Axel' once… oh yeah, that's right, 'Axel was completely trashed… tryin' to stop Axel from molesting the Shrimp'. Was it just coincidence?

"Oops, my bad. I'm Axel Seika, Roxy's boyfriend, mostly a friendly guy… but if you mess with Roxy your balls are mine," A slightly nasal voice came from the red head, hair spiked up in an echidna (Yes, it does say echidna so no it isn't a porcupine) like fashion with startling green eyes boring idly into Tidus, twin black diamonds marked under each eye as several a pierced silver Sleeper curled around his left brow. A matching sleeper tugging at the corner of his mouth as countless piercings decorated each ear giving the twenty year old a somewhat 'gangster' look. Not that Tidus would ever say it to Red's face.

"Shut up Axel," Roxas scowled, but the merry twinkle in his crystalline blue eyes not diminishing indicating that he didn't exactly hate Axel for 'taunting' his friend. Ah. Roxas Strife; at a fairly stocky height that was barely half a head under Axel's towering one-eighty (centimetres that is, and for your Americans; that's like… six foot) with a mop of sideswept gold and eyes blue enough to almost rival Tidus' own. What, with an incredibly sadistic and 'emo' persona, Roxas was indefinitely someone you would not want on your bad side.

"Axel, Roxas doesn't live here" Ah, finally. Some semblance of an explanation in the form of a pirate-patched Xigbar Rasted was given as the painter slowly walked out of the house in order to stand on the porch, hair pulled back in it's typical tight pony-tail, the streak of silver contrasting to the ebony as a golden eye focused on Tidus, small smirk creeping over his features as he spoke again, "Yo Tidus"

Slowly, a smile blossomed over Tidus' tanned face as he greeted the man, eyes diverting from a somewhat heavy make-out scene between aforementioned red-head and blonde.

"How was your day?" Tidus asked with a grin, eventually leading into a small conversation of whether it was possible to eat cows or not. Tidus strictly stood by the idea that cows were inedible; this was possibly due to an old friend of his yelling at him about edible cows. And Xigbar, pretty much laughed in Tidus' face at the idea, his only reasoning being, 'If you can eat a human, raw, why the fuck can't you eat a properly cooked cow?'

Moments later, said blonde managed to extricate himself from Axel looking very flushed indeed, smiling slightly Roxas greeted Xigbar before looking inquiringly at the both of them, "But how the hell do you two know each other anyhow?"

"Tidus lives up the street," Xigbar supplied and jerked a thumb towards the blitzballer as the ocean-eyed boy nodded.

"What, really? So you're the 'dude who lives up Xiggy's street', to quote Dem?" Axel piped up with a curious lilt to his voice, mocking air quotes drawn in the air as he emphasised what Demyx had said several weeks ago. Roxas, next to him with his arms wrapped around a narrow waist, seemed to visibly frown at the mention of the aquamarine eyed male, but instantly it disappeared.

"Yeah"

Tidus gulped. Sweat slowly beading around his forehead as palms smoothed down the simple pair of girl jeans (Courtesy of one very hyper Yuna Eldeen whom had proudly proclaimed, 'You look fanfuckingtastic, You're a natural!' which might have been more of a compliment it they weren't girl pants but heh, Tidus isn't complaining) mentally wondering why he had even thought of dragging these stupid girl pants out and putting them on. Oh yeah, that's right. He didn't want to look bad when he met all of Xig- Roxas' friends.

Inside, he was wondering what the hell he was doing. After a lengthy conversation with Axel, Roxas and Demyx two days ago, Tidus had somehow managed to be roped into attending a ritualistic 'Movie Night' that was hosted by Xigbar. And that, my dear friends, is why Tidus Faye was currently standing in front of a familiar cedar door, hand poised and ready to knock as he quickly mentally went over his appearance just one more time- since he had not been doing that for the past ten minutes oh no siree!

Hair ruffled in its usual style with a simple pale pink shirt complimenting the already overtly feminine pants. No, Tidus was not a girl. He was just very effeminate. Yeah. That's about right. Anyway, eventually mustering up enough 'courage' to rap gently on the door, only to end up swept up in a tornado of the hyperactive mohawked and music-loving, Demyx Mizuno as a greeting. Laughing at Demyx's suddenly dejected look as Axel suddenly appeared in order to thwap the blonde over the head with a sardonic grin.

Pouting, and still tugging at Tidus' wrist, Demyx managed to drag Tidus into Xigbar's very… artistically inclined house. Cricking his neck in an effort to absorb the sheer number of paintings that decorated the walls so sporadically, Tidus was very amused to find a large mess of smooshed up colours 'decorating' a beige wall courtesy of Demyx as the dirty-blonde so proudly announced in answer to the blue-eyed youth's bemused look.

Passing a few closed doors and insignificant furniture until they finally reached the lounge room. Sitting on the couch, was a small group of the most retarded people that Tidus would ever have the 'chance' to meet.

A young female who looked to be a year or so older than Tidus had platinum blonde hair that was styled in a fashion that had two attenae-like bangs decorating her forehead, she, was the 'fucking bitch', Larxene Inazuma.

Next to her, was 'the idiot who 'gave' Xigbar a missing eye', Saix Lunar, a male with dark azure hair at unmanly lengths complimented with a large cross in the middle of his face. Absolutely charming.

Next to him, was another male, with girly hair. Really. It was slate and styled in an odd 'I-will-cover-half-of-my-face-even-those-my-eyes-are-hot' manner. Think; Trowa Barton from Gundam Wing. Now, this 'emo' as Demyx affectionately referred to him as, was Zexion Leonheart. Don't ask. Supposedly he's related to Riku and Leon. But we all know that isn't true. Because we all know Zexion was a freakin' emo and emo-kids are meant to be spoilt only children who don't know what the fuck they're talking about but think their life is shit.

Moving on, there was a pink haired fairy. No really. A fucking fairy was next to Zexion. A fucking fairy with a too short pink top that pretty much read 'FAIRY' and very tight black leather pants. Marluxia Sakura. Interesting name. Fucking fairy.

Now was it just him or were all of Xigbar's friends as flaming as the most fiery pit of hell? Except Larxene maybe. But wait, she wasn't attracted to any of the fairies so she must be a fairy too. Wonderful.

Unfortunately, (or fortunately for Tidus) the rest of their little 'posse' couldn't make it. Sora and Riku were taking advantage of the fact that Leon was over at the Strife household, Roxas was here and so was Zexion, in order to screw each other's brains out. Wonderful, don't 'cha think? Some people called Xaldin, 'Mansex', Vexen and Luxord couldn't make it either. Something about Luxord gambling at another club, Mansex looking for more… man sex and Xaldin and Vexen were… baby-sitting. Fairies.

"No, Axel. We can't watch that movie. It'll give me nightmares!" Roxas' voice emanated from the kitchen followed by Axel's nasally laugh, grinning at the recognition of someone familiar, Tidus made his own sweet way towards the kitchen. To be greeted by the sight of the youngest Strife brother running around the kitchen with Axel chasing him, a tall male standing at the counter watching them with an amused, golden eye.

The host of the 'movie night' nodding his head in greeting with a cup of punch or something or rather held in a coarse hand, he had donned a simple pair of slacks along with a black dress shirt. Tidus would eventually learn that Xigbar's wardrobe consisted of nothing but slacks and dress shirts.

"Hey Tidus, Do you want to watch the Grudge Two?" Roxas suddenly asked, coming to a stop and held up a hand; Axel colliding into it much to Tidus' amusement and Roxas'. Paling slightly at the mere mention of that movie Tidus looked blankly at Roxas, not trusting himself to answer without screaming bloody murder at the directors for killing Edison or whatever that hot Asian dude's name was.

"Oh but Xiggy chose it. And Xiggy's host. So we have to watch it!" Axel cut in with a smirk aimed at both blondes, ignoring the evil glare that they both shot at him. Behind them all, Xigbar grinned slightly before mentioning that it actually wasn't that scary, and 'if that's the case you can always grope Axel' before asking Tidus if he minded. Swallowing fear and getting ready to regret his choice, Tidus finally consented.

His life was over.

"Oh my god. They did not just do that. They did not just kill the hottest Asian dude in the whole world. THAT'S BLASPHEMY!"

"Shut up Demyx!"

"But- But- It's utter BLASPHEMY. Edison can't die, he's just… BLASPHEMY I TELL YOU!"

"Demyx, shut the fuck up or I'll cut you"

"BLASPHEMY!"

"You know, It's actually a pity that they deformed his face… it was pretty. Just like my flowers"

"SHUT UP!"

"EDISON DIED! IT'S LIKE THE ARMAGEDDON ALL OVER AGAIN"

"Zexion. Get your boyfriend to shut the fuck up or I'll gut you both"

Tidus was inclined to agree. But as soon as he remembered what was going to happen to Edison's very pretty face he had immediately decided to latch onto the nearest warm and un-liquid-y object and bury his face into it. That 'object' just happened to be Xigbar. Funnily enough, the painter didn't seem to object that much.

End of Part One

A/N:
Well. When asking the fanfuckingtastic Psycho Rooster what she wanted as a Birthday Fic, she immediately said 'Two words. Xigbar and Tidus'. And I started fretting. But eventually I came up with a somewhat sufficient plot and well… my best friend says that PR is Crazy and wanted to torment me by telling me to write this pairing. And I am very much inclined to agree with her.

This fic, although the title and summary say otherwise, actually won't have anything to do with drugs. Really. Maybe just occasional mentions of it but nothing that means that all the little kiddies in the world should run and hide.

Note that, this isn't my usual style. I'm aiming for a more vague approach at all of this, that and I'm on a Line Breaker Happy phase. So bear in mind that this probably isn't/won't be one of my best works.

Also. Review! I love them. Really. But I don't angst over them as much as PR. If you flame me, I will laugh at you. Unless, you're PR, in which case I will cry and burn my computer. But whatever. Review!

Love You Always, Acrimony