Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, just borrowing them for some fluff and then putting them back. Not making any money or anything off them.
XIG/DEM FLUFF - BEING SICK
The blonde wandered into the grey area after his mission. Surprisingly it was empty, none of the others seemed to be around. While this did happen on occasion he had been specifically looking for one person. With a shrug and the swish of his black leather coat Demyx turned and made his way toward the private quarters of the members of Organization XIII. He walked past the doors , each with it's little plaque denoting whose room it was, until he reached the one with the roman numerals for two on it. A leather clad hand raised to knock but before he could the sound of a sneeze rang out to him.
"Xig?" Demyx called out as he gave a knock at the door. Demyx waited a moment before opening the door slightly and peeking his mullet styled head into the room. The bed clothes were rumpled up and on the bed Xigbar sat, looking worse than Demyx had seen him the other day.
"Hey you still aren't feeling any better?" Demyx inquired as he opened the door more to enter the room. The Freeshooter's one golden orb fixed on the sitar wielding nobody as Demyx closed the door.
"Nah," Xigbar sighed as he tossed the tissue in his hand in the nearby waste basket.
"I thought you went down to see what Zexion could do for you," Demyx questioned as he walked over to get a better look. Xigbar was reclined on the bed in simple pants and a tank top. His hair was tied back rather haphazardly which Demyx suspected was more for keeping it back out of his face when he sneezed than anything else. Even his eye-patch seemed thrown on hastily.
"I did," Xigbar explained as he snagged another tissue from the nearly depleted box nearby, "Tasted awful and so far nothing. The tea's at least helping a bit though I swear I've drunk enough to last a lifetime and then some."
"Hmmm," Demyx hummed aloud as he crossed his arms across his chest, deep in thought. Xigbar watched him for a moment til another sneeze required the tissue in his hand. As he looked back up the blonde's eyes were near shining and he had a smile on his face that was somewhat concerning.
"Uh, Dem, what's with the look…" He trailed off before Demyx whirled around and dashed off with an exclamation of "Stay right here, I'll be right back."
Xigbar watched as the Melodious Nocturne practically zipped out of his room, a bit confused at what was going on in the other man's mind. As he began to contemplate it another series of sneezes demanded his attention so the thought went to the sideboard for the time. It wasn't until he'd exhausted the box of tissues and flopped back to the pillows beneath him that Xigbar pondered just what was up with Demyx.
It seemed, to Xigbar's good fortune however, that the curiousity wouldn't tempt him for long. About thirty minutes after his abrupt departure Demyx returned with an obscenely large wicker basket in his hands, his coat and gloves forgone for his pajamas. Somehow he managed to get the basket and himself into the room without dropping anything and gently he sat it at the foot of Xigbar's bed. As Demyx went to shut the door again The Freeshooter sat up to give the basket a curious glance.
"Just what's in there?" he inquired as he reached out a hand to open the one flap. Before he could however Demyx scooted the basket just out of reach on the bed and opened it himself. From inside he pulled out a new box of tissues, a bottle of cold medicine, four thermoses that he sat on the floor carefully, two bowls and silverware and a small package of crackers.
"It's a get well soon picnic," Demyx explained with an enthusiastic smile as he handed the small measuring cup and the medicine bottle to Xigbar, "You take that while I get our soup and tea ready."
A small smile crossed The Freeshooter's face at the thought and care that Demyx had put into doing this for him, and so enthusiastically too. After swallowing the bitter tasting medicine and putting the remainder aside he found a bowl of chicken noodle soup with crackers handed to him from a warmly smiling Demyx.
"Thanks Dem," Xigbar offered as he took the bowl of hot soup. Demyx didn't say anything verbally to respond, but the brilliant smile on his face was enough to say it all to the other man. The two spent the afternoon drinking tea and eating soup while Demyx helped 'care for' Xigbar in hopes his cold would subside soon.