Title: Raindrops on Roses
Author: Romantic Puck
Rating: Teen
Characters: Demyx/Xigbar, Xemnas
Word Count: 474
Disclaimer: Since I don't own Kingdom Hearts, and am not making a profit off this story, please don't sue me.
Summary: Xigbar just can't figure out why Demyx insists on thinking for himself.
Author's Note: Another Crack!bunny strikes again, this time leaping out at me when I was looking at the different missions each Nobody received, and how they were seemingly picked for them. Mild spoilers for mid-game.
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Flinching, the lithe form in front of him struggled not to rock with the force of the blows. A high and melodic, "Auungghh," did leak out, however, and Xigbar hated himself more than ever as it flowed towards his ears.
Damn that squirt. How hard was it to just accept the mission as planned? Nobody else questioned things half as much as he did, except maybe Roxas, who was gone anyways with orders to be captured or killed.
What was worse for the elder Nobody was the dull but very evident ache in his stomach, punctured by each drip of his one-time lover's misery onto the pristine floor. It worried him to think Demyx might be right, that he actually might have a heart- a heart that cared about what happened to the idiot.
Internalizing any doubts, Xigbar strolled up beside his Superior. "I'll take it."
Xemnas' chalky hair was speckled with maroon, but it all flowed easily to the side when the elder man gazed at him. "I suppose it would save us time."
It was as if the Superior had been beating some eggs for dinner. The man acted as if he couldn't see that the boy was in no condition to take the mission anymore, even if he did get blackmailed into it. Xigbar tried not to think that for years even his Somebody might have been able to respond like that, claiming it was the casualties of war that had effected his Other.
"Yeah. The squirt can have my next one. Maybe by then he'll be able to fight worth a damn."
Xemnas slowly turned to stare at Demyx's stretched out body beside him. "And he will accept it."
The scarred man found himself answering in the other's place. "Yeah."
A final and squishy thunk of metal dug into the blonde's back before Xemnas was throwing the Nobody his standard issue black cloak and turning to regard the dark-haired man. "You're to go to the Land of the Dragons. I believe this pathetic thing has the briefing."
Nodding, Xigbar kept his face neutral while he waited for the Melodious Nocturne to dress and take him to the note. The door shut of it's own accord behind them, and the two men practically fled Xemnas' bloody chambers.
"S'no reason for you to take't," Demyx half-heartedly argued, stumbling down the last few steps. His appearance screamed emptiness, but the squirt still had enough energy to pout at the Organizations Number II Nobody.
Ruffling the other's short hair, Xigbar took the mission slip from his right hand (the other one was steadfastly clutching the now-reached doorframe). "Don't refuse him next time, kid."
Before the other man could protest any further, Xigbar turned and headed down the hall- forcing himself not to think about the lecture Demyx would give him when he got back.