Author's note- So I'm hardly using this account, as I am a very busy person. If you received a pm or review response to this story from somebody else-do not be alarmed. That's just proof of my laziness. Ugh, and I also forgot my password...However- I was determined and responsible enough to come up with this. Yeah, you all wanted this to continue-despite it being so very weird…so very weird…Ok, so this story will hopefully be no longer than five chapters…definitely no longer than seven. I am not ready for a long story with this kind of…I don't even know what to call this. It's freaking Xigbar. So I'll hurry through the pregnancy, but I won't rush so fast that we don't have time for character development. We need everyone to go through their drama-so I'll just skip a week or two once in a while.

Disclaimer- I own nothing…nothing…tra la la?

Warning-Well…I'll let you decide; all natural or cesarean? ...do I even have to ask?

Just For You!

Chapter2

Demyx woke up. He looked over and glanced at the small alarm clock, checking to see what time it was. It was about three in the morning; he had slept for two hours…He sighed miserably. He had been wakened a good four times tonight; which was pretty good considering he was usually woken up at least six or seven, but it still caused him to go insane.

"Morning sickness," he muttered quietly. "Morning…not middle of the night sickness; morning sickness!" He grabbed on to his pillow and listened the horrific sounds that were happening in the bathroom. He couldn't help but feel a little guilty as he heard the awful sounds. No, he would always get upset about being waken during the night, but every time he heard…the sounds of vomit, or in this case since nothing had been eaten yet, gastrointestinal fluid being puked out of the body, he felt terrible.

A part of him felt this was all his fault. Xigbar was not…well…not to be mean or anything, but he wasn't at an age where he could get away with stuff like this. He also had a lousy birthing figure, an addiction to alcohol, and a short attention span. This made having a baby a bit…difficult to do.

Still, it could be worse. The first week was the hardest. Demyx could only shudder as he recalled the horrific memories of Xigbar causing what would have been a homicide to end all homicides. Everybody laughed, they laughed and laughed and cried tears that also laughed. Xigbar gave everyone a ten second head start…and then he began to shoot. But it was to be expected, not everyone was willing to believe what he had told them. It wasn't until Zexion stopped laughing and explained the situation did everyone get the picture…and laugh some more. Xigbar was knocked up. Demyx; that was one thing when it came to pregnancy-he could make a cute momma. Xigbar…

Juggle this, along with Xigbar "almost" consuming toxic alcoholic beverages, him forgetting that walking on the ceiling was something he shouldn't be doing, and him chasing after Axel-running at top speed in high boots, resulting in a lot of force when foot met concrete, can be bad for a tiny fetus-cause he ate the last Twinkie; well it pretty much exhausted the young nobody.

This wasn't to say that Xigbar didn't know what he was doing. He eventually got the drift once he saw of exhausted poor Demyx was, and he forced himself to settle down a bit. He tried to remember that there were certain things he could not do anymore, and he would do his best to make sure he kept the one important thing in the two nobodies lives safe. It was frustrating, but he did what he had to do, and he eventually got the hang of it. Sure, Demyx still had to remind Xigbar that running around and shooting people might be a tad dangerous, but for the most part-Xigbar was making up for a decent parent to be.

Demyx listened as he heard the toilet make the loud flushing sound. He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. He didn't want Xigbar to get upset; depression and worry was not good for him or the baby, and although Xigbar wasn't suffering from it (yet), Demyx would rather not risk it. So he was silent as he listened to sluggish footsteps and felt some movement on the bed. He could feel Xigbar watching him, making sure he didn't wake his younger lover while he…y'know where this is going. Demyx continued to pretend, and he felt Xigbar eventually find his place on the bed and began to rest. He sighed quietly and figured Xigbar would be jumping out of the bed in an hour or two. He was pretty sensitive to the nausea, and he come to see the toilet as a freaking shrine the past two months.

Demyx felt exhaustion claim him, and he soon fell asleep. Xigbar would hopefully get out of this faze soon. Hopefully…by the end of the third month, he would be ok. No more sickness and him throwing up half of what he ate…or just bile and gastric fluids.

Demyx felt two arms wrap around him.

Two months down…seven more to go.

"Is there a problem Xemnas," Xigbar asked once he made himself comfortable. He leaned in his thrown and looked up to the quiet nobody.

"Well, actually," Xemnas said, "well…yes Number II, yes; there is a problem."

Xigbar raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"You see…Number II…Xigbar," Xemnas said. He had never expected to give this kind of speech to Xigbar, so as one could imagine, our superior was feeling quite a bit odd and out of place at the moment.

"Yes," Xigbar said. His voice held no anger nor did it hold the ability of understand what was going on. Xemnas sighed; he really did not want to have to explain this.

"You see…the past month, "Xemnas sighed, "You've been…shooting a bit of our members…."

"I always shoot people," Xigbar said, "It's what I do."

"Yes…but…you've been doing it more…and you're doing it for no reason either," Xemnas said, "I mean…I'm sure you have your reasons….but you put Number IV, VI, and even Number VIII in the ward."

"They had it coming," Xigbar said with a smile.

"Would you like to explain," Xemnas asked. He didn't want to think Xigbar was merely acting out in a desperate attempt to pent out the hormonal rage he was going through, but anything could happen. He stared at Xigbar, he didn't look pregnant. The tests had shown him other wise, along with everyone laughing their tight asses off, but he was still having a hard time believing it so. He knew Xigbar, he knew the nobody well…and him getting himself pregnant did not fit the profile of the gunner.

"What's there to explain," Xigbar asked. He shrugged. The older nobody didn't see what was wrong, but then again, how could he? He had not idea how quickly his anxiety and emotional output was at the moment.

"You shot Number IV," Xemnas said.

"And," Xigbar asked.

"I doubt he deserved such treatment," Xemnas said. "He is the one who decided to take charge of you-and he even went as far to provide you a sonogram…which you have yet to do."

"I am not letting him molest me like that," Xigbar said while shaking his head. "That is just weird…him touching me and moving some gel all over my stomach-I refuse to take part in that!"

"…could you explain what he did to deserve getting shot point blank," Xemnas asked patiently.

"He made me upset," Xigbar answered.

"Upset," Xemnas asked. That did not seem right at all. Xigbar…getting upset? How in the hell did Vexen manage to pull that off? "Uhm…what did he do…or say?"

Xigbar paused…

…

"I'm not going to lie to you Number II," Vexen said as he flipped through the many charts. "I find the diet you've been living on quite atrocious and hardly fitting for an adult male…let alone one that is carrying a child!"

Xigbar rolled his eyes.

"I thought Number X and his alcohol intake was bad, this juts baffles the mind! I'm shocked that you even are capable of holding the figure you posses," Vexen said.

"I have a fast metabolism," Xigbar joked as he leaned against the surgical table.

"This is not funny," Vexen said, "you could easily malnourish yourself and the child if you continue this high fat diet of yours!" Vexen handed Xigbar a list of paper.

"What's this," Xigbar asked, flipping through the many sheets of paper, but not looking through it.

"A list of what you can longer consume during the pregnancy," Vexen stated as Xigbar dropped the sheets in complete shock. He watched the sniper nobody scramble and pick up a sheet, viewing the list that he had been given to him. He paled.

"Dude, I eat all this stuff," Xigbar said in horror. "What the hell am I supposed to eat if you take away all my food?"

"Something decent," Vexen said.

"The food I eat is decent," Xigbar said. "I eat my veggies!"

"The "veggies" you consume are not that healthy," Vexen said. "Tempura and onion rings…you seriously think that's going to help build a strong baby?"

"What about guacamole flavored chips," Xigbar asked.

Vexen shook his head.

"You need to move on to a much healthier diet," Vexen said, "and luckily for you, I have made a list of things that not only are beneficial for your body, but will help your growing child develop much better."

"…"

Vexen turned around and scurried through his many sheets, looking for the list that he had typed and printed out for Xigbar. He paid no attention to the fact that Xigbar was silent as ever, glaring at him with absolute despise. Nope, not at all…

"Here we go," Vexen said as he turned around. He handed Xigbar the list; Xigbar merely glanced at it, not all too eager to take it in his hands. But the sniper eventually gave in, and he took the evil list in his hands and looked through it, his anger growing more and more as he skimmed down.

"…"

"I suggest you start this diet now and go completely dry turkey with your old diet," Vexen said. "We don't have time to wean you off the old one, and the sooner you rid of all the toxins inside of you the better-and why are you looking at me like that?"

…

Xigbar smirked. "He…said really mean things to me…really hurt my feelings…"

"…"

Xigbar chuckled at the memory. "He won't be bothering me again though…"

Xemnas face-palmed himself.

"Number II," Xemnas boomed in his expressionless voice, "you will have a talk with Number IV and you will apologize for your behavior and you will have yourself checked."

"Why," Xigbar asked in a very upset tone.

"Because I said so," Xemnas simply said. And now Xigbar had absolutely no choice because as sad as it was, this was Xemnas closing statement.

"Are you going to make me say sorry to Axel and Zexion too, mom," Xigbar asked in a very snide tone.

"Yes," Xemnas said, "in fact, you will apologize to everyone for your misbehavior. There is no excuse for the way you have been acting. I understand you are having a hard time, dealing with the hormonal bodily changes…but this is simple inexcusable. Saix did not act like this-and he not acting like this now-and he is carrying twins."

"…"

"We may have been friends in our past lives, but I will not let old friendships stand in front of our main goal," Xemnas continued. "I will let you procreate with whomever you please, but I will not have you shoot every living being that so much as makes you feel a tad uncomfortable. You can't even feel to begin with…"

"…"

"Yes," Xemnas said, "there is just no excuse for your poor behavior…you will talk to Vexen and you will get yourself checked and you will listen to…why are you looking at me like that?"

"Are you ok" was the last thing Xigbar wanted to hear at the moment. He had had a long day, mostly consisting of forgiving Vexen and being forced into an awkward position, and he was by all means, levels, and whatever else one could think of; pissed as hell.

But Xigbar held in the urged to strangle, as it was Demyx who had asked this question. Instead, he turned around and smiled at the younger nobody, eager to talk to him and help release some of the stress and frustration that he was going through. He wasn't going to lie; this was very difficult. It was difficult being wrong all the time, and it was difficult being ordered around. He hated not being able to have all the fun he used to have, and he disliked that he couldn't go on any missions or use his powers as he pleased. But Xigbar wouldn't complain about these things to Demyx-he didn't want to upset him. He didn't want to complain and whine and make Demyx feel guilty about him and this whole situation. Bit it was hard…and he was going to admit it; he had thought about…giving up. Mostly today, but that's cause he had been so pissed off. He wasn't feeling it now though; the urge to end it, because he had something that had killed the anger inside of him, and it wasn't alcohol or pain medication.

"Hey kid," Xigbar said with his cheery smile. "What's up? Haven't seen you all day."

"I had a really hard mission," Demyx said as he flopped himself onto the bed. He sighed tiredly and looked up at Xigbar.

"Really," Xigbar said. "Wish I could have been there to help you out a little."

Demyx shook his head, "NO…I wouldn't want you to get hurt!"

Xigbar paled a little when he heard that. Wasn't he supposed to be saying things like that? Why was Demyx saying this? He frowned. He was still the same guy; he could take care of himself. No…Demyx was just being a bit protective, nothing more, nothing less. But it was a tad bothersome, having being treated like this, if only for a moment.

"…you don't want me to get hurt," Xigbar asked in astonishment.

"Well…yeah," Demyx said.

"When have I ever been hurt on a mission," Xigbar asked, raising an eyebrow at the Melodious Nocturne. "I'm Xigbar-I'm fucking badass-I never get hurt on a mission!"

Demyx frowned. "You're not immortal…you could get hurt…and if you do…"

Xigbar gritted his teeth. Oh god, this was not happening. Demyx was not supposed to baby him! He was not going to be babied! Especially this early into the bloody pregnancy.

"Look Demyx," Xigbar said, "I ain't gonna get hurt. I never do get hurt, I fight at a distance…and I defy gravity!"

"Vexen said you shouldn't be doing that since you don't know if the baby can," Demyx said with a pout. "…you're not doing that, are you?"

"…if the moment calls for it," Xigbar muttered.

"Xigbar," Demyx whined. "You can't keep doing that kind of stuff!"

"I know," Xigbar said, "but if the moment calls for it…what do you expect me to do?"

"When does the moment call for it," Demyx asked.

"Whenever Axel decides he gonna be a douche," Xigbar answered.

"But Axel's always a douche," demyx said.

"Yeah…"

"Xigbar…," Demyx said in very a parental tone.

"Demyx," Xigbar whined. "Do you have any idea how stupid people are?"

Demyx nodded his head, his eyes locked onto Xigbar. "Yes," he said, "yes I do as a matter of fact."

"I'm going to kill you," Xigbar said.

"You wouldn't kill me," Demyx said with a pout. "You "wuv" me."

"Eww," Xigbar said, "don't ever say that again."

Demyx chuckled. He sat next to Xigbar and looked at the other. "So," he said eagerly, "you are ok…right?"

"What exactly does that mean," Xigbar asked.

"I just want to make sure you aren't upset or anything," Demyx said. "I know you aren't exactly…fond of your situation, and I want to make sure that your not too stressed or anything…"

"Demyx," Xigbar said, "I can't go on missions, and I can't run around and go on murderous rampages…what makes you think I'm fine?"

Demyx was silent.

"I haven't shot anything in almost four hours," Xigbar muttered.

"Four hours," Demyx asked.

"Yeah," Xigbar said, "Xemnas made me say sorry to Vexen, it was really fucked up. I have no idea why he thought that would be a good idea…"

"So you shot Vexen," Demyx asked.

Xigbar laughed. "Nope, I shot Xemnas!"

Demyx eyes widened in horror; had he heard that right? "You…did what?"

"I shot the bastard," Xigbar said.

"But why would you do that," Demyx asked.

"I'm not going to lie to you kid," Xigbar said, "I was feeling really angsty right at the moment-and whenever I feel like that…I just feel like shooting even more than usual…no big deal."

"…what made you feel so angsty at the moment," Demyx asked curiously.

Xigbar frowned and looked over to the dark sheet that was lying on his table. He turned to Demyx. "I was forced to comply with rules that made me feel very uncomfortable."

"Didn't you get into trouble," Demyx asked.

"Not really," Xigbar said. "At least…not into too much to where it would affect my daily life."

"…"

"I don't see why you are so shocked," Xigbar said. He grabbed hold of the younger by the shoulder and pulled him closer. "You know…I am quite capable of taking acre of myself."

"I'm not so much worried about you," Demyx muttered, looking away as he did. "It's merely your actions…and how they might affect the baby."

"People can have healthy babies without getting themselves checked," Xigbar said, "and they can run around and do all sorts of things and the kids come out perfectly fine."

"But we're not like normal people," Demyx muttered. "I mean…since when was bending space or controlling water clones a normal thing?" Demyx shook his head. "You don't even have a heart! You shouldn't even be able to properly supply a baby to begin with…"

Xigbar frowned. "You've been thinking about this a lot, haven't you?"

"Of course," Demyx said, "I wanna make sure everything is ok and our little baby will be healthy and happy and all…"

Ugh…he should not be in this situation, especially with Demyx saying all the stereotypical motherly things.

"So it's important that you take really good care of yourself," Demyx said, "I know you've been having a lot of morning sickness, and that you having problems keeping your attitude in check-"

"There is nothing wrong with my attitude," Xigbar hissed, a smile still on his face as his inner being told him not to summon up his weapon and commit homicide.

"-but I think if you tried just a little harder, maybe things will get just a little bit better," Demyx said.

"Have you been talking to Vexen," Xigbar asked.

"Zexion," Demyx answered.

Note to self; dangle Zexion from the ceiling till the blood rushes to his head and makes him pass out.

Xigbar really disliked this conversation, but he knew he had to listen to it. Not because Demyx was telling him the importance of a good diet and lots of rest, but because he knew it was true. He promised Demyx a baby…and it should be a good one. It needed to be healthy and strong and ready for the real world. That giving up feeling came up again, but it quickly faded as he thought more about the situation. He really was not cut out for this job, but he was given the duty, so he should at least try to meet halfway with what was needed.

Xigbar nodded his head, listening to what Demyx was saying.

"So what happened when you finished apologizing to Vexen," Demyx said.

"Well, I'm sure Xemnas wanted me to say sorry to every one who had gotten on my bad side," Xigbar said, pondering over what had happened earlier on, " but since he was bleeding from the head he didn't seem all too interested in the matter."

"Oh..," Demyx said, his voicing trailing off at the horrific sight. "Anything after that…?"

Xigbar hunched over. "Well…"

"Well what," Demyx asked.

"Xemnas made me…," Xigbar said, wincing as if he were in some sort of pain.

"Made you..," Demyx asked.

"Get…a checkup," Xigbar said in a very sickened tone. "Right after I said I was sorry…I was FORCED on to a table and-"

"OH MY GOSH," Demyx said in a very excited tone. He jumped up and down on the bed, his face bright with stupor and joy. "You got to see our baby?! That is soooo awesome!"

"…you seem rather happy about this," Xigbar muttered.

"I totally am," Demyx said with a huge smile. "Did you see his or her face?!"

"Well-"

"What about the hands and feet," Demyx asked before Xigbar could even come out with an answer. He stopped for a moment, and then a very curious smiled appeared on his face. "Do you know if it's a girl or a boy yet?"

"…really," Xigbar asked in confusion.

"I really, really, really want to know," Demyx said.

"Well…," Xigbar said, "for starters-it doesn't look like any baby I've seen. It looks like something that was hanging around a nuclear plant for too long. Secondly-way too early to know the sex-though it doesn't matter since it will obviously be a boy." Xigbar smirked. "Anything else would simply be unacceptable."

"Does it look cute," Demyx asked.

"I just said it looked like something that was playing with radioactive…"

"…"

"You have no idea what I'm talking about," Xigbar muttered. "Well…it didn't look cute per se, but you can take a look yourself if you want."

Demyx eyes lit up.

Xigbar pointed to his table.

The young nobody looked over and immediately spotted the dark sheet lying on the table. He got up from the bed and walked over to the small table. Xigbar remained on the bed, listening to the sound of Demyx gasping in shock and whatever the hell he was feeling as he saw the small figure that was on the sheet. Their kid. Xigbar twitched when he heard Demyx make a rather annoying sound-something that a human would give to a puppy or something- and was thankful that Demyx hadn't been there for the sonogram.

He felt movement on the bed and turned to Demyx. The young nocturne had never looked happier on his life.

"So," Xigbar said.

"He's soooo cuuute," Demyx said, his cheek brimming with red and his eyes watery from being so overjoyed.

"You're kidding right," Xigbar asked.

Demyx shook his head. He sat himself right next to Xigbar and pointed at the small figure. "Look at him," he said.

"Yeah," Xigbar asked. The older nobody glanced at Demyx, then to the picture than back at demyx. His eye widened-Demyx was crying?!

"He's so small," Demyx said. He seemed happy about the situation.

"They usually start that way," Xigbar said with a smile. Demyx really looked happy…it made him feel a bit better, despite the crap-shit of a day he had gone through.

"Look," Demyx said, his voice up an octave as he pointed at the small appendages. "He has tiny little arms and legs…"

At first, Xigbar could not explain why it was such a big deal to be drooling over something so simplistic. When he had gotten the check up he thought nothing of what he saw. It was a natural-as natural as male pregnancies get-to see these sorts of things in a two month old fetus. So he really didn't ga ga over the site. But…when Demyx pointed it out, for some reason…it was different. He couldn't help but watch where the fingers pointed, and he would notice things that he hadn't noticed before. They were tiny…and they were so small…but they would get bigger with time, so what was the big deal? But this did not seem to rest within his mind at the moment. Demyx would point things out and Xigbar couldn't help but nod in agreement, what was once something boring and careless was becoming more and more remarkable. He didn't know why…maybe Demyx had a way with words or something.

"He's so precious," Demyx said happily.

"Y-yeah," Xigbar said, feeling a bit out of place as he did.

"I wish I could have been there," Demyx said sadly. "I really would have liked to see him up close." Demyx looked over to Xigbar. "Did he move?"

"I guess he did," Xigbar answered. "I mean…he is small…and he really doesn't have much muscle to be doing a lot."

Demyx pouted. "I wish I didn't have such a hard mission…then maybe I could've seen him."

"Maybe next time," Xigbar said, shrugging just a little. He regretted his words immediately.

"I wish," Demyx said, "but chances are I'll have another mission."

"Well…maybe I could help," Xigbar said.

"You can't."

"Yes I can," Xigbar said. "I'm not that far along where I have to be watched over constantly. I can take care of myself…and I can take care of you."

Demyx smiled, but quickly frowned. "You should take care of the baby…"

"Well kid…if you want to be that way, then I guess you ain't gonna see him next time I'm forced to get another prenup," Xigbar said in a sly yet threatening tone.

Demyx pouted. "Well…I guess…."

Xigbar smirked.

"That's not fair," Demyx said finally.

"Life isn't fair," Xigbar said, "and I would personally know this. So, what will it be…?"

"You shouldn't be fighting," Demyx said.

"I don't fight-I point my gun and shoot, and usually my enemy is a brainless heartless that can't even figure what's going on. I'll be fine-god you sound so much like Xemnas."

Demyx made a face.

"I've never been attacked-ever," Xigbar said. "Sides…consider it bonding time-something that we hardly get to do considering that I puke up something every hour on the hour…"

"I guess," Demyx said finally, "if you put it that way."

Xigbar smiled. "You see…"

"You're not barfing now," Demyx added.

"Yeah…and to think I'm wasting time talking about me getting a break from it all when I should be screwing you right now," Xigbar muttered.

"What was that," Demyx asked.

"I love you Demyx," Xigbar said.

Demyx smiled stupidly. "Aww, I love you too!"

And the conversation ended-and while Xigbar thought it would have been a good idea to go and kiss his precious little Demy on the lips and then make hot, passionate love to him- he couldn't'…because it was at that moment did he start to feel queasy.

Today was one of those days where you could pretty much assume something terribly ridiculous was going to happen. It may have had to do with the fact that Saix was nowhere to be seen, therefore no missions were to be assigned, it may have had to do with the fact that there was a group of immature nobodies huddled around in a small tight net, or may have had to do with the fact that the room reeked of alcohol. But something was going to happen…and it was to happen soon.

This was the prediction Roxas had made as he settled down next to Axel and watched the redhead, along with Xaldin, Luxord, and Demyx all decided that they were going to play a game of sorts. Well…Luxord decided they were to play a game; Xaldin was the one to pick it…and as for Axel and Demyx; they were just bored. But this was not the reason as to why he assumed something horribly wrong was to happen in the very near future…what made him come to the conclusion was the sniper nobody that sat next to Demyx. Xigbar was sitting there, silent as ever, his yellow eye locked on to the alcoholic beverages. He hadn't been invited to play-due to a certain now-obvious reason-and Demyx was to play in his stead. It was this that made him come to the conclusion that something will soon happen.

You see-Xigbar had a relatively thin build. He had muscle of course, but he was not bulky by all means. And as soon as he hit ten weeks, the worst thing in the entire mind-set-universe-of-all-things-sane-and insane-met-and-collected-into-a-sick-kind-of-thing happened; he showed. Well, you really couldn't tell…unless you were Xigbar in which everything looked a hell lot worse than it actually was…but it was hardly noticeable. Unfortunately, Demyx told. The boy was so excited that Xigbar was showing, that their tiny little bundle of joy was growing up and getting bigger every day, and he went and told all his friends. Now, Luxord was pretty mature about the situation…as well as Xaldin and Roxas, although Roxas was a bit disturbed. But Axel…the douche bag of a nobody could not keep his mouth shut. He was all over Xigbar. Now, Xigbar could take a joke…but as sad as it was…Xigbar was having problems controlling his ability to keep cool. Morning sickness was gone…but it had been replaced with a sick bitch. Xigbar got angrier quicker-got upset faster (thought he never showed it…not even to Demyx…he was far too proud to admit that he was getting way out of his league with this whole situation)-and became rather murderous faster. But Xigbar never got far; he'd restrain himself from pulling the trigger…most of the time, and this was why Roxas was scared shitless. Because last week, Xigbar got pissed…and he let it out.

But despite this event, another was just around the corner. Xigbar missed alcohol, he missed everything about it. He could live without it, and he could make it without getting drunk off his ass-but he craved it…pun intended. It was bad enough he was eating things he disliked, as well as whole slew of other disturbing things the sniper nobody would never do…but watching everyone get wasted was hard. He wanted nothing more than to him the fun…but at eleven weeks he was in no condition to be doing such things. Whatever he did would affect the "little dude" inside of him, and he wanted nothing more than to prove to Demyx that he was a good parent. This kid was going to be great-he was going to be fucking awesome and so much better than Xemnas' spoiled daughter-and he was going to make sure it was like that even if it killed him.

Nope…that shouldn't be too long now…

Oh god he wanted to get drunk!

And hour passed…and nothing bad happened. Axel, Luxord, and Xaldin were buzzed, and Demyx was lying on the floor; drunk as a skunk. He was not an alcoholic by all means, and it did not take long for him to get drunk and fall to the floor. Roxas and Xigbar were the only sober members. He was beginning to get very nervous; Demyx was out and Xigbar had not said a word since the game began. Demyx could easily calm the older nobody down in case something happened-but Roxas alone stood no match. Axel was drunk as hell…and Luxord, being mature and British, was the only one who could possibly talk the other and give him a stern warning about messing with their hormonally stressed friend. Too bad Luxord was wasted. He stared quietly as Xaldin took another shot, and Axel and Luxord cheered him on and began to laugh hysterically as the Dragoon nobody began to wobble just a little as he was dared to skip about the room and scream "I'm an ass-tard" as he did. He looked absolutely hilarious…and Roxas was sure in a normal situation, he would have laughed along. But he couldn't- he was too busy staring at Xigbar. He could see something building within the other-something that could be murderous and sadistic. Thirty minutes went by and Xaldin was out. Luxord and Axel were pathetically drunk, and both uttered complete nonsense to each other. Roxas was frightened at this point. Demyx had not woken up yet, and Luxord and Axel were literally pointing out random things to talk about, like why in the hell they had such weird hairdos and hair colors. Xigbar was silent as ever, and he kept his eye locked on the many empty liquor bottles, and sometimes he would dart to Luxord and Axel, but he would remain silent.

And finally it got to the point where the two were just staring at each other, the look of audacity on their faces, along with the pleasing high status, had formed on their faces. If it weren't for the fact that Roxas was sitting between them, he was sure they would have started making out-just for the hell of it.

Xigbar got up from his seat and walked over to the three nobodies. At first, Roxas assumed he was simply going to pull the young teen from the obviously awkward situation; he was, after all, a young boy sitting between too older, hot drunk men. But then Roxas realized that Xigbar was with Demyx…so he probably shipped the idea of him getting messed with by Axel and Luxord and then figured Xigbar was up to no good. That was, until Xigbar said…

"Move," he said to the younger nobody.

"What," Roxas asked.

"Get up," Xigbar said, his patience quickly running dry.

Roxas, for a moment, questioned the very logic behind Xigbar's motives. But rather than question the gunners motives, he finalized that asking questions to someone who was going through hormonal ups and downs, along with withdrawal, probably deserved their privacy. So he got up and moved aside for Xigbar.

Xigbar smirked and pulled something from his pocket. Roxas couldn't get a good glimpse of it, but he was sure it had a silvery glow to it, whatever it was.

Xigbar glanced at the red head, who had no idea what was going on, and smiled evilly at him. Scary evil-like Xigbar seriously looked like he was going to do something really fucked up. Like the Joker fucked up. He sat himself between the two, looking quite casual. Luxord, at this point- had actually won the game-because right as Xigbar made himself comfy on the sea, Axel passed out. Luxord always won…

But this was not the case. Xigbar grabbed Axel's zipper and hurriedly pulled it down, exposing his bare chest to the whole wide world. He stared at the small, vacuumed sealed bottle and made an annoyed face as he glanced at the silvery liquid that had put him in this situation. No…he would not brutally kill axel, but he would make sure he suffered some consequences. He glanced at Luxord and sighed, almost feeling bad for what he was about to do. The blonde was so not made for fatherhood…but Axel deserved the agony so there, and Luxord, for some odd reason, saw something decent in Axel…so he would have to suffer as well.

"Xigbar," Roxas asked nervously.

"Shhh," Xigbar shushed the young blonde.

"What are you…?"

"Keep your mouth shut," Xigbar said quickly, his non existent heart racing as Axel stirred just a little. He glanced at Luxord and smiled, the blonde was out.

"That stuff…in the bottle," Roxas asked quietly.

"A surprise," Xigbar muttered. He pulled out a syringe and began to remove it from its baggy confinements.

"Why would you," Roxas asked, stunned.

"Oh you know it's funny," Xigbar said.

"Well, yeah, but," Roxas said. "Isn't it a bit immature?"

Xigbar turned around and stared at Roxas.

"…"

"…"

"…"

"Yeah, your right," Roxas said. Maturity and Organization XIII just simply did not mix in well enough…

"My point exactly Xigbar said as he put the syringe together. He placed the needle in the bottle and began to suck up the thick liquid from its confinements. He glared down at the victim to be and smiled at the thought. Let's see Axel make fun of him now when he's knocked up as well. And Axel was twice as skinny as he was…just imagine how stupid he's look by four months!

Roxas' eyes widened as he realized Xigbar's fatal flaw in the plan. It had just occurred to him…that-oh crap he's already administering it!

"Wait," Roxas said, but it was already too late. Xigbar had injected the fluid into Axel, and the redhead stirred for a moment…but then quickly relaxed. Thank you for hardcore drugs.

"What is it now," Xigbar asked annoyed.

"Well, that stuff you injected," Roxas said.

"What about it," Xigbar asked.

"Zexion told us how you ended up that way," Roxas said. "But…that's stuff…that's silver stuff is the medicine you injected to yourself?"

"Yeah," Xigbar answered.

"…well," Roxas said. "I mean…what if, cuz it's supposed to help raise the potency …" Roxas blushed, shaking his head at the horrid idea that had been borne from his mind.

"What is it," Xigbar asked,

"What if..," Roxas asked frightenly.

"If…," Xigbar asked.

"If Luxord gets pregnant," Roxas asked. (No…don't even ask me)

"…"

"It could happen," Roxas said. "If Axel ever…"

"You know what Roxas," Xigbar said. "That will never happen…why? Well, because Axel is just…well…it just won't happen."

"What if it does," Roxas asked.

Xigbar frowned.

"…"

"Well, would you look at the time," Xigbar said. "It's getting real late…I should get to sleep."

"Xigbar," Roxas said desperately.

Xigbar walked over and scooped up the nobody and teleported off. He was not going to deal with that kind of sick scenario, god forbid it ever come to fruitality.

Oh well…

Demyx had been asleep for five hours now, which was five more hours that Xigbar had been asleep. The older nobody sighed as he rested his head on his knees. He had been sitting on the bed, his mind wandering from place to place. His long hair covered most of his view as it veiled around him, but he wasn't really looking fro anything in particular.

He just couldn't sleep.

Simple as that…

Yep…

…

As one could see, Xigbar was a bit annoyed at this. He had no reason as to why he was incapable of sleeping, and he was upset that he didn't know either. It was the middle of the night-he had better things to do than sit around. He glanced down and stared at Demyx. The boy was deep asleep, and he seemed really relaxed and just fine. He was just so envious.

He shook his head.

He was really getting tired of dealing with these stupid symptoms. He had no proof, but he was sure that this insomnia had something to do with that spoiled brat of his. Yeah-you heard me-spoiled. What kind of child keeps his parent up all night long?!

He let himself all too the bed, not afraid of waking up Demyx. This was annoying; no…it was mother-effing frustrating. How was he supposed to keep his calm and relax when his child took that possibility away from him? He placed a hand on his stomach and sighed miserably. He glided over the small mound once, twice, and once more; feeling the small little slope that was forming. It made him so worried, how was he supposed to deal with more of this? He had about six and a half months to go…and he was already considering the option of backing out of this. Even with the beautiful possibility of Axel getting knocked up and crying and throwing a fit over Xigbar's awesomeness did not help him much.

Xigbar blew at a hair that was on his face and groaned. No more sickness…but that didn't mean he was going to sleep. His diet was…crappy at best now, and his sex life was slowly going down the drain….eww, he had no idea how he was going to pull that off after another month.

But despite all of this…he refused to give up, no matter how much he wanted to. He was going to get through this…somehow. Pregnancy was hard, but failure was harder,

Especially when it mean somebody would die. Yes, that really bothered him…

He turned to his side and stared at Demyx. Still sound asleep; his movement had not done a thing to disturb him. Xigbar stared at the younger nobody and placed a hand on his soft face. He was sweet, so very sweet. He had surprised him so much lately…he was being rather mature about the situation…

Demyx…he wanted the little kid to look just like him. Blue eyes, dirty blonde hair…and that smile. The dumb expressions and gullibility could go out the window, but he would kill for the kid to have Demyx's personality. Water…nah; that was just stupid. If the kid came with powers then he would want it to turn out like him in that category. He could tech him to play with guns…Axel and Zexion would make for good meat targets. Xigbar let a few of his long fingers trail across Demyx's soft cheeks. A little Demyx, he could work with that right there.

Xigbar leaned over and placed a small kiss on the sleeping nobody. He flopped back on the bed and sighed, knowing he wasn't going to be getting much sleep tonight. He closed his eyes, maybe…if he tried hard enough…he would fall asleep.

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Fuck.

So there is chapter two. Not all that funny or long as the first-but enough to get a general idea of how everyone feels about this. Don't worry, Xigbar will eventually get used to the idea...sort of...no...not really. It's really hard trying to keep everyone in character in this kind of situation, so forgive me if certain characters seem out of place. I'll also be adding the other nobodies in eventually-so all you Marly, Lar, blah fans will not be left out.

So yeah- how do you want it? I mean...I can do a natural birth scene...as scary as it sounds. But if you want it another way-now is the time to act out and shout out your voice. I may hardly ever come on here, but I do check my emails. Your vote will count. So review...yeah. I'll update as soon as I can-so...uhm...bye?