Title: Video Games
Universe: Kingdom Hearts
Theme/Topic: Xaldin fails to beat himself in KHII. Demyx is there to help out.
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing/s: Demyx & Xaldin with other Org members mentioned
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Word Count: 687
Summary: Xaldin can't for the life of him beat himself in KHII. Demyx is there to lend a helping hand.
Song: Hang 'Em High – My Chemical Romance
A/N:
Demyx doesn't really have much character here, it's more about Xaldin reflecting on his video game prowess…
Disclaimer: If KH was mine Demyx would be gay with Xaldin, so I obviously don't own it.


Video Games

Demyx and Xaldin sat on the couch.

Demyx was bored as shit and, doing something very unusual for him, was reading a book. Even so, said book was on different exotic string instruments from all over the worlds; a subject he was extremely interested in.

Xaldin sat next to him and attempted not to throw the controller at the screen. He was losing to himself in KHII; a fact which had had Xigbar laughing for days. He was determined to win this time; even if his fingers wouldn't allow him to cook dinner that night.

Demyx looked up and chuckled as King Mickey appeared, signalling that Xaldin had managed to get Sora killed again. "Hey Xaldin, maybe you should take a break." He said, trying not to let his laughter infiltrate his sentence. "After all, if you just end up losing and then aren't even able to make dinner Xigbar will just laugh at you even more."

Xaldin ignored him. He played for a few more minutes, before throwing the controller at Demyx. He'd lost again. "You try it! It's so damn hard! I know it's flattering to me, but it's also humiliating…"

Demyx chuckled again, and stocked up on potions before running off to defeat Xaldin. After skipping the cutscene, Demyx breezed through the battle like it was nothing. He stood up and passed the control back to Xaldin as he left for the kitchen to get them both a snack.

Xaldin stared at the screen as he watched himself die, and then immediately saved the game, lest he lose the precious data.

He looked at all the save files, smirking at the fact that almost everyone was still trying to beat Demyx.

Marluxia had gone through the game even faster than any of them, and yet when he'd gotten to Demyx he'd sat there for three days straight with hardly any sleep and still hadn't managed to defeat him.

He'd eventually given up, skulking back every now and again to level himself up and try again; he always failed.

Roxas had smashed all their records, smirking as he basked in the fact that he alone knew every move, skill, and even every thought that was going through the computer simulation of his Somebody. He beat the game in a day and a half.

Xemnas was pitiful. He couldn't even beat the Twilight Thorn.

Demyx had gone at a slower pace, not one to show off, but as everyone else got to breaking point – some almost to the point of actually going out and killing the real version of their opponent as if that would help – Demyx had gone through the game like a hot knife through butter. Even Xigbar couldn't laugh at that.

Said blonde walked back in with a pack of French Fries™ for each of them.

"Here you go Xaldy. Can I play my file now? I want to finish Proud Mode so I can watch the secret ending." He asked, sitting in front of the PS3 console. They'd managed to get a backwards compatible one before they stopped making them.

"Mhmm, knock yourself out." Xaldin replied, going to stand up.

"You can stay if you want, I bet you wanna see it too!" Demyx said, smiling up at him before resetting the console and loading his game.

Xaldin fell down onto the couch, watching as Demyx easily defeated first Xigbar, then Luxord and Saïx like they were just Shadows. He watched as the blonde musician beat the crap out of Xemnas over and over, and laughed as he jumped up and down holding the controller over his head like it was the Holy Grail.

Demyx looked utterly confused by the time the secret ending ended and Xaldin couldn't help but laugh at all the unasked questions that his eyes held.

That boy could play his way through a whole long-winded and complex video game, understand the plot line, know his way around the game play like it was taught to him since kindergarten, yet he didn't understand something only slightly more complicated.

It seemed that playing video games came natural to him.