The Amazing Colossal Shonen-Ai #4
Ocean water glistened over the late afternoon sun, slowly settling down at the horizon for the night. The sky was a bright orange with dark purple cloud swirls when Xigbar apparated on the sandy beach; Demyx was trying to sneak and shuffle out of the zipper end of the cloak to take a look at the sun. He felt disappointed when it was becoming night, but was in heaven smelling the calm sea and salt air of the Bibionia world.
"Looks like we came here too late," Demyx squeaked. He was in a shrunken condition prior to entering the black swirling portal. Both he and Xigbar were off to look for vital ingredients to the antidote, order by The Chilly Academic, Vexen, which would return Demyx to normal size permanently. Just noting the smell under his nose, Demyx climbed up along the cloak and perched himself on Xigbar's left shoulder, his face next to Xigbar's deep scar, now looking like a red descended road that disappeared before Xigbar's eyes. He looked at his long grey and black striped hair, held back in a ponytail and reaching his middle back. Xigbar's face was adorned with a strong, chiseled nose and bright yellow eyes like a cat's mischievous glare; his right eye patch out of Demyx's view. He wished he was bigger again, so he could lie in his arms and walk along the water. Even the smallest of splashes would be tsunamis.
"So, what do you think," Xigbar interrupted the silence.
"It still looks beautiful in the dark."
"I meant about those leaves. If they're along here, on this beach, it would be hard to find anything without any lights."
"Yeah. Axel always has the light, 'cept he'd just scorch everything."
Xigbar smiled and chuckled.
"Ice Man won't expect us back for another month; guess the stuff's are hard to find."
"The leaves shouldn't be. You see; well, in the sunlight, it always shines this bright blue, like it has sparkles around the edges. And they grow way out in these dunes, but you have to crawl along the sand to get to them and they only come out in the summer…"
"Then let's stay the whole damn month." Xigbar blurted on a whim, out of excited declaration than annoyance. "Away from everyone else back there. Just the two of us."
"Us? Really?" Demyx wasn't sure to be delighted or taken aback. This would really be the first time he would get to be alone with Xigbar; at another room, another place, away from prying eyes and possibly warping portholes out of nowhere if no else at the Organization knows where exactly they went.
They found a store that sold regular clothing; Demyx suggesting a rocker style of clothing when he does get big again. Dressed and ready for himself, a white shirt with string laces along the front and black pants, Xigbar found a local inn to stay at, paying with cash he found at another world, after the troubled soul became a heartless, figuring that it wasn't stealing and that whoever it was didn't need it anymore. (Demyx squeaked, "Would anyone have noticed?" to Xigbar's reply, "As if. Whoever they were, they left a load of this 'cash'")
Their room was a small, quaint area; only one large bed for them to share, a dresser with a round mirror to the wall but with a small table in front of the screen door window, looking out right into the sea, now dark. Demyx was placed on the table, a plastic cup and a clean ashtray visible to compare his current size, as he sat with his legs up and arms around his knees. While waiting, Demyx began feeling something again. The last time he felt it, he was ready to gag and vomit, but there was no bad taste enough to throw up or any taste. It was a funny feeling; like he was being stretched out and something moved up in the pit of his stomach to his chest, feeling it airier.
Xigbar came back in the room after scoping the sea town and found the boy, now normal sized, his legs edging the table he still clung around, looking both sheepish and nervous. After Xigbar helping him off the table, Demyx sat at the side of the bed away from the window while Xigbar sat at the end, half-crouched and with his head on his arm and other arm standing out, looking very deep in thought. He knew Vexen was right about the constant height changes, but he didn't mention that they would also go back to normal size. For one thing is for sure, Demyx at the moment is reachable without crushing him and huggable again; he was lucky to make an excuse prior to the check-in that he was expecting someone staying with him without seeing that to them would be a kid.
With things now more settled, Demyx went into the bathroom when Xigbar was still thinking to change. The clothes Xigbar picked out were a black and grey checkered stripe grunge shirt, faded jeans with a chain accessory along the waist straps, boots and one fingerless black glove.
"These are too cool," came an excited voice behind the door. Demyx strutted out of the bathroom, showing off his new wardrobe with a fanciful glee. He met his elder lover along the twin bed, who was lying down with his arms behind his restless head; Xigbar's mind occupied with the situation of Demyx unaware of the exact truth of his condition. For now, he saw that the kid was happy and it was important to keep that up. Just as Demyx as getting comfy along the squeaky bedsprings, he caught sight of a girl; blonde hair swaying and almost invisible flapped apart, holding something bright blue with sparkling edges…
"Ey, kid," The gruff voice dragged Demyx out of his visual lull. "How ya doin'?" Xigbar looked over at the boy who shook his head away from the window.
"I'm fine," Demyx said as he lowered himself down. "All to ourselves for a whole month; what can we do?"
"Guess whatever we want," Xigbar said throwing his hand up with a slight blasé. "It's like 5 o'clock and already I'm beat."
Demyx leaned in closer, his head right above Xiggy's chest and an arm lying on the other side; a chiseled body pressed hard like a rock bed. The boy squeezed him further, tingling deep down in his skin and face warming, encompassing the strength and build, letting it take over him. Xigbar moved his right arm out and scuffed the top of Demyx's mullet hair, not helping how cute he was being just then. To Demyx, it was too scary being so big and high up, but too daunting when so small and overlooked by the naked eye. The sudden laziness after dealing with the crazy days became a relief that settled over him, nuzzling his head in.
The younger Nobody just casually smiled and let his gloveless finger slip through Xigbar's now open hand. Demyx compared the hands and noticed Xigbar's hand was different than before; roughly half an inch apart from the fingertips normally, almost the same, yet the elder member is stature-like than him. Maybe it was his imagination or too much excitement that led him to think of something else. He wondered if it has to do with the time he and Xigbar kissed back in the dungeon…
His aqua emerald eyes began to flutter, losing his vision as sleep was on its way to lull him down to rest in a strange new land, unknowing of what this world will offer besides a cure.
It amazed him how far he was going. He had very faint memories of his old life; he no longer had a heart (at least, not physically, or by surgery), but there were still bits of expressions that are hard to explain; that were more than always referred to as feelings. The last time he spent long hours with Demyx was when, while practicing his Nobody skills for the first time, "Dance, water dance!" became the synonymous battle cry of over flooding the floors and the castle turned into a living aquarium. Every single member was angry at Demyx for their own obvious or frivolous reasons; frightening him so much to leave his room quarters if anyone "popped in" unexpectedly. Xigbar wasn't there at the time, so it surprised him that everyone was tense, bitter and wound up over the water boy's zealous session. To him, at least his room wasn't soggy and it was humorous noting Axel and his "water downed" and drooped spikes.
Eventually, he found Demyx hiding inside the basement, depressed and upset over what he did and fearing the worst from Xemnas. The best advice Number 2 could give let Demyx know to "be a man", to stand your ground; his powers were only just coming in, and in that practicing your powers is best left out of the castle. Except, no matter how well his skills surpassed, Demyx was not a fighter; he is a ripple along the puddle of the sea of raging Nobodies. And now, he ebbs and neaps out of his comfort zones and control because of the Wonderland formulas. At least for now, he was his old, short, normal size. Xigbar found the shortness of the kid to be, once again, cute. That it makes it able-bodied and quirky to him.
Wheezing breaths swept in and out, Demyx now fast asleep, his breathing and lying position around Xigbar's arm were also adorable. His soft young face slipping off into dreams, unharmed by anything now. Xigbar put his head against the bed frame and stared off into nothing, his mind only viewing on random thoughts. They have this time together; spending it without watchful and darkness hidden eyes. Per to what Demyx mentioned, finding the Bucaress leaves shouldn't be too hard in the dark or in the daytime. What can you do when you have all this time without an official, heart searching mission?