For Chiaroscuro
Xigbar sighed as he saw the state he was in. No legs, just a mass of spotted tentacles from the waist down. He shook his head; Xenmas sends them to Atlantica to gather information, and this is the most subtle disguise he could think of?
He did a slow turn (it was difficult getting used to moving underwater) and looked around for his partner. "Demyx?" he called, not seeing the blond musician among the corals or schools of fish.
A blur of yellow hair and a dark tail flashed by. Then again. On the third pass, Xigbar managed to grab onto the slippery merman tail his partner was now sporting.
"Hey, let go of that!" Demyx cried. "I'm just having a little fun."
"We're supposed to be working," Xigbar reminded him. "This isn't a vacation."
"Yeah, but I'm in my element, you know what I mean?" Demyx rolled onto his back, floating gracefully in that water, his nose inches away from Xigbar's. "All this warm sea water, the bright colors…it's almost like life here marches to a different beat. It makes me feel…" He gaze dropped to his Xigbar's lips. "…really free." His hands played with the flowing black strands of Xigbar's hair. "Doesn't it just make you want to go wild?" he asked with a smirk.
Xigbar glanced down at his lower extremities. "Believe me, I would, but how exactly do we…?" He felt the hands leave his hair, and he glanced up to find the blond gone again. "Demyx?"
"Look at the shiny fishie!" Demyx cried from behind the mass of coral.
Xigbar sighed. It was going to be a long mission.