Midnight Snacks
Xaldin, the II member of Organization XIII came down from his room wearing a fluffy pink night robe. He scratched his bum nonchalantly, making his way to the refrigerator. Brushing his brown locks of hair behind his ears he began his search for something to eat. "Demyx never gets any good food." He complained, slamming his fist in to the refrigerator door. It had been Demyx's job to get the food for the week, but he either ate it on the way home, or he doesn't even do it.
However, Xaldin settled for the last little bit of chicken left over from dinner and sat down at their large, round table. Who suggested a round table anyway? Every time they ate together, which was rarely, he felt like he was part of the Knights of the Round Table. The table was round, for God's sake!
Off that rant, he took a rather large bite of a chicken leg, ripping the meat off the bone. To some, the scene might've been pretty gory. It, well… used to be part of a sweet, innocent chicken! But, no one could complain. Xaldin was a gory guy, after all. And the chicken was dead anyway, so--
"Whatcha eatin'?"
Xaldin seemed to jump three feet in the air while letting out a girlish scream. "Oh, it's only you, Saix." He sighed in relief.
"What'd you think it was? A heartless?" Saix asked smugly as he moved from where he was previously standing, which had been right behind Xaldin, and sat down in a chair. "Please, they aren't that smart."
"Shut up." He muttered, taking yet another gory bite out of the chicken leg. Saix giggled to himself. "What's so funny?"
"Well, that's what happens when some one comes up from behind me!"
"Like when Sora totally PWNed you?"
Xaldin raised an eyebrow as he stared at Saix, confused. "What's PWNed?"
"Never mind." Saix took a chicken wing from the plate of left over chicken and chewed on an end. "'Sides, you should be able to figure it out."
Xaldin pouted. "But I can't. Tell me!"
"I don't wanna."
"I'll do anything!"
"Anything I want?"
"Yes! Just tell me!" Xaldin grabbed Saix's sleeve and sobbed into it. "I wanna know!"
Saix leaned down and whispered something undecipherable into Xaldin's ear. "Deal?" He inquired.
"As long as we do it in my room." Xaldin added. "Your room is a mess."
"Ok, ok." Saix laughed.
And the plate of gory, left over chicken was discarded and forgotten, left for Demyx when he came down moments later for some midnight snacks, only to hear faint moans coming from the inner corridor. "I think I'm gonna be sick."
The end!