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Summary: Mistaken identity was never so much fun
Teacher
By: the critical blow
"What's up teacher?"
Xaldin closed his eyes trying to keep from punching the hyper active blonde beside him. But he had more control than that. Besides he would probably get in trouble for it later. Normally he would have just ignored him and prayed he'd go away but Demyx was determined not to let this go.
"Demyx..." Xaldin said as calmly as he could as he folded the paper neatly.
"Yes?" The teen grinned brightly.
"Shut up." Xaldin said.
Earlier that morning the two had run into a very strange pair, a short (not to mention tempered) blonde and a clanking suit of armor. A clanking suit of armor that could walk and talk. It seemed they had just lost their world and were looking for any survivors.
Come to think of it, it was a rather stupid idea to take his hood down now that he thought of it. The moment he had Xaldin was assaulted affectionately by said shortly short tempered blonde and walking/talking/clanking suit of armor. It appeared he looked like someone they knew on their world. That someone was called...
"Teeeacher! That's so rude!" Demyx whined.
Xaldin gave the blonde a withering look before a small evil looking smile wormed onto his face. A picture appeared in his hands, a picture of a certain annoyingly spaztic blonde trying to run awaya from a certain shortly short tempered blonde while getting his ass handed to him.
And thus Demyx shut his mouth for the rest of the week.
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A/N: I was talking with my little cousin when I realized from a certain angle... Xaldin looks like Izumi from Full Metal Alchemist. XD-is shot- x.x