"Xigbar, what's this all about?"
The older man took up the newspaper Number IX was waving in his face, steadying it so he can read it. His good eye scanned the page briefly, grunting as he finished, handing the print back.
"It's '9/11 Remembrance Day', Demyx." He said simply, with a light tone. The boy raised an eyebrow.
"…9/11? What's so special about that?" he asked curiously.
"Well, a few years ago in another world, there were these plane crashes into some buildings. Killed a lot of people, and all that stuff."
"Oh…well, why's it a big deal?"
The man sighed. "It's a big deal because terrorists planned it out and everything."
A confused look flashed in Demyx's eyes. "What're terrorists?"
Xigbar crossed his arms and thought for a moment. "Terrorists…are bad people, Demyx. Very bad people." He said, choosing his words carefully so that the naïve boy would understand. "They hurt other people and don't care that they do."
"That's awful!" Demyx exclaimed, his eyes glittery with small tears and his face expressing pure mortification. How could such people exist? What a terrifying world that must be!
"Yup, it is." Number II turned towards the door and began to walk off.
"…Xigbar…"
He turned back around, something in the boy's voice sending a chill down his spine. Demyx's voice was a little darker, a bit afraid, and oddly scary. Looking back at him, he could see the boy was a little paler, and his eyes were wide with fear.
"Yeah, kid?"
"…does that…does that mean…we…we're terrorists too?"
Silence that was shattering.
Xigbar looked at him, a tinge or sadness within his eyes, before turning around. He knew he shouldn't have explained this to him.
"…yeah, Demyx. We're terrorists too."
And with that, the man walked off, not bothering to see how The Nocturne had reacted. The faint, distant splash of water on the floor was enough.
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Aww...how sad. :(
I felt that I should write a drabble dedicated to this day, to honor the people who lost their lives 7 years ago.
(moment of silence)