AN:
JK: There will be more Xigbar/Demyx father/son things in this fic, so get used to it. Xiggy-Kun's turn!

Xigbar: Don't you DARE call me that! (Starts chasing JK with guns)

Disclaimer: I own nothing except this escape rope that I'm about to use to get away from Xigbar! Oh, yeah, and I own Kitchi.

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"Xigbar's LATE?" Xemnas asked. "This isn't like him!"

"What's up?" Xigbar asked, walking into the room.

"Ah, Xigbar. I wonder if you knew what Demyx is doing with gum?"

"No, what?" Everyone fell out of their chairs anime style.

"He's putting gum in everyone's hair if they tell him to spit it out. Now, I know you suck at parenting, but you-"

"Ack! Dad! What the hell are you doing? Hey! Stop it!" Demyx yelled. "YOU'RE MESSING UP MY HAIR!"

"Now, why would you do something like that? You know that's not very polite." Xigbar scolded playfully. He had gotten Demyx in a headlock and was now seriously messing up his hair by means of a noogie.

"AIEEE! That HURTS! Owww!"

"C'mon, kid!"

"Owww!"

"Where's your sense of humor now?"

"LET GO OF ME, YOU PSYCHOTIC FREAK!"

"Is that anyway to talk to me?"

"This is child abuse! I'm calling social services!"

"Drama Queen."

"DADDY!"

-Target Practice, Some Hours Later-

"Don't you dare even think about it, Demyx Rozaku Mikado." Xigbar said calmly. Demyx stood still for a moment. He was trying to sneak up on the older Nobody and get some gum in his hair, right in his ponytail holder as well, but Xigbar had apparently heard him.

"How the hell did you do that?" Demyx asked.

"I have good hearing. I had to improve ONE of my senses since SOMEBODY was being careless with some swords!"

"I was six! …And I said I was sorry!"

"Whatever. If you're going to make yourself useful, then YOU can be my target, if you aren't, then go to your room."

"WHAT? I didn't DO anything yet!"

"Yeah, but you tried. Now get goin'. "

"I'm goin' I'm goin'." Demyx sighed.

-Demyx's (And Xigbar's) Room-

"It's not fair!" Demyx complained. "The dude hears me when I try to sneak up on him!"

"I have an idea! Why don't you find some other way to get him back?" Kitchi suggested.

"You glued Xaldin's lances together with gum." Zexion reminded him. "Why can't you do something similar?"

"Yeah! Fill his guns with gum so they backfire!" Axel suggested.

"That would hurt him." Demyx sighed. "We don't want to hurt him."

"You're only scared that he'll-"

"SHUT UP!"

"AH, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Sh-Shut up! Wait, I got it!"

-Evening Target Practice, Some Number Of Hours Later-

"Demyx?" Xigbar asked. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to watch you." Demyx replied.

"Kid, what did ya do? I'm not proteticin' ya from anyone's wrath, ya know."

"I didn't do anything!" Demyx protested angrily. "Jeez!"

"Hey, don't get like that."

"Sorry." Demyx answered. "Hey, Dad?"

"Mmmm…Yeah?" Xigbar asked, reloading his gun.

"Can you stand on the ceiling, please?"

"Hmmm?"

"Can you stand on the ceiling, please?" Demyx asked again.

"What for?"

"I just want you to."

"Alright." Xigbar said, jumping on the ceiling, and getting stuck fast in some gum conveniently placed there. "What the…? DEMYX ROZAKU MIKADO!"

"Yo, dude, just hang out for a minute, and I'll be right back." Demyx promised, then left.

"Alright, but hurry back! All the blood's goin' to my head."

-An Hour Later-

"…That brat's not comin' back, is he?" Xigbar asked the reader.

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AN:
JK: Xemnas is next, then more insanity! Oh, yeah, If you answer Xigbar's question out loud, I'll give you some kind of sweet treat. Just tell me what you want, 'kay?