A Hundred of Her Memories

by Timber Wolf of Purity

Xion - A Replica. A puppet. But who says she can't make memories of her own? With a heartless assassin and a nobody with a heart for friends, anything is possible. Why not falling in love? "I couldn't have done it without my trusty side-kick." "Side-kick? I prefer partner-in-crime at worst, and your-illustrious-highness at best." In the end, true love will conquer over evil.

76. Kleptomaniac

A Hundred of Her Memories

76 – Kleptomaniac

This was my brother's idea… so if you don't like it, blame him. ;-P Not really.

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Xion didn't think she was doing any harm.

There were after all, a bunch of them lying on that table. Why should one be missed?

Her hair was getting too long anyway. She needed something to tie her hair up.

But seriously… why was Xigbar so angry?

"WHERE is it? WHERE IS IT?"

Xion blanched and hid behind Axel, peeking between his arm and his side.

An angry Xigbar burst into the Grey Area, his long peppered hair flying out like a cape behind him.

"WHERE IS MY PONYTAIL?"

Xion whimpered, clinging to Axel. The perceptive red-head reached behind him and quickly pulled the hair-tie out of her hair.

He tossed it to the berserk man. "You mean this? Found it in the room this morning. Thought it was something else. Oh well. No harm, no foul, right?"

Xigbar snatched the ponytail and quickly tied his long hair up before stomping off.

Xion slumped against Axel in relief. "Thank you so much, Axel. I thought I was done for…"

"Interesting," he murmured. "I never took you for a klepto." He laughed and ruffled her hair loose. "I like your hair better down anyway."

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Okay, I admit, this is kind of funny. Trey has some good ideas after all. ;)