o44 power
Title: great.responsibility
Fandom: kingdom hearts ii
Claim: xigbar/demyx
Theme: o44 power
Word Count: 1132
Rating: g
Summary: xigbar and demyx find someone in need of their help.
Disclaimer: not mine, etc. etc. etc.
A/N: long drabble is long! also, ignore my shameless spider-man reference.
Demyx did not like this place. Even with Xigbar by his side, he wasn’t entirely comforted. He wasn’t scared so much as he was made sick by the state of the world they’d come to. The heartless were everywhere, but they had newly arrived - inhabitants still fled to save themselves and their hearts. They couldn’t defend themselves, and Sora hadn’t appeared to save the day, either. There was nothing they could do.
“Do we really need something here? Can’t we just leave?” Demyx pleaded softly, looking about the deserted town they’d come to.
“We’re almost done scouting,” was the apologetic response from Xigbar, who seemed put off by their location as well.
The steps they took were ginger, as if light footfalls would protect them from realizing their own presence there. Just as Xigbar turned to Demyx to announce they could depart, a cry shocked them both into stiff stances, heads snapping to attention in the direction of the sound. Demyx took off without a word towards the call.
Xigbar caught up to find Demyx curled around a small, sobbing boy that sat on the ground. His pale lips were pressed to the child’s forehead, and the last wisps of a heartless floated off into the air.
The older Nobody kneeled down, causing the boy to recoil slightly, further into Demyx’s arms.
“Don’t worry, we’ve got you,” he murmured softly, catching Demyx’s eye. The blonde exhaled slowly as lips parted from the child’s head. Demyx ran his fingers through the boy’s hair, feathery and light, averting his gaze after a moment from Xigbar.
The boy barely seemed to know what to make of the pair of them, saviors from some unknown place who looked strange and acted like they knew what was going on. There was something calming about how they worked when so close to one another, how their breaths synchronized unintentionally and how they didn’t need to speak to communicate.
As the child’s crying subsided he laid his head against Demyx’s chest and heaved a long, heavy sign that expanded and deflated his entirety. Xigbar took this as a sign that, possibly, the boy could be parted from Demyx so that they might have a quick talk in private, but this was not the case. He refused to release the coat of the blonde, and so the conversation took place through whispers into each other’s ears.
“What are we supposed to do with him?” Xigbar murmured, his warm breath causing Demyx to twitch his head a bit.
“Take him somewhere else? We can find somewhere for him, I bet. I know… I know we can’t bring him back with us. But we don’t have to leave him here, do we? He can’t take care of himself…but we’re strong enough to.”
Xigbar’s frown deepened as he leaned away to look at his lover. The way he was wrapped protectively around this boy, his defiant expression and the fear in the child’s eyes - there was nothing he could say beyond, “Yes, we’ll take him somewhere safe.”
The child was frightened enough by the mutation of his home that the darkness of their portal didn’t affect him much, even as they passed into the pitch black. He shut his eyes and let out a slow sigh as the coolness washed over him and as Demyx curled in somewhat on him, cooing quietly the way his mother had when he’d been frightened. Within moments they stepped out into light and a warm breeze.
-
The three days passed quickly. Xigbar reported back to say that he and Demyx had possibly found some interesting lead and would need more time to investigate, and returned to his lover and their new little companion to play in the ocean. The two Nobodies adopted normal clothing so as not to look suspicious, bought comic books at the stores dotting the coast and sat out in the sun to read them to the boy. They took their ward to the wharf to get ice cream and brought him out into the waves deeper than he could go by himself.
On the final day Xigbar and Demyx walked down the beach with the boy between them, each holding a hand so they could swing him up with a spray of sand, an instant of flight. Xigbar caught Demyx’s eye as they continued their stroll, the sun setting behind the blonde’s head.
‘It’s time to go,’ he said with his look, and Demyx frowned, a silent protest. After a moment Xigbar moved to scoop the young boy up into his arms so that Demyx had to release his hand, and the older Nobody perched the child up on his shoulders.
“Hey buddy. Remember when Dem and I said we couldn’t stick around forever?”
The boy nodded, hugging onto Xigbar’s head, skinny arms wrapped about his forehead.
“…you’re going to leave me soon, huh?”
Demyx felt his heart break, he was certain, at the boy’s tone of voice.
“Sweetheart, I wish we could take you with us. We just…it’s not safe. We can’t take you. I want to, I really do, but we can’t.”
The boy looked dismayed and a bit confused as he responded.
“Why don’t you just stay here if it’s dangerous, then?”
It was a simple, childish question, but that didn’t mean that either Nobody could answer it.
“…we just have to go back,” Demyx finally said, reaching up a hand to brush back some of the boy’s hair. “It’s where we belong.”
And then he thought for a moment, maybe they didn’t have to go back. Sure, they’d be without hearts, but so far it hadn’t been so bad. He’d felt lost sometimes, and he had nightmares that caused him to awaken petrified and shaking, but he had Xigbar here, and a child, and fear of death by teenaged boy wasn’t really a factor, unless of course there was some freak accident.
But Demyx knew it was impossible to stay, and he took a heavy breath.
“Why did you even bother saving me, then? If you’re just going to leave me all alone here.”
It took a bit for a response to come to him, but, finally, with a somewhat forced smile, Demyx looked up to the boy and said, “We may not be around to take care of you, but you needed a fighting chance, and leaving you at home would’ve taken that away. We had an obligation. ’With great power comes great responsibility’, right?”
At this the boy managed a smile of his own before giving a curt nod.
They left him as he knocked on the door of a family they’d watched and chosen for his care, and Demyx managed to keep himself composed. At least, for once, they’d used their strength for something good.
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Fandom: kingdom hearts ii
Claim: xigbar/demyx
Theme: o44 power
Word Count: 1132
Rating: g
Summary: xigbar and demyx find someone in need of their help.
Disclaimer: not mine, etc. etc. etc.
A/N: long drabble is long! also, ignore my shameless spider-man reference.
Demyx did not like this place. Even with Xigbar by his side, he wasn’t entirely comforted. He wasn’t scared so much as he was made sick by the state of the world they’d come to. The heartless were everywhere, but they had newly arrived - inhabitants still fled to save themselves and their hearts. They couldn’t defend themselves, and Sora hadn’t appeared to save the day, either. There was nothing they could do.
“Do we really need something here? Can’t we just leave?” Demyx pleaded softly, looking about the deserted town they’d come to.
“We’re almost done scouting,” was the apologetic response from Xigbar, who seemed put off by their location as well.
The steps they took were ginger, as if light footfalls would protect them from realizing their own presence there. Just as Xigbar turned to Demyx to announce they could depart, a cry shocked them both into stiff stances, heads snapping to attention in the direction of the sound. Demyx took off without a word towards the call.
Xigbar caught up to find Demyx curled around a small, sobbing boy that sat on the ground. His pale lips were pressed to the child’s forehead, and the last wisps of a heartless floated off into the air.
The older Nobody kneeled down, causing the boy to recoil slightly, further into Demyx’s arms.
“Don’t worry, we’ve got you,” he murmured softly, catching Demyx’s eye. The blonde exhaled slowly as lips parted from the child’s head. Demyx ran his fingers through the boy’s hair, feathery and light, averting his gaze after a moment from Xigbar.
The boy barely seemed to know what to make of the pair of them, saviors from some unknown place who looked strange and acted like they knew what was going on. There was something calming about how they worked when so close to one another, how their breaths synchronized unintentionally and how they didn’t need to speak to communicate.
As the child’s crying subsided he laid his head against Demyx’s chest and heaved a long, heavy sign that expanded and deflated his entirety. Xigbar took this as a sign that, possibly, the boy could be parted from Demyx so that they might have a quick talk in private, but this was not the case. He refused to release the coat of the blonde, and so the conversation took place through whispers into each other’s ears.
“What are we supposed to do with him?” Xigbar murmured, his warm breath causing Demyx to twitch his head a bit.
“Take him somewhere else? We can find somewhere for him, I bet. I know… I know we can’t bring him back with us. But we don’t have to leave him here, do we? He can’t take care of himself…but we’re strong enough to.”
Xigbar’s frown deepened as he leaned away to look at his lover. The way he was wrapped protectively around this boy, his defiant expression and the fear in the child’s eyes - there was nothing he could say beyond, “Yes, we’ll take him somewhere safe.”
The child was frightened enough by the mutation of his home that the darkness of their portal didn’t affect him much, even as they passed into the pitch black. He shut his eyes and let out a slow sigh as the coolness washed over him and as Demyx curled in somewhat on him, cooing quietly the way his mother had when he’d been frightened. Within moments they stepped out into light and a warm breeze.
-
The three days passed quickly. Xigbar reported back to say that he and Demyx had possibly found some interesting lead and would need more time to investigate, and returned to his lover and their new little companion to play in the ocean. The two Nobodies adopted normal clothing so as not to look suspicious, bought comic books at the stores dotting the coast and sat out in the sun to read them to the boy. They took their ward to the wharf to get ice cream and brought him out into the waves deeper than he could go by himself.
On the final day Xigbar and Demyx walked down the beach with the boy between them, each holding a hand so they could swing him up with a spray of sand, an instant of flight. Xigbar caught Demyx’s eye as they continued their stroll, the sun setting behind the blonde’s head.
‘It’s time to go,’ he said with his look, and Demyx frowned, a silent protest. After a moment Xigbar moved to scoop the young boy up into his arms so that Demyx had to release his hand, and the older Nobody perched the child up on his shoulders.
“Hey buddy. Remember when Dem and I said we couldn’t stick around forever?”
The boy nodded, hugging onto Xigbar’s head, skinny arms wrapped about his forehead.
“…you’re going to leave me soon, huh?”
Demyx felt his heart break, he was certain, at the boy’s tone of voice.
“Sweetheart, I wish we could take you with us. We just…it’s not safe. We can’t take you. I want to, I really do, but we can’t.”
The boy looked dismayed and a bit confused as he responded.
“Why don’t you just stay here if it’s dangerous, then?”
It was a simple, childish question, but that didn’t mean that either Nobody could answer it.
“…we just have to go back,” Demyx finally said, reaching up a hand to brush back some of the boy’s hair. “It’s where we belong.”
And then he thought for a moment, maybe they didn’t have to go back. Sure, they’d be without hearts, but so far it hadn’t been so bad. He’d felt lost sometimes, and he had nightmares that caused him to awaken petrified and shaking, but he had Xigbar here, and a child, and fear of death by teenaged boy wasn’t really a factor, unless of course there was some freak accident.
But Demyx knew it was impossible to stay, and he took a heavy breath.
“Why did you even bother saving me, then? If you’re just going to leave me all alone here.”
It took a bit for a response to come to him, but, finally, with a somewhat forced smile, Demyx looked up to the boy and said, “We may not be around to take care of you, but you needed a fighting chance, and leaving you at home would’ve taken that away. We had an obligation. ’With great power comes great responsibility’, right?”
At this the boy managed a smile of his own before giving a curt nod.
They left him as he knocked on the door of a family they’d watched and chosen for his care, and Demyx managed to keep himself composed. At least, for once, they’d used their strength for something good.
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