[Entry 05] Can We Keep Him?
Challenge: [190] Liar
Title: Can We Keep Him?
Word Count: 327
Notes: Despite the summary and my friend-shippy tendancies, this actually isn't Luxord&Naminé. And you knew this crossover was going to have to happen eventually. Probably slightly cracky. xD
It's a lie every quasi-father figure has to deal with at some point.
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Xigbar knew that Demyx was sane, no matter how many times he tried to make his memories of emotions real. So when he strolled past the Nocturne’s room one day and heard the kid talking to himself, he opened the door so fast it slammed against the frame, crossed his arms over his chest and demanded to know: “What is going on in here, young man?”
Demyx froze on the floor in front of his bed, twanging his sitar’s strings lightly. “Nothing,” he said, trying not to sound nervous.
Xigbar tensed when a stranger’s voice spoke. “I have never smelled you before.”
He looked down. A golden retriever was sniffing at the hem of his cloak. “You smell strange, so I will remember you,” it said, a red light blinking on the oddly familiar, bulky collar.
“DEMYX,” Xigbar said.
“Uh,” Demyx replied.
“This is that dog from Paradise Falls, isn’t it?”
“No!”
“I live in Paradise Falls,” the dog said. Xigbar looked again and the dog was lying on his back, paws in the air, panting. “May you scratch my belly? I like to have my belly scratched.”
“Demyx, are you lying to me?”
“He followed me home! Honest!”
“The only way he could’ve gotten here is by Gummi ship! I told you Xemnas wouldn’t let us keep pets but you took this dog-”
“Dug,” Demyx corrected.
“-Dug off his World anyway. And now you’re lying to your elder!” He approached the neophyte, pointing threateningly. “You are in deep trouble, little dude.”
‘Dug’ nudged his snout under Xigbar’s other glove, hanging at his side. “I love you.”
Xigbar’s face faltered. Demyx raised his eyebrows.
Silence. The one time Xigbar decides he’s actually going to be authoritative with his recruit and he has to deal with unconditional love. Then-
“Xigbar, want to move him to your room?”
“No!”
“I think you’d like him.”
“I would not!”
“Now you’re lying!”
“I would like food now,” Dug said, smiling blankly.
Title: Can We Keep Him?
Word Count: 327
Notes: Despite the summary and my friend-shippy tendancies, this actually isn't Luxord&Naminé. And you knew this crossover was going to have to happen eventually. Probably slightly cracky. xD
It's a lie every quasi-father figure has to deal with at some point.
~~~
Xigbar knew that Demyx was sane, no matter how many times he tried to make his memories of emotions real. So when he strolled past the Nocturne’s room one day and heard the kid talking to himself, he opened the door so fast it slammed against the frame, crossed his arms over his chest and demanded to know: “What is going on in here, young man?”
Demyx froze on the floor in front of his bed, twanging his sitar’s strings lightly. “Nothing,” he said, trying not to sound nervous.
Xigbar tensed when a stranger’s voice spoke. “I have never smelled you before.”
He looked down. A golden retriever was sniffing at the hem of his cloak. “You smell strange, so I will remember you,” it said, a red light blinking on the oddly familiar, bulky collar.
“DEMYX,” Xigbar said.
“Uh,” Demyx replied.
“This is that dog from Paradise Falls, isn’t it?”
“No!”
“I live in Paradise Falls,” the dog said. Xigbar looked again and the dog was lying on his back, paws in the air, panting. “May you scratch my belly? I like to have my belly scratched.”
“Demyx, are you lying to me?”
“He followed me home! Honest!”
“The only way he could’ve gotten here is by Gummi ship! I told you Xemnas wouldn’t let us keep pets but you took this dog-”
“Dug,” Demyx corrected.
“-Dug off his World anyway. And now you’re lying to your elder!” He approached the neophyte, pointing threateningly. “You are in deep trouble, little dude.”
‘Dug’ nudged his snout under Xigbar’s other glove, hanging at his side. “I love you.”
Xigbar’s face faltered. Demyx raised his eyebrows.
Silence. The one time Xigbar decides he’s actually going to be authoritative with his recruit and he has to deal with unconditional love. Then-
“Xigbar, want to move him to your room?”
“No!”
“I think you’d like him.”
“I would not!”
“Now you’re lying!”
“I would like food now,” Dug said, smiling blankly.