[fic; Kingdom Hearts] Cogs in the Machine
Title: Cogs in the Machine
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Characters: Xigbar, Demyx
Rating: PG [language]
Word Count: 603
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the franchises or series posted about here nor am I making any profit from my works.
Prompt: 026. Teammates for fanfic100. [ prompt table]
Summary: Demyx doesn’t appreciate Xigbar’s apparent lack of concern over the happenings at Castle Oblivion.
Notes: Dear self, write fic where things actually happen. No love, me.
And Xigbar would quote Twain at inappropriate moments. The whore. Xigbar, not Twain.
Demyx was waiting for him when he got back from dragging Roxas around Agrabah. The kid had been insufferable the whole mission, completely unfocused, and Xigbar couldn’t wait to get rid of him. Yet the sight of Demyx’s face almost made Xigbar wish he was back on recon duty with XIII.
“Something the matter?” he asked, sounding as tired as he could possibly pretend to be. He liked Demyx, really, but sometimes the last thing he wanted to do was listen to him nag. It was like being married. (And Demyx was one of the least naggy members of the group, so that was saying something.)
Demyx was silent, chewing on his bottom lip as Xigbar crossed the room and sat down heavily on the couch. He took a moment to sit down next to the Freeshooter before getting right to the point.
“Do you really not care about what happened at Castle Oblivion?”
Xigbar stared at him, simultaneously impressed and annoyed. “Where’d you hear that?”
“Xaldin.”
Damn, gossip traveled fast here. Faster than normal, at any rate. “Remind me to beat him up next time I see him,” Xigbar complained, shaking his head.
“That’s all well and good,” Demyx said dismissively. (He’d quickly learned that any threats of violence between Xigbar and Xaldin were generally for show. Mostly.) “But you didn’t answer my question.”
“Look, is this important? You didn’t even like anyone at Oblivion anyway.”
“Quit dodging the subject.” Demyx frowned, and then added, “Axel was at Oblivion.”
Xigbar shrugged, unconcerned. “Yeah, but Axel’s slipperier than a greased eel,” he remarked nonchalantly, and before Demyx could make a derogatory remark about his choice in simile he reached over and punched Demyx lightly on the shoulder. “You need to stop worrying.”
Demyx raised an eyebrow, a look that was never very attractive on him, but Xigbar had never bothered to point this out. “I’m pretty sure half the team getting wiped out constitutes something to worry about.”
“The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated,” Xigbar retorted with a grin, which earned him a heavier-handed punch from Demyx.
“You stole that from somewhere, didn’t you.”
“It wouldn’t be coming from me if I didn’t.”
Demyx smiled, briefly, then remembered what Xigbar had distracted him from. “Xigbar.”
Xigbar sighed, rubbing his face with a gloved hand wearily. “You gotta let this go, kiddo.”
Unfortunately for him, Demyx was always more determined when Xigbar didn’t want him to be. “They were our teammates.”
“They were just parts in a machine. That’s what this whole organization is - a machine, and we’re all just parts in it.”
Xigbar had to hand it to him, Demyx looked genuinely hurt. The scientist in him pointed out that Demyx was just faking it, obviously, but the memories of something more complicated wanted him to believe that it was real. Fuck Demyx and this conversation and this whole day. Xigbar was too old for this shit.
“‘Cept you, of course,” Xigbar said, waving his hand carelessly, but the damage had been done.
Demyx stood up stiffly, not looking at Xigbar. “I knew this conversation was going to be pointless,” he muttered.
“Then why’d you bother starting it?” Xigbar shouted at Demyx’s retreating back, but he didn’t get a response. The room now silent, Xigbar groaned and let his head drop back onto the top of the couch, staring up at the high white ceiling. Sometimes he really was a fucking genius.
Though if that were the case, then he should’ve been able to figure out why he gave a damn in the first place.
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Characters: Xigbar, Demyx
Rating: PG [language]
Word Count: 603
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the franchises or series posted about here nor am I making any profit from my works.
Prompt: 026. Teammates for fanfic100. [ prompt table]
Summary: Demyx doesn’t appreciate Xigbar’s apparent lack of concern over the happenings at Castle Oblivion.
Notes: Dear self, write fic where things actually happen. No love, me.
And Xigbar would quote Twain at inappropriate moments. The whore. Xigbar, not Twain.
Demyx was waiting for him when he got back from dragging Roxas around Agrabah. The kid had been insufferable the whole mission, completely unfocused, and Xigbar couldn’t wait to get rid of him. Yet the sight of Demyx’s face almost made Xigbar wish he was back on recon duty with XIII.
“Something the matter?” he asked, sounding as tired as he could possibly pretend to be. He liked Demyx, really, but sometimes the last thing he wanted to do was listen to him nag. It was like being married. (And Demyx was one of the least naggy members of the group, so that was saying something.)
Demyx was silent, chewing on his bottom lip as Xigbar crossed the room and sat down heavily on the couch. He took a moment to sit down next to the Freeshooter before getting right to the point.
“Do you really not care about what happened at Castle Oblivion?”
Xigbar stared at him, simultaneously impressed and annoyed. “Where’d you hear that?”
“Xaldin.”
Damn, gossip traveled fast here. Faster than normal, at any rate. “Remind me to beat him up next time I see him,” Xigbar complained, shaking his head.
“That’s all well and good,” Demyx said dismissively. (He’d quickly learned that any threats of violence between Xigbar and Xaldin were generally for show. Mostly.) “But you didn’t answer my question.”
“Look, is this important? You didn’t even like anyone at Oblivion anyway.”
“Quit dodging the subject.” Demyx frowned, and then added, “Axel was at Oblivion.”
Xigbar shrugged, unconcerned. “Yeah, but Axel’s slipperier than a greased eel,” he remarked nonchalantly, and before Demyx could make a derogatory remark about his choice in simile he reached over and punched Demyx lightly on the shoulder. “You need to stop worrying.”
Demyx raised an eyebrow, a look that was never very attractive on him, but Xigbar had never bothered to point this out. “I’m pretty sure half the team getting wiped out constitutes something to worry about.”
“The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated,” Xigbar retorted with a grin, which earned him a heavier-handed punch from Demyx.
“You stole that from somewhere, didn’t you.”
“It wouldn’t be coming from me if I didn’t.”
Demyx smiled, briefly, then remembered what Xigbar had distracted him from. “Xigbar.”
Xigbar sighed, rubbing his face with a gloved hand wearily. “You gotta let this go, kiddo.”
Unfortunately for him, Demyx was always more determined when Xigbar didn’t want him to be. “They were our teammates.”
“They were just parts in a machine. That’s what this whole organization is - a machine, and we’re all just parts in it.”
Xigbar had to hand it to him, Demyx looked genuinely hurt. The scientist in him pointed out that Demyx was just faking it, obviously, but the memories of something more complicated wanted him to believe that it was real. Fuck Demyx and this conversation and this whole day. Xigbar was too old for this shit.
“‘Cept you, of course,” Xigbar said, waving his hand carelessly, but the damage had been done.
Demyx stood up stiffly, not looking at Xigbar. “I knew this conversation was going to be pointless,” he muttered.
“Then why’d you bother starting it?” Xigbar shouted at Demyx’s retreating back, but he didn’t get a response. The room now silent, Xigbar groaned and let his head drop back onto the top of the couch, staring up at the high white ceiling. Sometimes he really was a fucking genius.
Though if that were the case, then he should’ve been able to figure out why he gave a damn in the first place.