Thirty Dirty Dates [ As You Like It ]

Aug 19, 2007 11:19

Title: Thirty Dirty Dates [ As You Like It ]
Pairing: Xaldin/Xigbar
Written for: 30_dates
Prompt: 2 - Cafe
Type: humor/fluff
Rating: PG-13 (language)

A black-gloved hand tapped on the glass table. Where is he, Xaldin thought, annoyed.

"Sir, would you please consider - "

"No." The stupid cafe manager had been trying to get him to leave for the past half an hour, but Xaldin continued to ignore him. He would remain here, right here, until his stupid-ass partner had the balls to show up.

He felt rather than heard the sudden appearance of another man in a black coat. On the roof.

He folded his arms. "Get down here. You're late."

"Nope. I'm staying riiight here."

Xaldin scowled. "Get your fat ass down here and drink your damn coffee! I haven't been waiting for an hour and a half for nothing, you know."

"Okay, okay." Xigbar disappeared and reappeared across the small table.

"Where were you, anyway?"

"I was recruiting. Just like we're supposed to be doing!"

Xaldin rolled his eyes. "Since when have you actually done work when you're supposed to?"

Xigbar waved his hands vaguely in protest. "Well, you know." He picked up the coffee and took a sip, almost spitting it out. "Hey, it's COLD!!!"

"No shit!" Xaldin slammed his hands down on the table, miraculously managing not to break it. "That's what happens when you're late, fuckface!"

"Couldn't you have kept it warm for me or something?"

"No." Xaldin growled and sat back. "If you wanted something like that, you should have chosen Axel."

"What, the new kid?" Xigbar snorted. "He hasn't got half the charm you do."

....charm?! "Uh, sure. If by 'charm' you mean 'desire to strangle you', then yes. He doesn't." Xaldin sighed and finally crushed the empty coffee cup that he'd been holding in his hands long after he'd finished it. "Look, it may not be warm, but other than that, it's just the way you like it."

Xigbar peered into the cup. "Blueberry flavor... four sugars... pretty close, pretty close."

Xaldin looked up, mystified. What had he overlooked?

"...But actually, I like my coffee best... like this!" And he tossed the coffee right into Xaldin's face.

Xaldin stared. Stared at him. Wisely, Xigbar immediately began running.

With a loud growl and a crash as Xaldin finally broke the glass table, he chased after him, death in his eyes.

{ + }

Saix stopped and almost dropped the books he was holding. "You have even more scars!"

Xigbar grinned. "Yup."

"When did that happen?"

"I threw coffee in Xaldin's face!" He sounded utterly pleased with himself.

Saix shook his head, yellow eyes wide. "I will never understand you."

"Don't even try," Xigbar informed him, cheerfully clapping the younger Nobody on the shoulder. "It might give you an aneurysm. Or something. Maybe your head would explode!" He thought about this. "That would actually be pretty cool, but I guess Xemnas would be kind of upset..."

Saix shook his head and left. Really, did Number Two ever say anything that actually made sense?

{ + }

Author's Note: Hey, I finally typed this up. Lolz. :P hope you enjoyed - nothing too special about this one. Just highly entertaining XDDD.

Blueberry coffee is REALLY good. I think I'll go get some. :D

xigbar, xaldin/xigbar, thirty dirty dates, fanfiction, xaldin

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