Silent Death [Xigbar]

[Xemnas]

Slow footsteps echoed on the ground and created an even rhythm that could have been soothing if they didn't display a certain aggressiveness in the simple movement. A silent warning not to come closer mayhaps. It however was not off the stomping kind that spoke of destruction and an explosive burst of angry words, but a calm icey fury that could go on for a long period and mostly went unhidden and sometimes was far more scarier. The silver-haired man had maybe no reason to feel the spark of a pertacular emotion, but he still felt it. A firework in his otherwise empty feeling chest.

The youth's steps faltered and he lifted his head, curious amber eyes staring bitterly at his surroundings. He was irritated that he didn't know much from what had happened before, he knew that there was something before. He knew that he was far older than two, the amount that he truly recalled as one record and not flashes and teasings at the edge of his mind. He didn't even know if they where true or was some sick joke in a dream that he never would wake up from anymore.

Oh, he did believe he had been in a dream once, before he had accepted the fact that this was real, ever so real and almost making him wonder about things. He often punched himself to check if he could wake himself up that way, but after a while he still had no result, apart from ugly bruises on his body. It had raised questions in his... friends, questions that made him uncomfortable as if he hurt himself on purpose. In a way, he did, but that was because he wanted to wake up, right? The concept was still strange, but he slowly came to accept it and even like it. It was a strange sensation that he had to get used to back then

[Xigbar]

I like a big car cause I'm a big star
I make a big rock and roll hit
I'd like to love you but my heart is a sore
I am, I am, I am so yours

XîgßåΓ

The Freeshooter

"Have you been a good boy? Oh, it sounds like you haven't!"

Xigbar wasn't in the most sober mind. He had a few drinks and still, it hardly affected him. But again, he was in a drunk mind. He thought he was completely find where as he truly was out of it. He was coming back from a party that had gotten a little too wild for him. And that was saying something. He remembered people were throwing up all over the place and honestly, he hated that. He thought they were stupid and just...well stupid.

He passed his house, knowing he couldn't go home now. His mom may not really care what he did, but his dad would murder him. He didn't need to get kicked out. He liked his house, his stuff. Besides that would be just...bad. He went towards the safest place he knew: the streets. Really, that could be anywhere, but he knew that he would be safer here than anywhere else.

Xigbar passed someone he knew. He just had to remember the face. Wait. White hair? Ah, Xemnas. His "leader". They didn't get along all the time, but at least he was someone to talk to. The talkative teenager needed to talk after all. Especially about something that was bugging him. These dreams. These dreams annoyed the hell out of him because they wouldn't stop. And since Xemnas had some sort of brain, he seemed like the best person to talk to. He turned on his heel and walked towards Xemnas. He reached out slowly, stumbled, and bumped into him. Damn his drunken feet. He grumbled, mumbled a sorry, and became the usual Xigbar, "Ah! Boss Man! What's going on? Out late?"

I am a big car, and I'm a strip bar
Call it fake, I call it as good as it gets
Nothing in this world is for real
Except you are for me, and I am so yours

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[Xemnas]

Great, that he really could use. He passed by his drunk.... not exactly friend, but more than a simply ally, he guessed. He hoped that he wouldn't be noticed by the other male, not really wanting to be bothered by drunk slurring and an uncomfortable arm swung around his shoulders and having to carry a weight that had him trying to stay on his feet. He had better things to do, like... he didn't know what, but it was far better than what he had to endure if he had to talk with Xigbar. It seemed that he was lucky however and his shoulders where about to relax and making him continue his perfectly normal walk.

He almost fell when someone fell against him and he raised his arms for the case he did fall to stop himself from letting his face meet the ground. The voice told him exactly who it was that he didn't need and his eyebrow twitched for a moment. His head then turned around, just in time to hear the apology murmured to him, both eyebrows rose "Don't concern yourself with it, Xigbar." He spoke lightly, voice still the unnatural calm. The anger did manage to get pushed aside though and soon laid forgotten, although the reason for it was not.

"I would appreciate it if you didn't call me that." He continued, not missing a beat when the other male continued talking. The next questions had him sighing, couldn't he do anything anymore without being questioned left and right? A light shake of the head and his amber gaze turned back to Xigbar "There is nothing going on." He continued, bristling invincible feathers in an annoyed manner "And it isn't that late."

"Just... are you drunk again?" He couldn't stand it anymore and actually took a step back, the smell of alcohol was a bit too much for him. He never had been a drinker to begin with.

[Xigbar]

I like a big car cause I'm a big star
I make a big rock and roll hit
I'd like to love you but my heart is a sore
I am, I am, I am so yours

XîgßåΓ

The Freeshooter

"Have you been a good boy? Oh, it sounds like you haven't!"

Xigbar almost started laughing when Xemnas asked if he was drunk. Relaly? Wow, he just realized? He snickered and nodded, although his head bobbed a little more than he would have liked. He glanced at the lights and then back at Xemnas, "Why of course! I like to party. You should know. But anyways...I have something to talk with you, boss man, about that doesn't have to deal with drinking."

Xigbar looked at him with a serious look. Well, as much as a serious look that he could have if he was drunk. And then he started laughing. He saw a bench and he sat down quickly, feeling his head spin. He sighed and then he tilted his head back so he looked at Xemnas behind him. He doubted he would talk, but at least he was...well...at least Demyx wasn't there. He didn't want the kid to worry.

"Well, its about these dreams...and about you guys. I don't really know but...its weird, man. We are like wearing this black trench coats and we have weapons...and we also control stuff. I don't really know. Its weird as hell, boss man And its not just my drunk mind making this shit up. Its even I'm not even drunk." He tried sounding serious, but he didn't know even if he did. After all, he was drunk. But he tried the best he could.

I am a big car, and I'm a strip bar
Call it fake, I call it as good as it gets
Nothing in this world is for real
Except you are for me, and I am so yours

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[Xemnas]

His look was one of barely hidden disgust. He couldn't stand those kind of people who were drunk and acted like it was the best thing in the world. He just stared at the other man, who still had thrown an arm around him, barely restraining himself from brushing it away and leaving the area as quick as he could. He could stand Xigbar, if he wasn't drunk, although that seemed to always be the case. It didn't matter where and he found Xigbar more often than not smashed, or suffering from a massive hang-over. He nonetheless forced past the disgust and nodded his head "Alright." He agreed somewhat easily "What about?"

The laugh would have raised his hackles if he had possessed any, he hadn't so he remained staring with a narrowed gaze to show how he felt about this situation. He didn't favor to be laughed at, head lifting lightly as the other had to sit down, obviously ready to lose his balance otherwise. He stared back when Xigbar stared at him, still wondering what the other wanted to ask him. His patience was already running quite thin, although there was no reason for him to lose patience like that.

Xemnas raised himself a bit higher as Xigbar spoke, eyes almost widening for a moment. He would have asked if the other could read minds, it wasn't that he dreamt about it. He only had seen flashes of something akin to that, gone as quick as wind could blow through the sands. He shook his head for a moment however "I don't know the answer to it." He stated dryly, making a jab at the other's drunkenness although he had stated he wasn't that far gone yet "Who knows what your mind can come up with in this state?" He looked down on him, this time because the other was situation lower than his line of sight and not out of disgust.

[OOC: Sorry for it being so late, chatango gave me problems...]