I just re-read this and it screamed BAD WRITING SKILLZ. So I'm rewriting it (No like there WAS much to rewrite... -SHOT-)

Read and enjoy~ Oh, I'd really like it if people gave me prompts and words 3

~Bex.

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Cold

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Xigbar sighs; stupid Crimson Prankster just wouldn't die! He'd spent the whole day in Wonderland trying to find the damn thing and when he did he got burned. Badly.

He crawls onto his bed, wishing that the walls weren't so fucking white as he quickly slips away from the living world.

It only seems like a second before a person is pushing him over and getting in, moving closer and stealing his body heat. Damnit, Demyx is freezing.

Love

…

"Hey, Demyx," Xigbar grins, "Got any songs written for me in that folder?"

Demyx shakes his head, "Wait here." He leaves in the darkness, the smoke licking his figure.

He reappears a minute later, holding a box.

"Here," He throws the box at Xigbar, "All of them are for you."

Xigbar looks in shock, "Demyx, I was joking… Do I have to look at all of them?"

"Well," Demyx fakes sadness, "I put time and effort into them, the least you can do is read them, Xig."

"Kid," He states, "I hate you when you use that voice."

Obeisance

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"Whatever, Old Man."

Xigbar heads snaps in Demyx's direction, "What. Did. You. Say?"

"Hmm?" Demyx calls his sitar away, "Oh, I said, 'Whatever, Old Man'."

"I'm not old!" Xigbar jumps down to tackle him, but he quickly rolls off the bed.

"Yes you are," he taunts, "You're getting old, Xigbar, can't keep up with those 'crazy kids'."

Xigbar growled, "I'm warning you…"

"Ohh!" Demyx muttered, his voice dripping in sarcasm, "What you going to do, Old Man, gonna get you walking stick and hit me and tell me how to respect me Elders?"

"No," He frowns, "… Fish face."

Demyx's face scrunches up, than he laughs, "Hahaha! Is that the best you can do? I thought you'd have something better, O Great Number II."