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[FIC] Kingdom Hearts
Title: N/A
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: N/A (Riku and Roxas)
Rating: G
Word Count: 291 words

There's someone sitting on Sora's windowsill, and for a moment, Riku thinks that it's Sora. Then the person turns their head to look at him, pale hair shining in the glow of the flickering streetlight, and he realizes that he's wrong. Roxas looks even paler than usual in the moonlight, a far cry from Sora's tanned complexion. He's so caught up in studying the boy that he almost doesn't hear him speak. "What're you doing out there?" his voice is soft and flat, just the way Riku remembers it.

"Couldn't sleep," he says with a shrug. He feels a bit awkward standing in Sora's backyard in the middle of the night, especially because it isn't Sora who caught him.

"Sora's asleep," Roxas says, answering Riku's unasked question. He's wearing a pair of boxers and one of Sora's older t-shirts, one of Sora's usual sleeping outfits. "I... could wake him up. If you wanted to talk to him."

Riku shrugs again. It's awkward, talking to Sora's Nobody like this, considering that the last time they really met they were very nearly trying to kill each other. That sort of thing is hard to just let go of. "That's okay. Can I just... come up there, instead?"

Roxas nods, so Riku starts the familiar climb to the second floor. When he's nearly there, a hand reaches down to pull him the rest of the way up. He just stares at it for a long moment, unsure of what to do. Roxas is looking down at him with a faint smile on his face that's so reminiscent of Sora that all Riku can do is smile back and take his hand. And he thinks that maybe this might be the start to an understanding.

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Title: N/A
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: N/A (Xigbar and Demyx)
Rating: G
Word Count: 305 words

Xigbar found the Organization's newest member sitting in a corner, sopping wet and miserable. Well, he really only noticed the wet part when one of his boots squelched into the puddle the kid was sitting in. Gingerly taking a step back and shaking his foot off, he fixed him with a look.

"Demyx," he said slowly, "what the fuck're you doing?"

Demyx's head jerked up, a nearly comical look of surprise crossing his face. He hurriedly unwrapped one arm from his knees, wiping his eyes. "Um, uh, nothing," he croaked, his voice thick with tears. Clearing his throat, he tried again. "Really, 's nothing."

"Uh-huh." Xigbar raised his visible eyebrow. "Yeah, sure. Seriously, kid. What's up?"

"It's stupid," he muttered, looking at the floor. "I was just practicing, y'know, working with water 'cause everyone says I should be learning how to control my element, and... I. Uh. Kinda got Axel wet and he got really mad and I don't think he likes me very much." Demyx's shoulders slumped, making him look almost as wilted as his hair.

"Axel doesn't like anyone," Xigbar said, a faint grin appearing on his face as he imagined a soggy Number VIII. He probably steamed. "C'mon, he's an ass. Don't let it bother you."

"Really?" The kid's relief was immediate and obvious, his face lighting up in a hesitant smile. "Oh."

"Yeah, 'oh.' So get up off your ass and dry off, okay?"

Demyx nodded, his smile widening when Xigbar extended a hand to help him up. "So, um, will you help me practice?"

"...why the hell not. It's not like I've got anything better to do."

The resulting smile was brilliant, and nearly made up for the fact that a moment later Demyx slipped in his own puddle, causing both of them to tumble to the floor.