Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Hair Bands ❯ Hair Bands ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Hair Bands

Pairing: Xigbar and Zexion

Warnings: Yaoi and slight OCC-ness.

Summary: Why is Xigbar's hair always tied up? Zexion brings it upon himself to answer this question. >:3

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts (I, II, or CoM) in any way, shape, or form.

 

Author's Note: Lol, as I took my hair down I thought “I wonder if anyone else has seen Xiggy with his hair down. I bet Zexion would try to trick him so he could see. >:3” I know, not a lot of people `support'/know of this pairing, but I think it's cute. - 3-

 

“Boo!” - Talking

`Boo' - Thinking

BOO! - Sounds

 

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Tap tap tap. The sound of Number VI's boots clicking against the gray marble floor echoed threw the immense hall. Axel had burned parts of the library in a fight with Larxene, who had burned the rest of it; and Zexion was angry. Luckily, he had books that perked his interest in his room, but sadly, he had read them before. So thus began his search his search for more books.

 

`When I next confront Number VIII and Number XII, they will be eliminated.' Zexion thought angrily. `Of all places, why would they be in the library? They do not read for entertainment.' He thought as he began to turn around a corner, and his face was shoved into someone's chest.

 

“Wow! `Scuse me Zex, didn't see ya.” Xigbar said as he steadied the considerably shorter Nobody. “Ya okay? You look upset.”

 

“Axel and Larxene burned the library.” Zexion answered as he stepped away from the second in command. “She said something about Roxas that made Axel angry.”

 

“Oh…” Xigbar nodded his head. Everyone that lived in the Castle That Never Was knew about Axel's feelings for Roxas, except Number XIII himself. “Well, I got some books ya could borrow.” Number II didn't wait for an answer; he wrapped his arm around Zexion's shoulders and promptly made his way to his room. The shorter man had trouble keeping up with his superior and his feet rarely touched the floor. The only thing Zexion saw was Demyx passing by with a terrified expression on his face.

 

“This is not necessary Number II.”

 

“Ah, it's no problem. Zex, call me Xigbar.” The navy-haired man said as he opened the door to his bedroom. The sharp shooter's room was a deep purple in color, accented with various black and lavender objects all about the room. A king-sized bed was the attention grabber in vast bedroom, dark purple sheets draped over the bed with lavender and black throw pillows pilled at the head board. The carpet was a charcoal gray color, much like the streaks in Xigbar's hair. And, true to his word, there was a black bookcase against the back was with a large assortment of books stacked neatly on the shelves.

 

While Zexion was examining his superior's room, he didn't notice Xigbar shut the door and slowly make his to way stand behind him, and put him into a headlock. The lavender-haired boy's eyes widened and he placed his hands onto Xigbar's arm and tried to pry him off.

 

“Gee Zex, you match perfectly with the decor. You ought to stay here a while.” Number II stated with a grin. “Now, the book case is there. Ya can pick anyone ya like.” Xigbar unwrapped his arm from around Zexion's shoulders and coiled it around his waist then hoisted him up into the air. The smaller man's arms immediately wrapped around Xigbar's neck in fear of being dropped, but then quickly regained his composure by trying to push him away.

 

“Release me. I am perfectly capable of walking there by myself.” Zexion said as he tried to, once again, to pry his superior's arm off him. But being as small as he is, Xigbar's arm stayed in place and held him strongly.

 

“Well, Axel was right. The Organization's emo kid needs a big hug. And besides,” the older man said as he held the Cloaked Schemer out in front of him, “I was comparing you to the room, and you match perfectly.” Xigbar said as he neared the bookcase, with Zexion still trying to work his was out of his grasp.

 

“First of all, I am not `emo' as Axel calls it. Second, it is mere coincidence that I `match' you're room. Third, put me down!” Zexion was really getting irritated now. He was sick of being picked up by the other members of the Organization and being picked on by the lesser numbers for being smaller.

 

“All right, all right. Calm down Zex, I'll put ya down now.” Xigbar said as he lowered Number XI to the ground gently. And that's when Zexion saw it. Xigbar's long navy ponytail that slide back over his shoulder to his back.

 

“Number II.”

 

“Yea?” Xigbar felt something tugging on his hair, then it disappeared and a curtain of navy hair fell onto his shoulders. `What the…' Zexion had reached up and snatched the hair-tie. Because Xigbar hadn't fully let go of the lavender haired Nobody, his hands were still placed on his waist, he lifted Zexion into the air and pressed him against the wall. “Why did you do that?”

 

Needless to say, Zexion was surprised, he hadn't expected to be lifted three feet into the air and then pressed against the plum wall. His right hand slide into Xigbar's long, luxurious locks and his left rested itself on the elder's shoulder.

 

“Well?” Xigbar leaned in to study Zexion's face, to see if there was any trance of amusement, but to his amazement, there was only pure shock. And something else…but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. “Zexion, why did you take my hair down? As your superior, I demand that you answer my question.”

 

“I merely wished to see you with your hair down.”

 

“You are fully aware that if you asked, I probably would have shown you.” Zexion merely shrugged and placed his arms on Xigbar's wrists.

 

“Release me.”

 

“If that's what you want Zex.” The Sharp Shooter's grip suddenly slacked and the lavender haired boy quickly slide a foot down the deep purple and his finger nails dug into the soft leather of Xigbar's gloves.

 

“Are you mad!?” Zexion said angrily, still being supported by the navy haired man's arms.

 

“Ya said leggo. Now,” Xigbar said as he set the smaller boy down on the ground, “choose a couple books. I have to put my hair up. Again.” Once he was free of his superior's grasp, Zexion made his way over to the large bookcase and began to skim his finger over the spine of the books.

 

“Well, if you're going to make a grossly over dramatic commotion, I'll put your hair back up.” Zexion replied, looking over his shoulder, expecting Xigbar to roll his eyes and walk away.

 

“Okay, sit on the bed.”

 

“What?”

 

“You took my hair down, and then you offered to fix it. Now sit on the bed.” Xigbar reached out and took the Schemer's hood and lifted upwards, causing Zexion to be lifted off the dark gray carpet by at least two inches.

 

“I can walk Number II.”

 

“Then move it.” Xigbar released the hood of Zexion's coat and let him drop softly on the ground. The lavender haired boy rolled his eyes and slowly made his way over to the large bed and sat on the edge, as stiff as a board. The navy haired man sat down, Indian-style, in front of the younger boy and moved his long hair off his neck and spilled it onto Zexion's lap.

 

“Zex, spread your legs man.” Slowly, Zexion relaxed the muscles in his legs and Xigbar pushed his way to lean against the bed. Awkwardly, Number VI removed his black leather gloves and ran his fingers threw the curtain of navy and silver hair, to remove any possible knots. He felt Xigbar relax at the contact and lean his head back to rest on his lap.

 

Zexion felt something stir within him. While still raking his long pale fingers threw the Shooter's hair, he then began to lean down over the elder's face and felt his eyelids grow heavy. Golden eyes opened slowly to see Zexion's face a mere two inches from him his own. A small smile graced his scarred face as he lifted one of his hands to rest on the back of the Schemer's head and pulled down.

 

Zexion's lips came crashing down on to Xigbar's and his slate eyes opened wide. He was close enough to examine the fabric of the Shooter's black eye patch before his eyes slide shut again. The elder's free hand slid it's way threw Zexion's soft lavender hair and onto the back of his thin, pale neck, to pull the boy closer. Xigbar was the first to pull away from their lip lock and then devilishly grinned up at the panting boy.

 

“Maybe I should let my hair down more often, aye Zex?” The younger male's face turned a dark red in color and he averted his eyes from Xigbar's.

 

“Shut up.” Number II's hands began to slide from Zexion's head and neck, down his shoulders, and onto either side of his hips. The lavender haired man sat up as his superior twisted around so that he was leaning over him. His long hair, that had yet to be pulled up, was cascading over his shoulders and covering his golden eye, but it was still visible under the `curtain'.

 

Xigbar leaned forward and nuzzled himself into Zexion's neck, but because the smaller male wasn't necessarily used to physical contact, he continued to lean back until he was lying on his back, pressed against the plum sheets of Xigbar's bed. The elder opened his eye and softly nipped Zexion on the crook of his neck, and watched goose bumps cover the entire area.

 

The Sharp Shooter again moved so he was leaning on his elbows, which were placed on either side of Zexion's head, hands entangled in the lavender hair. Another grin appeared on Xigbar's face when he examined the neophyte's face; a dazed look in his slate orbs and a faint trace of a blush across his cheeks.

 

“You want me to kiss you again Zex?” Xigbar's reply was two small hands slid up his lean chest, clench the soft leather of the neck of his coat, and pulled down. The second in commands lips over took Zexion's in one swift moment.

 

Something soft tried to coax it's way past the smaller male's lips, and once Zexion realized what `it' was, he almost immediately obliged. Xigbar's tongue slide into the Schemer's mouth and began to explore every cavity, but then he met something; Zexion's tongue. And thus the `battle' started.

 

Xigbar's tongue twisted and coiled it's self around Zexion's and startled the boy. Awkwardly, pale hands slid their way into long navy hair and fisted themselves. Xigbar felt a sharp tug on his scalp and growled into Zexion's mouth huskily before he pulled Number VI's tongue into his own mouth, where be nibbled on it.

 

Not being nearly as experienced as his superior, Zexion felt that he was beginning to run low on oxygen and turned his head to the side, leave a thin string of saliva dangling from both pairs of lips. Panting heavily, slate eyes wandered up muscular arms, clad in black leather, up a tanned neck, and into a darkened golden orb, staring back down at him.

 

Pointed white teeth then gleamed at the boy and a gasp escaped his lips as he was lifted off the bed and set on Xigbar's lap. Two large arms wound their way around Zexion's shoulder tightly and his head snapped up to try to get a look at the Shooter. Pale hands rested themselves on Number II's arms and a small smile found it's way onto the Schemer's lips as Xigbar kissed the top of his forehead softly.

 

“I dun think I've ever see ya smile before Zex. Ya should do it more often.” A soft blush ran across Zexion's cheeks as he turned to the side and nestled himself deep into Xigbar's chest. “So, should I keep my hair down more often?” The Sharp Shooter's long navy hair stood up when he felt Zexion nuzzle into the crook of his neck and his small hand tuck offending strands behind a tanned, pointed ear.

 

“Only for me.” Something suddenly caught Zexion's eye, a book was setting on the black nightstand beside Xigbar's vast bed. He grabbed it and leaned back against his superior's chest then peacefully began to read.

 

“Ya still gonna kill Axel and Larxene?”

 

“You know I am.”

 

“Well, if they hadn't been foolin' around in the library, you never woulda bumped into me.” Zexion could practically feel Xigbar winking, but ignored it.

 

“Yes, but soon, I'd have read all of your books. Then what?”

 

“You could come `play' with my hair.” The sharp shooter's head was suddenly perched on Zexion's shoulder and nuzzled the side of his head affectionately. “And even if Axel's an idiot, he was right about one thing.”

 

“And what if that `one thing'?”

 

“That the Organization's emo kid needed more than a hug.”

 

“…Shut up.”

 

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Hahaha! Fear my crack! >8D I wanted to post this one as soon as possible since my `Storms' story got so much attention. So I figured, `Hey, if they like that, I could maybe turn my readers into crack!readers too!'. Did it work? : )

 

 

Reviews please!

 

PS: Don't send me a message saying how I used the term `emo' wrong. Really, shut up. D:< One person did this and it just bugged me. This is a fictional story. With fictional characters. One of who seems like he would jokingly be called `emo'. So bite me. > 3<

 

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The Rainbow Spork