[Fic] Drive My Own Car, I Don’t Like the Valet

Title: Drive My Own Car, I Don’t Like the Valet
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Relationship: Xigbar & Luxord
Rating: PG
Content notes: vehicular peril, threatened kidnapping
Words: 1,495
Summary: The city on the Other Side has been a great place to get some work done on the Master’s grand plan without having to worry about dealing with prying eyes. So great, in fact, that Xigbar has started to let his guard down. But all it takes is getting in the wrong cab once to remind him that he should really know better than to drop his poker face before the hand is called.

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“Shinjuku Prince Hotel,” Xigbar offered, a little more gruffly than he would usually like, as he bent his head to enter the backseat of the cab. Normally he wasn’t above all kinds of schmoozing and small talk, but it was already a long night that only promised to get longer. Hanging out in the big city had its perks, but enough time spent standing in the rain, catching weird looks for the coat, was enough to make you miss fantasyland more than was probably reasonable.

Luckily the cab driver was a good sport, and took his payment without taking his passenger’s attitude personally. That was the life of the rank-and-file, wasn’t it. Keeping your head down and not letting the sour grapes of the unwashed masses get to you. Xigbar silently offered a prayer to the long-suffering working stiffs of the world.

He wearily opened his phone and started to scroll through his texts. It was kind of an aspirational motion, since none of his companions had really taken to the technology of the Other Side. Never mind that phones were apparently also a thing on the main side these days, anyway — those guys weren’t from “these days” and weren’t about to change. He was getting pretty sick of communicating only in visions and portents. ( And they wondered why the plan was so far behind schedule. )

[Fic] Role-Playing Game

Title: Role-Playing Game
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Character Focus: Xigbar
Rating: PG
Content notes: unreality, manipulation by an authority figure, threatened violence
Words: 1,011
Summary: Even with the petty concerns of the Organization rising and falling around him, there’s not much that can ruin Xigbar’s day. As long as he sticks to his role, keeps his secrets close, and doesn’t time-travel, then he has nothing to worry about. After all, he’s the only one who really knows his own heart.

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Xigbar shoved his hands in his coat pockets and whistled tunelessly as he meandered through the old castle’s hollow halls. The Organization’s plans these days were moving along at a snail’s pace, and it was getting progressively harder to find his own fun. In fact, he was so bored lately that whatever he had been doing before this had already seen fit to eject itself from his memory.

What was he up to again? His most recent attempt at stirring the pot had been to provoke No. VI about the Keyblade heroes that had saved his skin as an anklebiter, so he was curious to know whether his needling was going to bear any fruit. The kid did seem to be more in the habit of skulking around the bossman’s business lately, so maybe Xigbar had succeeded in hitting a sore spot. He wasn’t sure if there was an agenda at play or just simple curiosity, but he had nothing better to do than pretend he had a problem with it either way.

( He rounded the corner towards the has-been king’s old computer. )