+WHAT A BLAST FROM THE PAST+

[TO: All Recipients]

[TO: Solid Snake]

[TXT]: OH.

[TXT]: Yep that's mine

Length: 23 pages (though page 15 is the original stopping point within the original fic form, I just like fleshing stuff out lol,)

Pairing: XigDem

Warnings: Strong language, blood

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-SLIDES INTO HOME PLATE-

"Figures."

He took the phone from the other's hand and placed it into the pocket, sort of trying to wedge it into it so it wouldn't fall out again.

It was the kid… Or, not so kid anymore. Nothing like the replica made all that time ago. No, Xigbar remembered him too well regardless of the replica being gone.

Xigbar, had no idea where to start frankly.

Therefore, he only managed to laugh low in his throat before speaking, “Y'know, that’s not really nice to say after almost killing a guy.”

Xigbar narrowed his eye slightly and pointed to the other, “And, I never did get to tell you why I was worthy either.” He smirked and let his hand fall.

“So what about it, interested in hearing a long story, kid?” He placed a hand on his hip and waited.

        Unabashedly, he offers an impertinent roll of turquoise eyes. Were it not vexing, he’d find laughable the other’s gall to speak of kindliness. ❝ You know what else isn’t NICE? Ganging up on a guy when he’s alone, and trying to plunge all worlds in darkness. Let’s not forget the ORGANIZATION you were in actually got me killed. ❞ Sure, he’d been resuscitated thanks to the valiance of his most cherished companion, but the point remains. ❝             and my NAME isn’t KID. Get it right. ❞

Or Roxas' Somebody always yelling it.

Well, what a waste anyway.

"I had a job to do, or else, I would have gotten killed. Figured you'd know that outta everyone. I'll let you know too that the Organization isn't built on forgiveness, and no way in hell was I getting benched."

With a sigh Xigbar just pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose, shutting his eye for a moment. Trying to comprehend what he was about to tell the other. In seconds, he opened his eye and let his hands rest comfortably crossed across his chest.

Preparing mentally, pretty much.

"Guess I'll start with... Have you ever heard of the Master Of Master's?"

“Y'know, I’d bet it’s rats. I haven’t seen any rats around here in… Well, y'know, since I’ve been here.”

He read the menu over again and narrowed his eye at just the word ‘Strips’.

“I’ve read a lot of crazy shit in my life but that’s one of the most uneasy things I’ve ever felt… What does that even mean.”

There was a moment of silence, before “I’m gonna get it.”

Then he rang the bell.

That…makes so much sense Badou’s almost disappointed in himself for not connecting the dots faster. But they’ll reach this inevitable death from this crap sooner or later. 

Xigbar looked down towards Badou, almost laughing. He just looked up towards the employee and smiled,

"Hey, two orders of 'strips', one of the 'definitely chicken bucket with "sauce"' and whatever you have to drink that won't kill me."

Then, he adds, "oh, and a kids meal, for him."

“Huh?” Xigbar looked down at her and blinked for a second as she said ‘Blue Garden’.

Technically one of the places he was from was Radiant Garden… Similar,

but.

“Nope, the name’s familiar. Wonder if it looks anything the same though. Any castles, scientists, keyblade weilders where you’re from?” Xigbar couldn’t help but laugh at the last question.

“I’m kind of from nowhere, really. Always just been moving from place to place, ever since I was a kid.”

Her heart dropped a little but it had been a long shot and she knew it. For all she knew, there were numerous Sakura Cosmos’ each different. That was a thought for another time perhaps.

“I know of planets with castles, and scientists are pretty much everywhere but I’ve never heard of keyblade weilders. Still, there’s probably a lot of things I’ve never heard of.”

Parents?

"Nope, don't remember 'em... Used to know someone who I looked up to though." Xigbar sighed low and just shrugged.

"I was kinda in my teens when I left, I mean, it's too long to explain why. All you need to know is I've been to tons of places... It was for a mission. Kind of a big deal, y'know?"

Xigbar, had no idea where to start frankly.

Therefore, he only managed to laugh low in his throat before speaking, "Y'know, that's not really nice to say after almost killing a guy."

Xigbar narrowed his eye slightly and pointed to the other, "And, I never did get to tell you why I was worthy either." He smirked and let his hand fall.

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It seemed the amount of times Xigbar would run into people that reminded him of other people that he shouldn’t have remembered was baffling to him.

This girl looked almost identical to the one they held at Castle Oblivion all that time ago. The one mission Mar- something… Had messed up. Then, Saïx’s plan to kill off half the Organization…

Regardless- none of that mattered anymore, especially the Organization for one.

“What a time for a trip down memory lane.” Xigbar sighed and flicked his hair over his shoulder.

Naively, or perhaps vainly, Rebecca automatically assumed that he recognized her from her B-Cube channel, Ao Neko. That meant that he was from her planet, universe, whatever - she didn’t quite grasp the physics but they weren’t really that important. 

“Are you from Blue Garden too?”

Technically one of the places he was from was Radiant Garden... Similar,

but.

"Nope, the name's familiar. Wonder if it looks anything the same though. Any castles, scientists, keyblade weilders where you're from?" Xigbar couldn't help but laugh at the last question.

“You’re right, should know by now in this place.” Xigbar dropped his cigarette and stepped on it.

Within seconds he was pulling open the door, ushering the other in and walking up towards the counter to order.

Taking a look at the place, the benches and chairs that were around looked as if they burnt them first before setting them as actual furniture. The plants were not plants.

They just couldn’t be considered plants anymore it would have been an insult to actual plants.

Therefore they weren’t and Xigbar turned his attention back to the menu above them, the sign ‘ring for service’ would be used after he made up his mind,

“So, whatd'ya say, do you want the, ‘Definitely Chicken Bucket’ with 'hot sauce’” Xigbar blinked.

“I’m sure they’re feeding us cats here…” He hummed to himself for a second, “but, hey, it’s good.”

He doesn’t want to notice the stains on the floor but he can’t help but do so. Not all of them are bright blood red….some of them are definitely the works of two or more people who had a little too much fun and not enough towels? Chests to catch it with??? People are disgusting. 

“This is how you get fuckin’ Hepatitis…” he sighs. But notice, Badou still hasn’t said ‘lets get out of here.’ Just squints at the menu while he contemplates. 

He read the menu over again and narrowed his eye at just the word 'Strips'.

"I've read a lot of crazy shit in my life but that's one of the most uneasy things I've ever felt... What does that even mean."

There was a moment of silence, before "I'm gonna get it."