Pitch black night. A tree branch scraped against the window. Demyx, laying in bed, shivered under the covers.
"Don't worry, Demyx," he said to himself, "It's just a storm. . . . . . . ."
Thunder seemed to shatter that belief. He jumped up and held his breath to prevent him from screaming.
"So much for a good night's sleep." He sighed heavily.
Suddenly he heard the door to his room shut. He quickly looked but could not see anything. He felt himself begin to sweat. He looked around again, to find a tall dark figure standing at the post of his bed before him.
"Who are you? What do you want from me?" Demyx said nervously.
The figure seemed to turn its head slightly. The rest of the figure remained motionless.
"Poor guy, can't get to sleep?" The figure said.
"Get out of my room, please. . . . ." Demyx said politely.
The figure stared, then slowly walked to the side of the bed. It seemed to stare down at him. As lightning flashed, Demyx could see the figure's well-taken-care-of teeth.
"Don't worry. It's going to be alright, mullet boy."
That was Demyx's nickname. How did he know his nickname?
"What do you want from me?" He asked nervously.
"I've always loved your soft complexion. You look even cuter when your asleep."
He was surprised by it's comment.
"You think. . . . . I'm cute? I was going for more of a handsome look, but I’ll settle for that." He smiled. Anyone who compliments on his looks is a good person indeed.
The figure crawled into bed with him.
"Whoa, hold your horses!" Demyx said, "We're not gettin' easy already, are we?"
"You don't know who I am, do you?" It asked.
He looked at the figure carefully. right now he couldn't see a thing.
"I dunno. Who ARE you?"
"Let me remind you." He took his hand and removed his glove. He touched Demyx's face. His skin was a little tough and wrinkly.
Demyx's eyes widened. "Pirate Boy?"
"I always knew you were good at guessing."
"That's only because I never know what I’m doing. It turns into a skill when you do it all the time."
"Oh don't be so hard on yourself. You know you got mad skills."
Xigbar wrapped an arm around Demyx and pulled him to his side.
"Go to sleep. It's gonna be alright." His slightly aged face smiled warmly. Xigbar slowly stroked Demyx's soft hair.
Demyx quickly went to sleep,  a cute little grin on his face.