Creative Writing: Strangers In The Dumpster

Xion summoned her keyblade, holding the handle firmly in her hand in an upward position so that the blade pointed to the ceiling. "And then I just do this-" An ice shard formed at the tip of the blade, it shot like a bullet from her keyblade and when it collided with the ceiling, it fractured into thousands of tiny ice shards. "Cool right? I learned it by myself too!"

Xigbar smirked. "Not bad, poppet, that'll do great against the heartless we're after. Hey, maybe I should start calling you ice queen from now on."

"Ice queen?" Xion frowned. "I don't see what's wrong with just Xion."

"It's for fun. You got a nickname for me?"

"Uh well, you probably won't like them...and I really shouldn't say it in this place."

Now it was Xigbar's turn to
frown as he could already guess the type of nasty nicknames she conjured up. "Yep, ice queen sure does fit ya, alright, I think it's time we head out." Standing up from the couch, Xigbar approached Saïx who was busy typing away the latest missions for next week. After exchanging a few words, Xigbar returned shortly to Xion with a mission report paper in hand.

"Where to?" Xion asked.

"Hollow bastion. We got recon at Ansem's place." Xigbar ripped open a portal to the darkness, then the two nobodies stepped through.