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
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