A young teen girl was walking slowly down the empty hallway to the library. Jennifer ran her fingers through the long lavender bangs that covered her face. The lovely thing about The Castle That Never Was was that it had a huge variaty of books from all over the worlds. The lonely sound of her boots echoing off the white walls were like a tune in her head that told the story of her non-exictence, the many lonely days she spent walking down the same hallway to the same library and then the sleepless nights she would spend afterwards. Yes, she had an eternal life now since she was a half-breed human/nobody, but she felt somewhat lonely.

"Wait, I can't feel. It's imposible for me to feel lonesome." The girl thought to herself as she stopped in her steps and sighed, putting a hand on her chest where her heart was how-we-could-say half present. With a long sigh, she began to walk once more till she reached the big double-doors. Pushing them open, she made her way to the darkened isles of several different-colored books and began to scan for one in perticular. She slid her index finger down the line of dusty books untill she hit an empty space.

"But the check-in card said it was available." Jennifer scratched her head and began to scan the row once more. She began to move to a different shelf, thinking that the book she had come for had been misplaced in the wrong area, when a sharp scent filled her nose. The smell is what seemed to be putred fingernail polish wafting in her direction.

"Hello, Larxene." She didn't even have to turn around to see the older woman coming twords her.

"Well, well, Jennifer, you sound plesant as always." she frowned as she put a hand on her hip. "Why'd you miss the meeting last night?" the blond girl walked closer to the younger teen, who now turned to see her holding a thick black book with gold letters that read: 'Marquis de Sade'.

"Larxene, you've read that one already. I've been waiting for it for a month." She stepped forward and looked up into the older women's cold, souless eyes.

"You want it, shorty?" she began to cradle the old looking book in her arms and smiled evily. "Well sorry, freak, but you were to slow."

"Listen, you gothic reject, you've pushed me around since I became a member of the organization and I've said nothing, but when you go between me and my books you've crossed the line!" She pointed at her furiusly.

'Where did this emotion come from? I'm a nobody half-breed, we don't feel anything!' She thought to herself, not realizing a very angered Larxene had grabbed her by her collar and lifted her off the ground, then she tried to pry Larxene's hand off of her cloak.

"Gothic reject, am I?" she had such strength when she was mad. "Damn you, you freak emo!" she threw her swiftly across the room, into a book shelf which caused several thick books to fall on her as she groaned in pain, trying to get back up.

"If you have any respect for life I recomend you keep your rude coments to yourself, kid, before you really get hurt." the blond turned an walked out in silent rage.

--...--

Marluxia was walking down the corridor heading toward the library for some kind of plant as he crashed into Larxene, making cherry blossom petal fall out of his sleeves.

"Marluxia, sorry i wasn't watching where i was going."

"What're you so mad about?" He then leaned toward her and put his lips next to her ear. "Did Axel get to you, again?"

"No, you jerk, that freak brat wanted to run her mouth." she put her hands on her hips. "That little freak is lucky I didn't zap her like the little insect she is." she hissed.

"You didn't hurt her, did you?" Marluxia fround, knowing she was speaking of Jennifer. Like Axel, he too, has a crush on a younger girl.

"You know that the Superior wouldn't like us to strike down our own fellows now, don't you?" he allowed the lie to pass his lips.

"No, I just threw her around to get a point across...Why, do you have a soft spot for the little brat?" Larxene's anger turned into sly, evil, happiness.

"Where is she?" the man fround, concern filled him with dread. "Wait, what is this? Nobodies can't feel. No hearts. No love, no sorrow, no nothing." the filling kept pouring in his empty chest.

"The Freak? She's in the library. You can go look for her, but I need a bath, so go by yourself." she fround, begining to walk away in a huff.

It didn't take Marluxia long to find his way the library's double-doors. He had entered to find Jennifer picking up books and placing them on the shelf, with tears at the corner of her eyes.

'Tears? She was crying? Emotion? It's fake...isn't it?' the man couldn't beleve his eyes. The girl looked up, her lavender/purple hair fell over one side of her face, covering one of her puffy eyes.

"Hi." Marluxia waved, a sweet smile on his blushing face. Lavender turned back to the books so the man wouldn't see her face, but she knew it was to late as he heared the footsteps comeing towards her.

"Would you like some help?"

"Why would you care? You can might as well give up your pity act, cause it's not working."

"Pity act? What's wrong wih you lately?"

"Just shut up and leave." She picked up a huge dictioary and struggled to place it on the shelf when warm, gloved hands slid over hers and helped her get the book in place. The scent of flowers filled her nose and she felt herself blushing as he stepped away.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" She covered the visible side of her face with her hand.

"Just trying to help you." a sly smile spread across Marluxia's face as he crossed his fingers behind his back and chuckled. "Two people can clean this up faster."

"Whatever, just don't talk alot, flower boy." Jennifer gritted his teeth.

"Flower boy? Why are you gonna call me names?" Marluxia's smile turned to a hurt frown. "I didn't call you a freak or anything that the other guys call you and you're going to stoop to their level by calling me names." the older man's words struck one of her nerves, but he had a point. Jennifer turned and met Marluxia's eyes.

"That expression...why does it seem to make me 'feel' bad. Feel? Whatever...But...I shouldn't act childish. I am to intelligent to be rude like Larxene or the others are."She forced a smile.

"I'm sorry,yes, I'd like some help." She tugged on Marluxia's sleeve and pointed, first a a big book and, then, to the top shelf. "I'm not tall enough." She blushed. Marluxia picked her up as she slid the book onto it's space.

--...--

After everything had been picked up the two flopped onto a big leather couch in the middle of the library. Marluxia looked out the big window that was to the side of the room and saw two figures standing on the ledge opposite the other side of the castle.

'Axel? Kamina?' the older man's fingers became tangled in his hood strings.

"What are they doing?" he saw his two fellow, members...kissing. His mind raced at the thought then it shifted to a thought of the girl beside him. He swallowed hard and bit his bottom lip.

'If I do this...I'll be as bad as Axel!' he watched as the young girl turned to face him. That cute, slender face. That odd hair, like his, with the double-color mix.

'But I really like her! I want to show my love for her. She makes me feel like I still have a heart.' the older man found himself leaning over...but what surprised him was that this girl was leaning close to him too!

Their lips met and a feeling exploded in Marluxia's chest. "Jen, I love you." As Marluxia put a hand on her shoulder, the girl pulled away.

"What are we doing?" Jennifer gasped, her mind had gone blank at the time the older man had came way closer to her.

"You're a Nobody and I'm not as much!" She began to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand.

"But you liked it, didn't you?" a sly smile spread across Marluxia's face as he watched the girl become a bright red.

"N-no, I don't think so." Jennifer stood to her feet and began to walk away.

"We will be seeing more of each other, real soon." Marluxia giggled as he watched the girl reach the door.

"I'll lock myself in my room everytime I see you coming." Came the girl's reply as the door opened and closed.

"Oh, really?" Marluxia chuckled as he pulled a set of keys from his sleeve. "I may have to disagree with you, my dear Jennifer."