Everyone had known this day would come eventually, just not this soon, not now.

Panic surged through the air in thick waves, but the Professor did his best to calm his students, he'd managed to get them to the Gym, where they would be safe for a lot longer then anyone else.

"P-please! We're going to be fine guys, if they do get in, just cooperate, they won't harm us!" The pink-haired teacher called over the panicked murmurs of the students and the slamming of soldier's feet and shoulders against the Gym's doors.

The Professor had managed to keep his students together this long, but as the minutes wizzed by like seconds, he realized this was it.

Soon, the gym doors were beaten in and the teacher ordered the students towards the end to the end of the Gym, but before they had the chance to move, the Gym became flooded with thick, gagging smoke.

Marluxia stumbled for a moment, groping around in the smog for anything; a weapon, a student or something to keep him from stumbling, but before he found a thing, he felt pain.

A solider's elbow, or perhaps the butt of his gun, was rammed into Marluxia's stomach, causing him to instantly double over, but in the following moment he was being pulled up again, yelping as he was yanked up by his hair and dragged across the Gym. He fought; kicking out at the soilder he could only just see in front of him and thrashing his arms out at the man dragging him.

"Alright, bring him here!" There was a man's voice. He sounded a little older then Marluxia, and obviously one of the leaders of this 'attack'.

The order was followed and Marluxia was soon shoved face first onto the concrete court, fighting to regain in breath as he pulled himself onto his knees.

"Who is he?" That voice again.

"He's a teacher, sir. That's all we know though." One of the soldiers barked back in that disciplined voice they had all adopted.

Then there were footsteps, and Marluxia's groggy head was yanked up to face and tanned face. It was a foul face, with dark amber eyes that sneered down at Marluxia's dusty Grey eyes.

"Who are you?" The eyes hissed down at him, and for a moment all the pink-haired man could do was swallow thickly and trace his eyes down to the ground. "Answer me!" The man snapped, yanking at the other's hair, forcing him to stare up at him.

"P-Professor Marluxia Garner..." The teacher stammered reluctantly, a small stubborn scowl forming on his brow.

"And what do you teach?"

"Why do you care?" Marluxia retorted quickly, for that he was shoved back to the ground, grazing his chin on the harsh concrete.

"Kill him." Was the order barked out to the soldiers that had surrounded the pink-haired man.

There was silence for a moment, then the clicks for guns being loaded and readied and the soldiers shuffling closer. Marluxia bowed his head to the ground, biting back the small waves of fear and waiting. He'd rather be dead then held captive by these men. He kept waiting, glancing around himself at the feet of gunmen,

"Wait-!" A voice cut in, Marluxia watched as another pair of feet pushed past some and came to stand in front of him. "I know this man. He's a scientist." The voice informed, "Get up, Garner."

Slightly stunned, Marluxia slowly raised his head from the ground, peering up at a tall blond man, he was dressed rather smartly, not like a solider at all. He must have been of high power...

"Vexen, who is he then?" The first voice Marluxia had heard said that.

"Marluxia Garner, a science teacher, majors in Biology, his specialty is Botany, however." 'Vexen' informed, crouching down to Marluxia's level and grabbing his chin between his index and thumb. The teacher scowled, jerking his head back, but the man held his grip. "He could be of use. I request that you allow me to keep him as an assistant, I'm in need of one as it is."

"N-no way! I'd never help you!" Marluxia protest, trying again to break the man's hold.

"It's that or die." The blond reminded, standing and dragging Marluxia with him. The two were soon joined by the amber-eyed man, who was tracing his eyes over Marluxia carefully.

"I don't know, Vexen... He could be a handful," The man mused, giving Marluxia a disgusted look which was promptly thrown back at him.

"Don't worry. He'll break easily. Besides, he has no where else to go, this town is in ruins." Vexen snickered.

"Very well. Bring him with you. But if there is any trouble with him, he'll be dead."

And then there was a thud and the world slowly dimmed away for Marluxia.

XIXIXIXIXIXIXIXIXI

Marluxia woke with a groan, slowly pushing himself off of the uncomfortably hard pillow. The room he was in was dark and dull, there was nothing but the bed he lay in, a small window that couldn't be opened and a door to the far corner of him.

His head was spinning and a bleak ache had settled in for the long haul, it was a feeling similar to the that one had when they'd had to many drinks then tried to dance in a room packed with equally as drunk, dancing people, but the atmosphere wasn't nearly as enjoyable.

Cautiously, the pink-haired man slipped one leg out from beneath the blanket that covered him and groped around for the ground, as though to make sure it was indeed there and solid. Eventually- once he was certain the floor was there and his head had stopped spinning- he stood and carefully stumbled towards the door, pushing it open.

He held onto the door frame, leaning himself into the connected room and glancing around, it wasn't as dull as the room he had been in. There was a large wooden table to the center of the room, a few chairs scattered around it in no particular pattern and there were bookshelves coating all the walls- save one, which was home to a tall, whole-wall-consuming double paneled window, complete with a quaint looking window seat.

"H-hello?" Marluxia stammered. It wasn't suppose to come out like that, he'd never let himself sound so pathetic...

But no answer came to the squeakish call, so he walked further in, leaving the safety of the door frame to ran a hand along one of the tall bookshelves, reading some of the titles printed onto the spines of the leather-bound books; they all seemed to be science related.

"Oh, you're awake." A voice sounded from behind the man, who quickly turned on his heel to face the voice.

"W-who are you?" Marluxia retorted, glancing over the man, he recognized him vaguely. The man was blond with dull green eyes set into pale skin, he was dressed in a lab coat, a green shirt barely visible past it and along with that he wore a pair of expensive looking dress pants and black shoes, polished to a shine. And the whole time Marluxia stood in front of him, he felt a horrible vibe coming from the man.

"You don't remember, hm?" The man mused, looking over Marluxia.He was an oddly pretty man with hair akin to the color baby pink that fell in bedraggled flicks and curls, they shaped his face, which was slightly sun kissed making his Grey-blue eyes stand out a little more then they would have usually. He was dressed like any teacher, a loose blue shirt with the just a few of the top buttons still undone and a pair of dark-wash jeans to go with it. Plain, but complimenting on the man's behalf.

"Remember what...?" Marluxia frowned, shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

"Well, I suppose not. You took caught the blow to the head, I thought it was highly unnecessary, but Xemnas always lets Saix indulge in a little mindless violence." The man seemed to let his mouth wander for a moment, before smiling ever so slightly, "My name is Vexen, I'm a scientist, and you are my new assistant."

Marluxia was silent for a moment, and he very suddenly recalled what had happened; His students panicking, soldiers bursting in and flooding the school grounds, smoke filling the Gym where he had hidden, dark amber eyes glaring at him, the clicks of guns and footsteps, this man, Vexen, forcing him off of his knees and then bargaining with the amber-eyed man to keep him as help...

All this ran through his mind and Marluxia soon found his hands balling into fists and then lunging towards Vexen, nearly screaming at the blond man.

Everything from there happened quickly- Marluxia could only make it out as a blur; a solider was quickly in the room, kicking at Marluxia and pulling him off of Vexen, who was an the ground, a red swell already appearing on his cheek where Marluxia had punched him. The pink-haired man continued to throw weak kicks and punches at whomever was near, but he tired quickly and the solider had dealt out a few fair blows into Marluxia's ribs and head.

He soon found himself draped over the uniform's shoulder and being taken back to the room he had woken in, and once again the world faded off.


A/N:

Hey guys! Yeah, I've started another fic- But don't worry! Peculiar is still being worked on and there will be plenty of updates on it ASAP.

I'm actually having alot of fun with this story n.n! And I'm working on the second chapter now, it'll be up soon so please keep reading and reviewing!