Chappie 2! Chappie 3 is on the way!

AN: WARNING! If you haven't figured out who the characters are the guesswork is about to be taken away. Sorry.

EDIT: I apologize for possible OOCness…

The teen ran into the room to see the blond man laying unconscious on the ground.

"Vexen!"

He ran up to the body and started shaking his shoulder.

Slowly the scientist came around.

"Zexion?" he asked with confusion in his eyes. "What are you doing down here?"

"I came to apologize for being careless," he replied. "What's going on?"

Vexen's eyes grew wide.

"N-nothing. Why would you think anything was going on?"

Zexion lowered his eyes and glared.

"Vexen," he started with barely suppressed anger, "I could hear you being threatened. Don't say that nothing is happening. Don't you dare lie to me!"

Vexen was surprised by Zexion's outburst.

"Z-Zexion. What's wrong?" he asked with shock written all over his face.

"You lied to me!" Zexion's eyes were on fire with fury. "How could you do that? You're my father! You're supposed to set a good example for your children! How am I supposed to respect you when you lie to me? I care about you and you turn around and do that!"

Vexen was so alarmed by Zexion's yells that he couldn't respond.

"Tell me!" Zexion screamed in his face.

Vexen finally managed a response.

"Y-you called me your father…" he said dazedly.

Zexion looked confused.

"Well of course. You took care of me since Ansem took me to the castle. You're the closest thing I have to a parent since I lost my real ones."

"I thought you hated me. We fight all the time."

"Ever heard of teenage angst? I have raging hormones constantly and will have forever. It's not fair but that's how it is." He shrugged.

"So you still think of me that way?" Vexen asked hopefully.

"Yes, you're basically my dad and you always will be." Vexen smiled slightly. "Now!" Zexion's face grew serious again. "What's going on down here?"

Vexen swallowed.

"Well, I really don't want to tell you." He looked at Zexion pleadingly.

"You have to tell me!" Zexion said as he glared at Vexen.

Vexen looked away.

"If I tell you, you'll be involved and I don't want that."

"I might be able to think of a way to help you."

"No! It's bad enough as it is!"

"Vexen, please."

Vexen sighed.

"I really don't want to do that, but I need help." He took a deep breath. "Okay, about a month ago I was approached by a group of men and told me they'd pay me a million munny if I'd make them a potion. I made it and was rewarded greatly. I learned the name of their group and discovered that they were from a mob. After that, I told them of my findings and instead of being influenced by munny, I was threatened. I was forced to make a weapon for them. It was due a few days ago but I managed to get a couple more days to finish it. I don't want to but I don't want to die either!"

Zexion listened carefully until the end of the story.

"So your life is more important than countless thousands that could be ended by the weapon you're working on?" he demanded.

Vexen blanched.

"Well," he paused for a second, "well- I mean- what I said wasn't" he stuttered.

"What you meant was 'I'm a coward who won't stand up to a terrorist and would rather watch men, women, and children die than lose his own life."

Vexen was silent for a long time.

"You're right. I'm a coward," he finally said. "I'm going to stop working on that weapon and destroy it. Well those men come back I'll tell them that I'm not going to work for them ever again!"

Zexion smiled. "Good. I'm proud of you. That's the kind of situation that I can look up to."

The three days passed and the men returned.

Vexen had told Zexion to stay away from the basements while he talked to them.

Zexion waited until Vexen had been gone for about fifteen minutes before putting his book down and creeping to the labs.

He walked in quietly and headed for the door behind which he had heard Vexen talking to the men.

As he drew close, he could hear voices.

"I know that I didn't finish," Vexen's voice was forceful and angry, "but that's because I destroyed it! I won't help you murder anyone!"

"Oh really?" a haughty voice responded. "I wouldn't do that. Do you remember what we discussed?"

"Yes I do! I refuse to aid you anymore! I wish I had never taken that munny! It's tainted!"

Zexion could tell that Vexen was standing his ground and probably shaking slightly.

For some reason at that moment the voices stopped.

"Is that so? Well then, maybe we can change your mind. Davidson, can you bring the snoop you found?"

Zexion puzzled about what that could mean.

'The snoop?'

He didn't have long to ponder before a pair of rough hands grabbed his arm and pulled him down the hall and into the room with Vexen and the other men.

"Vexen, it seems as though we found someone in the hall. Do you recognize this kid?" the leader asked.

Vexen stiffened slightly.

"No. He must have snuck in and wandered down here," he lied.

"Really?" the leader raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure?"

Vexen nodded.

"Well then why don't we get rid of the spy?" He crossed to Zexion and slid a small dagger under his chin.

Zexion tried to squirm away from the cold blade but the rough hands kept him in place.

"No!" Vexen yelled.

The leader smirked and turned to the blond scientist.

"So, the little boy is important to you?"

"No, he just works here! And I said I wasn't going to let you kill anymore!"

"This runt works here?" he asked with a laugh.

Zexion tried to get his hands free to attack the man in front of him.

"I'm not a runt! Everyone here is just quite large. Also, I'm not a kid! I'm seventeen!"

The leader grinned evilly.

"That was a bad thing to say, runt. I hate teenagers so much! I'd love to kill you."

"Stop it! Don't kill him, he's just a child!" Vexen yelled.

"He seems quite important to you," he said slowly.

"He's just a co-worker," Vexen said calmly.

"I just can't believe that," the leader said and pressed the blade into Zexion's neck.

"Zexion!"

The leader laughed as Vexen ran forward to stop him, but he had already pulled the dagger away.

Drops of blood ran down Zexion's neck.

"Do you care to tell me the real relationship between you two or shall I force it out of you?"

"We just work together!" Vexen cried out.

"I refuse to believe that." He pressed the dagger back into Zexion's neck.

"Stop! Please!" Vexen sobbed.

"How are you connected?"

"He's my adopted son," Vexen said in defeat, hanging his head to look at the ground.

"Interesting," the leader said with relish. "Well then, to make sure that you make us what we ask for, we're going to take him with us."

"What? You've already made you're point! I'm going to restart that weapon!"

"This is just collateral to make sure that it's exactly to our requirements. We'll be back in a month."

He turned to the door and started to leave.

"A month! Don't take him for a month! He's a scientist-in-training and helps me in the lab. He could help me make the weapon the way you want it!" he pleaded.

"Can't do that, we need to make sure that we get what we want. If you finish within the moth, you'll get him back."

"You know that I can get out of this, right?" Zexion piped up. "I have power and I can't be restrained."

The leader turned to him again.

"You're name's Zexion, right?"

He nodded.

"Well then, this should help." He took a bandage out of his pocket and wrapped it around his eyes. "I know about your powers. You have to see to cast an illusion and without your eyes, that can't happen, but just to make sure-" He pulled the dagger back out of his boot and in a less than a heartbeat dragged it across the bandage.

Blood instantly soaked the bandage and the leader smiled in a self-satisfied way and stepped back.

Vexen was frozen where he was standing.

"Consider this a warning, Vexen. You don't do what we want, and this runt loses a lot more than his eyes."

He smirked again and left. His men following behind him, one carrying Zexion because he couldn't walk from his newly lost eyesight and weak knees from fighting passing out.

"See you in a month," the leader threw over his shoulder.

AN: Yay! It's the mob! ^-^ I'm on a mob-high right now...I don't know why but I am.

I went around telling my friends that I had blinded Zexion and they were like "What?" So I had to explain the story because they hadn't read it. Then I realized I always abuse the emo looking one.

Again, sorry for the OOCness, but it fit better.

Zexion's in trouble. BIG trouble.

I really didn't think this story would go this way when I started it. As I said, it was supposed to be a oneshot.

AHH! It's almost 3 AM and I have school! ARGH! But I need food before I go to sleep. My stummy is rumbling too much for me to sleep now. *I say 'stummy' when I'm tired or feeling very childish.*

I'm gonna work on 'Tense Chappie 3'!

See ya soon!