A/N:

Hiya, everyone! I wanted to post what was happening behind the scenes of My Creator and some of its history. Most of this takes place in the past, to let you know. This chapter is the creation of Yukia. These historical happenings won't be in any particular order, but if they take place during the actual story, I'll put it in the author's notes here.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, but I do own Yukia.

Vexen breathed deeply as he made the pink-gray hearts dance around in the glass cylinder. As two of these small hearts collided, they became larger than before, but they turned grayer in response. Nearly sixteen hours had passed since Vexen had begun working on his newest Replica. A replica of a young child named Akiyu, whom he had studied for the past few months- to get every aspect of her right when he created the Replica. More and more of these little hearts collided, and not before long, they all became a large, black, dead heart. It didn't beat, but it breathed.

"Finally…" the scientist sighed in relief and sealed up the glass cylinder again. "She'll need to be placed into a larger casing…"

Vexen carried the cylinder over to a pre-prepared glass box- one that almost touched the ceiling of the white laboratory. He released the black heart into the large container and closed the metal hatch. The glass cylinder was then discarded into a nearby disposal area; one of which Vexen had specifically requested.

"See you when I get back…" Vexen said to the heart, then shut the lights and closed the door to the private lab in which he lived so much of his life in.

[Three Days Later]

A loud thump resonated through the laboratory, disturbing Vexen from his peaceful analysis of a harmful toxin found in his coffee this morning. He rushed to when the sound came from, then stared curiously as it came again. It was protruding from the room his newest Replica had been placed, which then concerned the scientist to his fullest. He immediately started to punch in the code for the door when he heard the thumping noise a third time. As the automatic metal door slid far enough for him to move into the white room, what he saw astounded him.

There, on the floor inside the glass container was a little girl- probably not much older than six years old. His Replica- it had survived the initial setup stage. The small girl was covered in water, and she was pounding against the floor. Screaming without a voice, and banging worthlessly against the cold, linoleum tile beneath her, the child looked… broken. Tear streaked down her face, and she finally looked up at Vexen.

He held his breath when he approached the girl, and examined her. Her skin was pale, and almost looked like porcelain. Her eyes were a reddish-brown colour, and here glazed over with fear. The deep onyx locks that fell sloppily and messily over most of her face and body was sticking to the porcelain skin and was poking at the red-brown eyes. Her slowly unlatched the metal trapdoor and reached a gloved hand into the glass casing. The small girl's eyes lightened up, and she eagerly grabbed hold of his hand with two of her own.

"My perfect little Replica…" he pulled her small body out through the opening, which was just big enough to get her through. "What shall we call you?"

[4 years later]

"Vexen! V-Vexen!" Yukia sobbed hopelessly for him as she ran towards the house, and said scientist came out of the small house they called home.

"Yukia?" he hugged the elder man around his thighs, and looked up at him. "What happened?" he brushed her check, which was dripping blood.

"T-the school boys, they…" her eyes filled up with tears again, and she began to whimper. "Th-they were throwing rocks at me, and called me a fake!"

Vexen sighed and took her in the small home to get her cleaned up.

"Vexen," Yukia slowly started, kicking her feet around. "What's a 'mom'? The kids at my school all talk about how their mothers prepare their hair and lunch and things like that, but I don't have one of these 'mom' things. What is it?"

Vexen sighed and rubbed his eyes. He was sewing the large cut Yukia had received when the boys had thrown rocks at her, which made him wonder what else they threw to give her such a large, deep cut. As he sewed the final stitch, he looked her in the eyes.

"I think it's time I told you, the story of how you were created."

[After the long explanation]

"W-what ?" Yukia stood up from her sitting position on the couch, sitting back down almost instantaneously afterwards, due to the pain. "I-I'm just… you did…" her eyes watered up and she looked betrayed at Vexen. He didn't say anything, but simply stood up and went to the door.

As he put on his overused and permanently stained lab coat, he said "You were an experiment that happened to go right. Don't fret too much over it- you're just as worthless as your Original, Akiyu."

Vexen disappeared that night, and was taken by Organization XIII.

A/N:

Whoa… hope you liked this. I'm tired. D:

I'm still getting over the stomach flu, but I thought I'd put this up anyways. ;3

Expect an update on My Creator, btw.