I know it's short, but I got chapter three up in the same day, so you can't complain too much!
I don't own them, they belong to Squeenix.
Saïx stared up at Vexen in shock, a light pink tint coming to his cheeks. He didn't believe it. He couldn't believe it. Nobodies didn't feel things like "love". This had to be some kind of cruel joke.
"That can't be correct."
"But it is. I know just as well as you that we're not supposed to have emotion, but you must remember: I've studied about how the mind works. I've read enough books to know how love should be described...and you described it."
"No. That's impossible. You must be mistaken."
"Saïx, I know how it sounds, but think about it for a moment. You feel odd only when you think of Xemnas, correct? You met him in the kitchen, you passed him in the hall, you went into his office for a mission assignment, and you explained to me what you felt. You even told me that what you experienced was pleasant. It's understandable if you still don't believe me, but the feeling won't go away until your want for Xemnas' affection is satiated."
Saïx stood up, the usual emotionless expression on his face. He turned toward the door, taking a few steps forward before stopping to speak.
"I thank you for taking the time to see me. I'll keep what you said in mind, but for now, I think I'll just try to forget about the strange feelings. Good day."
Vexen nodded silently, watching as Saïx left. He knew that it would take a while for it to fully sink in, and he knew that Saïx would eventually believe it on his own, so he decided that he shouldn't bother the Berserker about it.