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Chapter IV.

The silence seemed to last for an hour. Vexen stared intently at Marluxia, gazing into his blue eyes, which looked soft and genuine. Vexen knew that if he had had a heart, it would have been racing. Finally, Marluxia looked away, fidgeting with his hair.
'I don't know if that's a bad thing…' He said in a tiny voice, staring at his feet.
His voice snapped Vexen out of his thoughts. Vexen gently grasped Marluxia's cheek and turned his face, so that he would look at him.
'It's not a bad thing. Don't worry. I'm only worried about why you don't remember any of the others. But don't worry, it'll be fine,'Vexen whispered to the pink haired man, suddenly noticing that the distance between them had become really small. Gasping, he let go of the other, still feeling Marluxia's warmth on his skin. He stood up and turned to leave.
'Are you leaving?'Marluxia asked. Vexen turned his head, to see the younger sitting on the bed, hands folded in his lap, looking at him with a sad face. Vexen breathed in and forced a nod out of himself. Then he left, sighing deeply and locking the door behind him, leaving Marluxia behind in the cold room.
'Well.. this is going to be a problem,' he sighed to himself.

Xigbar, Axel, Demyx, Luxord and Saix were in the lounge of Castle Oblivion, persuaded by Luxord to play a game of poker and therefore there were the inevitable tensions. That's why Vexen didn't find it surprising to be greeted with a couple of annoyed glares, a cheery greeting from Luxord and Demyx' pouting face. He greeted back absentmindedly, settling himself on the couch. He watched the others for a while, then he decided to phrase his question.
'Does any of you know anything about memory loss?'He asked. Saix, sharp as ever, immediately snapped his head up from his cards.
'Do you suspect that when Marluxia wakes up, he might be suffering from memory loss?'He asked in quiet voice, though still clearly audible. Vexen realized he hadn't told the others Marluxia was in fact awake ánd had lost his memory, but decided he could wait with that information for a while. He would be in trouble if the Superior found out that he had, not on purpose but still severely, damaged the Graceful Assassin, so he found it better to let them believe Marluxia was still unconscious.
'Well,' he began, 'that might be. And I don't know that much about memory loss, nor about it's cure.' Saix' eyes seemed to see right through him, but he didn't speak.
'I wouldn't find it so surprising if he lost his memory,' Axel said, 'I mean, he's the one who's been fiddling with memories and such, like with Sora, remember? Maybe he was just destined to lose his own one day.'
Vexen silently agreed with him. He felt his heart sink, because if it really was because of the whole affair with Naminé, then there was most likely no cure. And they'd both be in trouble. Deep.
'Does this mean that Marluxia's already lost his memory then?' Demyx asked. Axel patted him on the head.
'Dem-dem, Marly isn't awake yet. We'll have to wait, until then we can only speculate.'
Vexen decided he'd heard enough, and summoned a portal. He left the room, lost in his thoughts, the last thing he heard was Demyx trying to re-pronounce the word 'speculate'.

Marluxia still sat on the bed, looking around him, wondering what to do. That blonde haired man had locked the door, so he couldn't go outside. Oh, how he longed to go outside. There was a small window in the room, and Marluxia walked towards it. Slowly pushing it open, he breathed in the fresh air and a faint smell of flowers. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sun-rays falling on his face for a minute.
It would be great to be outside, he thought, just walking around, exploring, enjoying the beauties of nature. Marluxia leaned down to see if it was deep, and realized that he had to be on the third floor at least. A petal was floating on the soft breeze, and Marluxia tried to catch it. As he leaned forward more, he suddenly felt a sting of a terrible pain in his chest. He flinched and drew back, letting the petal fly away. As he sat back on the bed, he zipped his cloak open. His eyes grew wide when he found the many bandages around his torso, soaked in blood, and when he touched it, it hurt bad.
What is this?! The Assassin thought, panic growing in his chest. He tugged at the bandages nervously, trying to get them off. I didn't work, they were firmly wrapped around him and would't come loose. Then his gaze fell on the scissors that were lying on a table.

Vexen silently opened the door to his lab to check on Marluxia. After he locked the door, he turned around the find the Assassin terrified. He had his coat halfway down, his chest exposed, staring wide-eyed at the bloody bandages he had ripped off. With his fingers he carefully traced the stiched wounds, flinching when it hurt. The Chilly Academic didn't know what to say. Then Marluxia looked up at Vexen.
'What happened to me?'His eyes were wide, he was probably in pain. Vexen tried to change subject.
'I'll fetch you a painkiller. Wait here.' He almost ran to the other side of the room, feeling embarrassed at the other's exposure and his reaction to it. After he grabbed the pill, the walked back to Marluxia and offered him the painkiller. Marluxia slapped his hand away, looking at him angrily, making the painkiller fly through the room.
'Answer me!!'He screamed, one hand supporting his stomach, of which the wounds started to bleed again. Vexen stared at him, shocked. When he didn't answer, Marluxia's eyes narrowed.
'Who did this to me?' He asked, dropping his voice. 'I know that you know and I want you to tell me. What happened to me?'His gaze was now filled with anger and a hint of confusion. Vexen already saw the old Marluxia in him, only the confusion was out of place. Vexen turned his head.
'I'll tell you what happened, but.. not now. You have to heal first. Then we'll talk.'Marluxia went back to screaming again, his voice shaking.
'Tell me what happened! It's my body, I have a right to know! Am I one of your experiments? Or is it something else? I want to-' Vexen grabbed the other's shoulders, silencing him by pressing their lips together. As he heard the other's breathing go back to normal, he pulled away.
'Shush, Marluxia,' He whispered to the other, his face flushed, 'we'll talk later. If you get so worked up now you'll only hurt yourself.' He looked at the pink haired man, whose eyes suddenly stood sad. After a short silence, Marluxia asked,
'What is your name?' He looked at Vexen again, who was gently petting his hair, soothing him.

'Even. Call me Even.'

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