( I love Xaldin, I really do. Why am I such a jerk to him? I do not know. /grin/ But it's funny, I guess. Always worth funny.
I realized just HOW MUCH I have written for this right now, because I swear to god I thought that, like, next chapter I'd have gore. Except :( I got nothin'. Sooooo yeah. It won't be /much/ longer. It's just a lot of stuff. As long as you like this as much as the gore, I'm happy. ^^
This chapter is dedicated to my muse, because she's not really into setting me up with a new idea. Maybe this will appease her. I don't own Kingdom Hearts, remember? Although even if I /did/, the game totally would've never made it off the cutting-room floor, what with my rainbow smash of gay and the horrific violence that comes in like another chapter I swear to god. xD)
Everyone arrived soon after for dinner, and Senayax seemed to be waiting for someone. As Zexion opened his mouth to ask, her eyes got wide and Larxene walked in. He shuddered, knowing it was in no way a coincidence. Larxene flashed her a smile, and she grinned back, settling in next to him at the table and taking his hand. Zexion figured he should worry, but right now, she was holding his hand and he didn't care if a meteor happened to fall on the table, so long as she didn't let go.
However, everyone else, by the middle of dinner, was close to killing Larxene. Senayax had taken, "use your feminine wiles" quite seriously.
"Oi." She said. Xaldin ignored her, trying not to let himself rise to the bait. "Hey, sexy, pass the juice." She said cheerfully. Marluxia began choking, trying to hide his giggles while Xaldin looked horrified. Lexaeus was honestly starting to feel pure pity for the lancer--he was stuck with both Larxene and Senayax being obscenely cruel to him, although at least poor Senayax didn't mean it.
Senayax looked at Larxene, who gave her the thumbs up while she began to laugh, burying her head between her arms. Xemnas sighed heavily. Zexion's expression was a mixture of jealousy and amusement, but he would attempt every so often to maintain a poker face. Senayax pouted, pushing her shoulders together to display her barely-there breasts. "Come on, baby! Pass the juice!" She turned to Larxene, smiling nervously. "Is this the part where I take my shirt off?"
Now it was Zexion's turn to look horrified. Luxord's tea caught in his throat as he choked, coughing as he clamped a hand over his mouth to stem a flow of curses. Xaldin took time out of his horrified state to pat him on the back and make sure he wouldn't choke and drown at the table. "No. No. Keep your shirt on please, Yaya. We like to think we aren't pedophiles." Vexen drawled through clenched teeth. Marluxia giggled, and Larxene rolled her eyes.
"Marluxia, we'll discuss your flagrant flirting and kissassery later. For now, Yaya, keep your shirt on unless you're bored. Xaldin, pass her the juice." Larxene said, already tapping her foot pointedly under the table. The lancer breezed it over on a current, then put his head in his hands to hide a shudder.
"God damn it, Larxene, she's like...like..." Roxas paused. "Hey Yaya, how old ARE you?" She shrugged, and sipped her juice. She looked at everyone for a moment, and was visibly surprised when they all seemed to be waiting for an answer.
"I don't know." She shrugged, examining her arms and chest, sticking her legs out under the table and wriggling her toes, apparently trying to see if it would help. Roxas blinked.
"How do you not know?" He said, surprised. She tilted her head and closed her eyes again. Apparently, wherever she went during that time gave her an answer.
"Cause...cause I think maybe I don't have an age. I never knew. I guess I'm kind of old. Larxene says I got boobs." She said matter of fact. Roxas sighed.
"Well, you look like you're almost my age..." He mused. "But...you act so young..." She shrugged.
"Can I be as old as you, then?" She smiled at him. Roxas was at a loss of words, and looked at Axel. He shrugged, and Roxas looked at the Superior, a bit more harried than before. He inclined his head in a slight nod. Roxas sighed with relief.
"Yeah, you can." He said with a sigh. She gave him a small smile, and began to eat again.
"Okay, so we're pederasts now, not pedophiles." Xigbar remarked dryly from across the table, leaning his elbows on the table as he thought. He paused. "Because that's sooo much better." He rolled his eye. (Well, the eyepatch moved too.) Demyx grinned, nodding.
"Uh-huh!" He paused. "...Uh, what if I'm a teenager? Does...does it count?" He said thoughtfully. Xigbar rolled his eye. (And patch.)
"Kitten, don't make me feel old." He grumbled. Demyx giggled. Senayax waved her hand around, bouncing in her seat.
"I'm going to Hollow Bastion tomorrow!" She cried. Marluxia knew he shouldn't say it, and he figured it was probably going to result in a well-aimed book chucked at his head by Zexion, but he had to do it.
"Don't forget to keep your shirt on, Yaya." He drawled, swinging his wineglass in the air.
Xigbar and Axel both burst out laughing, and were promptly elbowed in the ribs by their respective lovers.
Xemnas made to say something, but stopped, unsure of what exactly to say.
Marluxia saw Zexion clench his fingers against his book, and simply waited.
As if on cue, Zexion's current book sailed through the air and thudded on his head.
He grinned to himself. I regret nothing.
Once he'd gotten away from the irate teenager wielding a very heavy novel, Marluxia had settled into his room. He pushed a few of Larxene's stuffed Carbuncle plushies off the bed and settled in on the squishy, well-worn pillows. He sighed in pleasure and snuggled in. It was shaping up to be a peaceful night, and for once, he thought he'd like it that way.
Of course, it wouldn't last.
"She kissed Zexion." Larxene stated, standing in his doorway as Marluxia looked up. After dinner, she'd seemed eager to tell him something, but he hadn't thought it would be this. He quirked an eyebrow, but didn't react much apart from that, already trying to comprehend the situation.
"Why?" He asked, tilting his head and observing her as she sat on his bed. She snorted, remembering the incident.
"Because he was bleeding. Thing is, I don't think she knew what it meant." She groaned, as Marluxia sighed.
"Well, she does behave like she's very young." He stated, shrugging his shoulders as he leaned against his pillows. Larxene rolled her eyes, shoving his shoulder before flopping down on his chest. Marluxia stroked her hair, twirling her strands around his fingertips.
"She's got tits, Marly. She's starting to develop curves. Also, I guarantee that her period's going to start soon." She grumbled, shifting to get closer to her friend. Marluxia tilted his head.
"It's like...in part of her...time has stopped." He said softly. "Like some part of her stopped growing and maturing. Part of her is a teenager, same as Roxas or that brat Sora, but other parts of her are still incredibly young." He shrugged his shoulders. "Perhaps it's the beast." Larxene paused.
"Yeah." She said softly. "Maybe it is." She bit her lip, and fell silent. Suddenly, she turned to him and pinned him with her gaze. He swallowed. She grinned. "We need to talk about Vexen."
"No. No, we really don't." He mumbled, sinking into his bed. Larxene giggled as she sat up and began to speak in a singsong, purring, "I saw him in the shower."
Marluxia's head snapped up so fast she worried for a second he'd gotten whiplash. Then she realized he was fine and grinned wickedly. "I thought you said you didn't wanna talk about Vexen." She purred, knowing that had been a lie in the first place. He snorted.
"Fuck you, I don't want to talk about Vexen! How big, how big!?" He snapped, sitting up and glaring at her while clutching his pillow. Larxene giggled.
"Oh, girls don't look-see and te-elll, Marluxia!" She crooned. "Why don't you go ask him yourself?" She purred, figuring he'd just throw the pillow at her and pout.
She hadn't expected Marluxia to throw himself out of his spot on the bed, scrabble towards the door, and thunder down the hallway, shrieking, "VEXEN! VEXEEEEN!"
Larxene tilted her head, watching him sprint down the hallway. On one hand, she could let them perhaps work out some romantic "feelings" in private, and possibly let love bloom.
On the other hand, as Marluxia's designated fag-hag, she could totally videotape the whole thing and blackmail them both with it.
Now, bearing in mind she was the Savage Nymph...how could she, did she, answer this question?
Following in Marluxia's sakura-marked footsteps, she sprinted down the hall and into the lab with a video recorder.
"Hey, Vexen, how big is your cock?"
The scientist had been mixing bits of Senayax's blood with a few chemicals to try to determine if it differed in any way from human blood when he heard that. He dropped the mixture and it hissed quietly as it ate holes through his coat. He swore and stood up, shucking the top part and sleeves off to prevent burns.
Then the question hit him with the full force of a snowball to the face. He turned around to see Marluxia standing in the doorway and tapping his foot impatiently. Suddenly, the whole lab seemed to be mocking him.
He sputtered, trying to form a coherent thought as Marluxia simply waited. He wheezed, and managed to spit out, "What in the name of god do you need to know that for!?" He yelped, clutching the table with one hand to steady himself. Marluxia gave a lazy shrug, a slight smirk gracing his features.
"Uh, Larxene said she saw you in the shower, and she wouldn't tell me. So I had to know, like...had to." He stated. Vexen had no answer to that. Frankly, his mind had short-circuited about twenty seconds back, and he was still sputtering. Marluxia grinned at him. "I could totally show you my size."
If Vexen's mind had been short-circuited by the first question, that one officially blew every last fuse. What the dying sparks of his mind managed to tell him is that really, totally, incredibly, painfully, turned him on. "That...that won't be...I...uh...ah, I..." He stumbled over his words, shaking his head. Marluxia sighed.
"How about I just come to your room tonight, when you have time to work this out? I mean...if you want me to." He twirled a strand of hair around his finger, and acted (because secretly, he was totally seducing a half-functioning and newly aroused Vexen on purpose), concerned and shy as he said,
"I mean, you could totally pull rank on me, I'll understand..." He said, pouting at the blonde and cocking his hips slightly. Vexen turned to him, the burned coat slipping down his chest and stopping, (damn you, musculature!), right at his hips.
"I don't go to sleep until almost three in the morning." He managed to gasp. Marluxia smiled.
"That's okay. I like watching the moonflowers at night anyway." He slid a single finger down Vexen's chest, totally and utterly enjoying this, both sexually and mentally, because this was probably the first time he'd managed to shock Vexen this badly. "Alone." He purred.
Vexen cursed himself for being turned on by that.
Axel had put himself in charge of finding their little monster girl a home, and he immediately roped Roxas into it. He cornered the little girl, sitting and staring up at Kingdom Hearts, and tugged her hair to snap her out of her stupor. She turned to him, and smiled. "Hello, Axel. Is something wrong?" She asked. He shook his head.
"Nah, kiddo. We're gonna help you out, okay? C'mon, we're going to show you around." He said, and she jumped down from her seat, smiling at Roxas. He managed a smile back, and took her hand. Axel cooed at the proceedings, and Roxas glared at him. Axel laughed, and led them both down the hallway.
"Okay, Yaya. Roxy and I are going to be the ones finding you a room, all right? I promise we'll get you a nice one." Senayax took Axel by the hand, and let him lead her down the hall. Their boots thudded in soft unison on the marble floor, and the skylight that let Kingdom Hearts shine down on them stretched out high overhead. She passed Zexion's door, and blinked, tugging on the sleeve of Axel's coat.
"Axel? Why aren't we stopping there?" She asked, her eyes wide. Axel looked down at her.
"Uh, because we're trying to find you a room?" He said, slightly confused. She shook her head.
"That is my room. With Zexion! Please, Axel, I wanna stay with Zexion..." Her eyes became tear-bright, and she sniffled, rubbing at her eyes with her sleeve. Axel winced. Ah, crap. He thought, trying to find the nicest way to break it to her.
"I don't know, Yaya...I don't think Zexion would want you in there..." He murmured. That did it. Her tears spilled over and she began bawling, shoulders shuddering with the effort to be as quiet as possible. Roxas glared at Axel as he mentally flailed, trying to decide what to do.
He began to curse heavily, taking the option that had been most desireable in his mind. This just made her cry harder, howling, "I'm SORRY!" The darkness, which had been swirling almost lazily when she had been in Xemnas's office, began to sluice over the underside of that coppery skin, as if it was being dumped over her from the inside. Axel furiously tried to backpedal as Roxas fled to find someone.
"Shit, Yaya, it's fine, it's fine! I swear, if he doesn't let you sleep in his room you can stay in mine, uh, and..." He fumbled for words. She was still sobbing and Axel had no clue what to do. Her skin was beginning to split...
"Come home now, Yaya..." A soft whisper echoed down the hall. Saix and Roxas both stood there. Axel shuddered at the welcome sight, relief washing over him. She stared at all of them with bloodshot eyes. The darkness almost seemed to evaporate. Her skin began to reknit itself, and her eyes turned that gentle brown again. Then she looked around, and saw Kingdom Hearts through the skylight.
"...Hhh...he...no-one wants me h-here, do they? I...I know I'm not really strong...an' I'm not really smart or anything, but I try real hard and I..." She broke off, and began to sob again. "This en't my home..."
It was the excuse the darkness seemed to have been waiting for. Her skin now glowed with a dull ebony sheen, and it was beginning to split again, at a much more disquieting pace. Saix swore quietly, and summoned his claymore, as Axel and Roxas prepared their own weapons.
Then Zexion walked up the steps, some fluffy navy blue blankets in his hands. Senayax turned to him, and he did not flinch, to everyone's amazement. "What're you doin' here...why you be here..." She hissed, beating her hands against the floor. Zexion shouldered the blankets, and shrugged.
"Getting our room ready. Xaldin's bringing up a mattress." He stated. Everyone in the hall froze. Senayax tilted her head up and stared at him balefully. The serenity she normally had was replaced by a horrific mangled grin on her face. She hissed quietly, flexing her jaw and snarling. Zexion walked over to her and brushed a bit of her hair behind her head, smiling at her as he balanced the blankets on one arm. "Come on, Yaya. You've got to sleep. We're going to go out on a mission tomorrow...and then we're going to come home." Her eyes began to lighten as she opened her eyes and righted her head, her eyes turning into that chocolate-coffee color they usually were.
"Really?" She whispered softly. The skin began to reknit, and the golden coppery sheen was returning to her skin, as the darkness faded from underneath it. Zexion smiled.
"Really and truly." For a second, she smiled at him with all the innocence of a content young child--
Then suddenly her eyes were rose and inhuman and her teeth were needles crammed into a tiny mouth--and the beast spoke. "WON'T BE THAT WAY ALWAYS, BOYO!" It thundered, giggling in her own high, airy voice before it sucked itself back into her features with an audible slurp.
The others watched as Zexion calmly brought her into their room, placed the blankets down, and walked out again, as he shut the door gently behind him. Then he knelt down, carefully tucked his hair behind his ears, and threw up.
Saix immediately picked up the shaking Zexion, and stroked his hair. "Zexion, breathe." He ordered. Zexion nodded, and took a shuddering breath, before trying to speak. Saix tried to hush him, but Zexion shook his head.
"She's safe. She's sleeping, and she doesn't...know. She's okay." He gasped. Saix nodded.
"It's okay. Come, Zexion. We should report to the Superior." He murmured. Zexion nodded, and they disappeared, all three supporting Zexion as he tried to stop shaking.
Xemnas looked up to see them reappear in his office. As his eyes fell upon Zexion, a strangled cry tore itself from his throat. His mind went back to Radiant Garden and instead of Zexion, he saw Ienzo, the precious baby of their group, sobbing over his latest childish escapade that had ended in tears. He darted around his desk to kneel in front of Zexion, murmuring, "Ienzo? Ienzo, what happened?"
Zexion shuddered and gagged, trying to speak. He clutched Xemnas's hand and looked up at him. "Xeh, the...b-beast, it...she...Xeh-Xeh, she was c-crying..." He sobbed as Xemnas brought him close, stroking the younger boy's hair soothingly.
"Call a meeting." He murmured to Saix, looking up over the top of Zexion's head. "I'll be there soon." Saix nodded. He beckoned to Axel and Roxas, and the trio disappeared. Zexion looked up at him.
"Xeh...let her sleep, okay? We can't tell her." He said. "We can't let that haunt her." Xemnas nodded.
"I know. Come, Ienzo. We'll go tell the others. She'll be all right." He said. The younger Apprentice nodded, and the two disappeared.
The meeting had been assembled quickly--everyone was simply concerned about what had happened.
When the others had managed to explain the whole thing to the rest of the members, Luxord, who had been shuffling his cards the entire meeting, finally spoke. They all paid attention, and Zexion managed to stop shaking and gather his thoughts to listen.
"She just needs something to keep her occupied." He stated calmly. "She needs to do things like normal kids do. I mean, she did live in that crapsack village for god knows how long--she got used to the human routine. I figure we just need to give her things to do. Books to read, games to play, a routine. She doesn't take well to chaos, it seems." He shrugged, as everyone regarded his plan with interest. "Maybe tomorrow, Demyx can let her play his sitar or something." He laid the cards down.
"Oi, think about it like this. We all have our roles here, our friends and routines and missions and talents. She doesn't so far. So we need to help her find them." He grinned, and tweaked his earring. "All that rat'll be able to do is chase its' goddam tail." Xemnas, who had been off in his own little world thinking, finally nodded.
"I think it's most appropriate, Luxord. I am certain we can start arranging a routine by tomorrow." He closed his eyes. "For now, she can sleep with Zexion--" Everyone's head snapped up suddenly as they all looked right at the illusionist. Zexion shrunk into his seat, wishing he was somewhere far away from the meeting room.
"Whoa, whoa, WHOA. Zex, I've known ya since you were frickin' seven! Since when have you been a pedophile?" Xigbar grinned wickedly, shaking his head in amazement. Zexion snarled at him. As everyone watched, the room fell silent. Xigbar actually let that shock him for a moment--after all, it wasn't like the teen to snarl or show any emotion.
"Would you want to deal with her when she was going bonkers, Xigbar?" Demyx said gently. Zexion felt a flash of vague gratefulness towards the Nobody, who was the only one who could (however gently), rebuke Xigbar at all. Xigbar snorted with disdain and ran a hand through his hair.
"As if! But...She's really sleeping in your bed?" He said, stunned. Zexion shook his head.
"It's a desire for companionship. She wants to be wanted, that's all. If it keeps her happy, and it helps her adjust, I'll do it." He said flatly, glaring at the others and daring them to say otherwise. Xemnas nodded.
"Certainly. You are all dismissed, and Vexen?" The blonde Nobody closed his eyes for a second, bracing himself for whatever his Superior was going to say. If it's about the rabbits, I cleaned up after the vivisection, I'll have him know. A horrible thought crossed his mind for a second. Oh, wait, might be about that thrice-damned noodle incident--but of course not, no one can prove I did that! I got rid of all the evidence! Xemnas regarded him oddly as Vexen gathered his thoughts and realized that he probably wasn't aware of that, and that it should stay that way.
"Superior?" He replied courteously, tilting his head up to glance at him. Xemnas smiled faintly. For a moment, Vexen wondered if it was about the noodles.
"Don't stay up too late. It's impolite to keep someone waiting." He purred, eyes flickering to Marluxia for a moment before turning back to him with a cheshire grin. With a sputtered gasp, Vexen had disappeared into the darkness. Larxene burst out laughing, clapping a hand over her mouth and snorting very indelicately as she clung to her chair for support. Marluxia merely snorted in disdain. The others were confused, but judging by who was either mortified or hysterical, they could garner quite a few ideas.
When the others had disappeared, probably to go tease Vexen, Saix and Xemnas were finally left alone.
Xemnas may have lacked a heart, but he did still enjoy a bit of schadenfreude. Saix sighed and waited impatiently, as his master began to giggle and shriek in a most un-Superior-like manner. He was not in the mood to go to sleep and hear him trying to muffle them in bed.
Zexion sighed while he walked down the hallway, listening to the sounds of everyone preparing for bed and the faint slamming of doors and bottles in the lab, most likely Vexen being sexually frustrated with Marluxia again. He chuckled dryly to himself, before he stopped at his door.
He knew she was in there. He wanted her in there. It wasn't right that he did. But he did anyway, and he wasn't going to fight it. He sighed and twisted the knob, walking in and surveying his room. The bookshelf he'd stuffed with his own personal library was slightly out of place. He smiled with amusement. Evidently she'd taken an interest in his library.
He looked around the room, and cursed himself for not being more interesting. Perhaps she'd paint something on the walls later. It'd brighten up the monotony of the walls, which were a pale silvery-white, and completely bland. He got back on his original train of thought, and looked back at the little girl who had begun to call his room home.
Senayax was cuddled in his bed, blankets fluffed up around her as she read one of his books. Her head was at that odd angle again. As she read, sometimes she would nod an assent or shake her head while she flipped the pages. Zexion raised an eyebrow at the title. "A Study of the Heartless--Ansem the Wise." She had that serene expression on her face and was flipping each page slowly, savoring the illustrations. He said nothing. She didn't seem to notice him.
Then she spoke. "Who was Ienzo?" She said softly. Zexion sighed. The question was inevitable, but that didn't stop the pain of answering it.
"Who I once was." He said. There was a pause between them for a moment. She was considering his past, while he was trying not to remember. Then she nodded, accepting it. He felt a weight slide off his chest, one he wasn't aware that he'd been carrying.
"Oh." She flipped another page. "I forget who I was." She flipped another page again, and slid her fingers gently across it to savor the texture. "Was waitin' for you." Zexion could only nod. She continued. "I need PJs like yours. They're so soft-looking." She whispered quietly. A small smile livened her lips. "I like the colors." Zexion moved towards the dresser, and got a pair for himself--and a slightly smaller pair he'd never gotten rid of. She tilted her head at him as he laid them on the bed. He smiled at her, unsure if she'd respond. She grinned back, and squeezed his hand before watching him unzip his coat.
"Larxene said I gotta stare when you take your coat off so I can prove something to her. She said it was real important." She said, voice matter of fact. Zexion stared at her for a second. Then he simply shook his head.
"Yaya, frankly, I'll tell her myself. Xigbar already thinks I'm a pedophile." He muttered the last bit darkly, as Senayax looked at him with both interest and a bit of amusement.
"Okay." She said. For a second, Zexion could almost believe she was far older than she looked--and also that she was totally making fun of him. He snorted.
"Oh, just get dressed." He muttered. She gave him her same sweet smile and nodded. But he could hear her giggle as she dressed with her back to him, and he merely rolled his eyes as he finished buttoning his top. The two of them turned back to each other at the same time, and their eyes met. She looked at the mattress Lexaeus and Xaldin had brought in, then at him. She quirked a tiny eyebrow. He merely stared back, before raising an eyebrow in response. A silent consensus passed between them.
She got back into his bed without a word. Zexion laughed softly, a rush of amused breath more than anything, and climbed into bed with her, pulling her close and stroking her hair as he inhaled the scent that had tantalized him all day.
Vexen had been ready to strangle the Superior right then and there. He stormed down the hall, muttering darkly to himself as ice formed around his footsteps. "Xehanort, I swear, if we were back in Hollow Bastion approximately ten years ago, I would smack you, honestly, you rotten little brat, you were always like this, teacher let you get away with it, I should have thrown you to the crocodiles, honestly, why didn't you just hand him the key to my damn door!?" He roared, slamming a hand against the wall and feeling it freeze under his sighed. Not that it mattered anyway. Marluxia was indeed persistent.
He began to shuck his coat off, muttering hopefully untrue things about his fellow former Apprentice, swearing every other word or so. He rid himself of everything he'd worn that day and laid down, hoping for some peace and quiet. He sighed in relief at the silence, taking a novel from his bedstand and laying it down next to him. He stretched himself out over his bed before yawning. He was not in the mood to be bothered.
Then suddenly, a portal opened over him. The next thing he knew, Marluxia was sitting on his chest. He sat up on his knees and straddled Vexen, keeping him pinned. "Hey, Vexen." He greeted him cheerfully. Vexen shrieked, and tried to squirm out from under Marluxia.
"You could've warned me!" Vexen shrieked. Marluxia grinned wickedly, ignoring his attempts to move and simply holding him in place with his hand.
"I see you've already prepared yourself." He said, ignoring Vexen's sniff of annoyance. He leaned forward and grinned. "Oh, you do want to strangle me, don't you? I find it incredibly amusing, really. I figure a few more nights of this and I really shall drive you so mad that you will fall into my arms and beg me to ravish you, throwing away all this "heartless" nonsense, hmm?" He purred softly. Vexen huffed.
"Marluxia...please. The facts state clearly--" He started to say, but Marluxia put a finger to his lips. Vexen stared up at him, still shocked. The neophyte huffed, blowing a lock of pink hair out of his eyes, which Vexen cursed himself for finding utterly adorable.
"Then the facts are bullshit." He stated. "Cause I totally did not gab with Larxene over an entire half-gallon of chocolate fudge cake ice cream and the entirety of Hairspray just to listen to youbitchabout science." He grinned while he began to stroke Vexen's hair with deft care. He teased the strands through his fingers and twirled them gently just for an instant before letting them fall back down. He would stroke them back away from his face if they fell too close, smiling in amusement as he did.
In that moment, Vexen let himself wonder how it would feel if he gave that same care to the rest of his body--for only an instant, before mentally slapping himself. Marluxia would never let him live it down if he got aroused right now. Marluxia sighed, and Vexen saw a bit of sadness in his eyes for an instant before he rolled them, sky blue irises glinting with amusement that had been erected solely to hide the sadness lurking there.
"I understand if you don't want to do anything now, Vexen. But mark my words, I am not giving up. I know I'm in love with you, as much as I can be, and if I don't have a heart, I can at least build myself up so when I do get one, it's worth receiving." He said softly, sliding off the bed. Vexen watched him, and Marluxia sighed with amusement. He brushed a bit of the other man's blonde bangs off of his forehead and kissed it tenderly, before pulling away an instant later. He gave him an odd, crooked smile. "Maybe you could help me build myself back up."
With that, he disappeared. Vexen laid his head back, and sighed.
If he did end up...involved...with Marluxia, they needed to have a talk about the whole "enigmatic comments and then disappearing" nonsense.