Once Vexen had taken an interest to a particular subject, it eventually grew into an unhealthy obsession. The other members would find him always buried in a pile of peculiar books. He would see the passing looks both Zexion and Lexaeus would give him, that people with hearts would label as "concern".
Yet the oldest of the three brushed it off as utter nonsense. There was no such thing as "concern", "worry", or "affection" between Nobodies like themselves. They were all too empty to feel to begin with. That was his belief, as a passionate researcher anyway.
What was even more curious to Vexen was how the youngest of the group would continue to masquerade emotions. It was even more evident between Axel and Roxas. He saw the glances the two gave each other, how they would get close to another.
It was quite sickening to watch. Axel should have known better than to play along with Roxas like that. Observing them just made him more aware of how they were all nothing but incomplete beings.
Working in a different environment didn't seem to remedy the way his mind worked. In fact, he still continued to bury himself further into his research. He still had Zexion and Lexaeus to converse with, but he didn't bother much with that. In the end it was nothing but pointless prattling.
He contended himself by remaining in the underground levels, but as they say "the walls have ears". Then again, it was obvious that Marluxia would turn out to be traitorous to the Organization. When Sora had entered into the castle of forgotten memories, it became all too clear to him what Marluxia wanted.
A keyblade master he could call his own.
He would not allow this to happen. He did not want this to happen. Vexen eventually found himself coming up with a plan to counter Marluxia's, by using Riku.
Which lead to his creation of the Riku replica. He was nothing but a disposable object to him. Yet, when he saw the keyblade master interact with the replica it intrigued him. Why did he care so much for one that was currently showing no affection towards him? Why did he get so riled up a girl that was never in his heart to begin with?
And why...why was he of all people worrying of the brunette's well-being? He had quietly made excuses to himself inside his mind, that he did not care for him.
"You must eliminate Sora personally."
Vexen couldn't hide his initial shock at the words Marluxia had spoken to him. He couldn't still his tongue, as he found himself practically vomitting out his surprise.
"Eliminate him!" Marluxia raised a brow, as an amused smirk appeared on his face.
"You refuse?" He stated calmly, as if what he had said did not matter. As if Sora was not important to his little plan to begin with. Vexen could not comprehend what was going on in the other's mind.
"No...I mean...but...Why would you want that?" He had to know. What was Marluxia up to? This of course was disregarded as Marluxia carelessly waved towards his direction.
"Just do it." Vexen left without a word. He had no choice but to do as he was ordered. He felt it was a simple task. Besides, if he did eliminate Sora, that would mean Marluxia's fabric of a plan would tatter and fall apart from the seam. Despite that, he found it wasn't easy.
Facing Sora in person made his decision waver.
He thought better of it. He would lead Sora deeper into his true memories, so he would be aware of what laid ahead of him. He had given him a card, a piece of his memory his otherside was aware of, but not him. Maybe, just maybe Sora would figure it out.
If not...
Vexen let out a sigh, as he entered upon the fake memory projection of Twilight Town. There he would confront Sora. Even now he felt as if he were being traitorous, like Marluxia. Such thoughts ceased when he gazed upon Sora's face, and into his blue eyes. He smiled. Whatever was to happen to him, he had no regrets.
A/N: Yay, a Vexen/Sora chapter! (waves flag) Vexen needs more love.
