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Necrophilia

Vexen had waited too long for this moment.

Countless hours of sweat, exhaustion, pain, and frustration – it was all leading towards this moment. He looked down at his experiment, allowing blue eyes to roam over his subject. Surely it was his finiest work yet. No one could say he was a hopeless dreamer, a schemer without a scheme. His idea beat Marluxia's to shit, Marluxia had Sora but Vexen had something better.

It had always been like this. Marluxia would always flaunt a new toy in front of the Organization and Vexen would always build something better, then Marluxia would find something even greater and Vexen would shut himself in the lab searching for the incredible. But no more, finally Vexen had created something to top off anyone's plan.

He finished the final touches, stabbing his needle angrily into pale dead flesh. His thoughts reflected to the other members, over the years they had forgotten the importance of respect and rank. He was Number Four and he was being treated like a Number Twenty! But when the Superior made Number Eleven master of the castle, an overall newbie, Vexen had lost all hope in the Organization and its quest.

He couldn't care less if he never saw his heart again, his last moments of his non-exsistant life would be spent watching the downfall of Marluxia and his band of misfits.

How dare they take away his dignity!

A small cold hand reached out and grasped his cloak clinging to a source of warmth. Vexen didn't comply to the corspe's want, he wasn't finished yet. The hand's grip became stronger with it's need for answers. The final thread laced through pale skin and the corpse gave a tremble of pain. Vexen dropped his needle letting it drop to the floor with a light ping. Vexen realized he was holding his breath and wonder from the burning in his lungs, how long he had been like that.

Eyes, a child's eyes opened with a flutter revealing white eyes slowly filling in with color. Vexen mused realizing the replica's eyes were also blue.

"Where am I?" it asked, with a voice shaking.

"You are in Castle Oblivion. Tell me, who are you?"

The replica's face became twisted as if it were thinking.

"I am...I'm-"

"Riku, you're Riku." Vexen answered.

Replica Riku's eye widened as a wave of false memories hit him, "Namine! I have to save Namine!" The replica sat up suddenly from the steel table, rattling the instruments carefully laid upon it.

Vexen smirked. He raised his hands and placed them on his experiment's shoulders, feeling the cool skin underneath his fingers. He bent low so his mouth hovered near the replica's ear.

"Yes, yes you will see Namine. But first you must know that while you are here, you must obey me and me only. Only I can bring you to Namine."

Riku Replica nodded, eyes fierce with determination.

The scientist took in this sight, here was his experment, better then the rest. He could feel him with his fingers, he could hear him, this was a real as it could get for a nobody.

"You're...you're Vexen right?"

The blond man loved the way it could say his name, a creation recognizing its creator. He loved the way it trembled under his touch.

"You will be my key and with you I can free myself."

Vexen had given life to this being, but a quivering voice rang inside his head. A false exsistance isn't a life, it whispered harshly ripping through his mind.

-END-

Hee...that was fun...:)