A/N: I wasn't sure if I should make each of these in the same universe or separate. Meaning Zexion would either have no recollection of his encounter or he would. I think I'll keep it in the same.

Also, not sure if I mentioned this, but I'll change the story character depending on who's the star of the chapter. I may do an OC/Mary Sue/Insert chapter but I'm not sure. Oh, and if you search for M rated stories with Marluxia it's all rape/abuse smut. Are people too dumb to write anything else?

Marluxia

Marluxia leaned back against the large glass window in the Grey Area, calmly looking down at the city below. He had absolutely nothing to do, and in a world of nothingness, there was nothing to do. In a way he wanted a mission just so he could escape the boredom of the castle. Even if it was something as boring as recon in some plain world.

He sighed quietly and looked around. There weren't many members around, only Saix who stood a few feet away, Demyx on one of the sofas, and Larxene who was harassing the moogle.

With nothing better else to do, the pink haired man suddenly pushed himself off the window and walked to the exit. Maybe he could sleep the hours away. Larxene caught his movement and turned to speak, quite loudly, at him.

"Where are you going?"

Marluxia didn't stop walking as he responded.

"To sleep the hours away, nothing to do here anyway."

That seemed to satisfy her as she resumed smacking the moogle's pom, causing it to bob around in protest.

Once outside the Grey Area, Marluxia took the unreasonably long walk to his room. A few minutes passed in silence before something caught his attention. It sounded like a voice, an angry one. He then stopped to listen and locate its source.

Quietly, as to tone down the rustling of his coat, he turned a corner and strained his ears to hear more.

"…just what do you think you're doing? Get your hand from there!"

It sounded a lot like Vexen. Someone else was with him; his voice was deeper and extremely familiar.

"But Vexy, you're mine remember? I'm always on top."

"Are you intoxicated? What is wrong with you?"

"Don't be like that or you might get a harder spanking!"

A loud clapping sound echoed off the walls followed by a sharp intake of breath.

"Mmgget get off of me! This is treason among- among other things!"

Finally Marluxia rounded the corner to which the source of conflict resonated from. There he found Vexen with his back against the wall, arms pinned up and a very familiar someone talking into his neck.

Vexen yelped as he was bitten and tried to kick his tormenter, the other man saw it coming and moved his leg to block it, further rendering the Academic helpless.

Marluxia stated for a full moment taking the site in. It wasn't until Vexen snapped that he was able to formulate words in his mouth.

"Marluxia! There are two of you? What sort of replication is this?"

"I have not the slightest clue as to what…ever this is." It was the honest truth, and at the moment he could not think of a single thing to do. Never had the Assassin encountered something like this, and it was painfully obvious. He wanted the replication gone, but he didn't even know how to start. It was horrifying, but as a Nobody, he couldn't bring himself to be scared or angry. It was bizarre, and if anything, Marluxia knew he did not like it.

The other Marluxia turned slowly and stared down the original with lustful, pink eye shadowed eyes. The lip gloss on his lips shined and the flower in his hair sparkled. If it weren't for his voice, he'd think it was a woman on top of Vexen. The slight blush on his cheeks didn't help at all.

"Oh, it's you." The other began. His voice was the same, but there was a certain accent to it that Marluxia could place. "You know, you shouldn't be here."

"And why not?" Marluxia asked as he folded his arms over his chest.

"Tch. You're old news. No style, no flair. I got all the goods Mar-lux-ia, like this!"

The original Marluxia summoned his scythe at the last possible moment to block the thorny vines speeding his way. They were chopped to bits as he spun his weapon around and let it rest at his side.

Vexen, realizing he was free, let his arms fall and glared down at his coat in disgust. He smelled like flowers and there were smudges of make up on his chest and hood. Looking up again, he could see both Marluxias in a duel of scythes and flowers. It was his honest first time seeing XI fight and he suddenly did not want to ever be at the receiving end of that pink blade.

Each strike from both men was meant to decapitate, split in half, or stab through the stomach. Even the abomination showed obvious fighting prowess. Even if impossibly girly. When it dodged, he struck a pose and somehow managed to block another strike following it.

"Mar Mar, why are you being so difficult? You know, I could fix you up. We can even have a threesome. I just know Vexy babe would love two of me. Even if the other is…you."

"I disagree!" Vexen yelled angrily from his spot on the wall.

The other spared him a small glance to make a kissing motion, then returned to the fight.

"I'm sorry, but it appears you think you're going to survive this." The original said calmly as he spun his body with his blade, sending an arc of rather sharp flower petals in his opponents direction.

They both appeared evenly matched until a stray petal wound up cutting the replicas face. It wasn't even that much of a scratch; just enough to form a red line over his extra arched pink eyebrows. This caused it to freeze as if Vexen hit him with his own ice.

Without any hesitation, Marluxia spun the staff of his scythe around his neck twice. Once while standing straight and the other bending his knees. Smirking, he then struck down as though through the other. A second later, its head and waist fell, then split in two. Vexen looked down to the mess on the floor, scowling, before meeting the eyes of the last pink haired man standing.

"Has Zexion ever asked for something of you? Or did you create some new species of flower recently? Surely there must be an explanation for…" Vexen trailed off.

"I only discovered," Marluxia paused, still trying to think of a name to call the thing. "it when I found it with you."

Both looked back down to the body, which didn't disappear as they had hoped. Vexen did not want to clean it up, but a sample wouldn't hurt for future reference. Not like he'd ever revive it anytime soon. With a mental shrug, Vexen took out a scalpel and test tube with a cork on it.

Marluxia watched in mild curiosity as Vexen removed one of its gloves, then cringed. The clone was wearing hot pink nail polish. After pushing that thought aside, the scientist removed one of its fingers, the placed it in the test tube before corking it and standing back up.

"Is that what you do to all dead bodies you find lying around?" Marluxia asked.

"No XI, I do not. However, such a specimen is quite rare I'd assume and as a curious scientist, I must find out its origins. One never knows when it may come in handy, no matter how… abominable its source. Also, I'm not cleaning this up. You made the mess, I expect you to clean it. Get to work."

Vexen left in a Corridor before his words could even echo, leaving Marluxia with a dead body missing a finger, and a lot on his mind.

"… My names not even pronounced Mar-lux-ia."

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A/N: It's pronounced Mar-Loosha. I wanted him to actually pronounce his name by going "Mar-loosh-ah" but when you spell it properly, it still comes out to Mar-lux-ia.

Also, anyone wonder just how Vexen makes clones so damn fast?