Okay this story is a bit...odd from what I usually write. This is how it goes. Marlys paragraph of the story, Vexen, Zexion, Xaldin, Rose. Rose is not a OC character I made up btw. It is in fact a rose. It has like...two sentence for its turn. You'll see. But hum, tell me later if you thought it was funny AT ALL. Because I laughed at some of it, but that doesnt mean its funny. I could just be retarded xD

Oh yea the disclaimer...who cares? You know what it is.

Read on!

Hurt

It was another boring day in the Never Was castle. Saix had handed out all the assigned missed and retreated to where ever the Luna Diviner goes in his free time. This leaves a few Nobodies bored out of their minds, well the ones that had them and used it for something productive. Unfortunately there weren't many of those.

Vexen was currently in the Gray Room with his left elbow propped up on the arm rest and his head lying lazily in his hand while engrossed in a book about who-knows-what. Beside of Vexen was Marluxia, feet propped up on the table in front of him also reading a book but looked rather distracted for he had been on the same page for at least thirty minutes.

And beside Marluxia was a single lonely rose waiting for the lucky Nobody to receive it and nurture it till it was time to wilt away. Marluxia had brung it in, what seemed like, hours ago and desperately needed water. But the flower couldn't talk nor move so it just had to wait patiently for Marluxia to give it to whoever he planned on giving it to. Though it would rather stay with Marluxia for he took very good care of it but hoped his new owner would be just as great, maybe better. So the rose waited.

On the other side of the table sat Zexion and Xaldin. Zexion was also reading a book paying no attention to anyone around him, no surprise. He was reading an Edger Allen Poe book, one of his absolute favorites. Xaldin who, like everyone else, was reading. He had a few cooking and recipe articles laid out while taking down notes and recipes for later use.

Marluxia shifted in his chair and finally flipped the page of the book. The book was on how to take care of plants, but he had already read it fifty two times. He glanced at Vexen for the billionth time in that long while he had been sitting there. Vexen hasn't noticed or at least that's what Marluxia thought. He eyed the rose, his book, Vexen then back to his book. Marluxia had a crush on Vexen for quite some time now but never had the courage to tell or show how he felt.

Vexen on the other hand actually had been noticing the small glances he had been getting from the Assassin. It didn't bother him much but it was starting to make him curious as to why the Assassin was eyeing him now and then. Was there something on his face? Did he really look as old as all his readers said he looked? Was it is femininity? Surely he didn't look anything like a woman...right?

Zexion turned the page of his book and continued reading. He loved the story "The Pit and the Pendulum" it gave great detail about what kind of dark torture was given back then. How the man escapes from each of these tortures by some logical way of thinking even if it seems impossible. Zexion almost smiled but kept his stoic face. But little did Zexion know Xaldin was scooting closer and closer.

Xaldin shifted his eyes towards Zexion; of course the Cloaked Schemer did not noticed because he was so engrossed in his book. This made Xaldin sad, how could he get close if Zexion was always reading? Xaldin let out a small sigh and looked back down at his articles then his pens. He smiled and picked up the pen and a sheet of paper out of nowhere, set it down and began to scribble rapidly and loudly. He continued to scribble rapidly and looked up. He had gotten odd looks from Vexen and Marluxia, and he could have sworn the rose was doing the same. He blushed, stopped scribbling and looked at Zexion who hadn't even looked up once during his rapid scribbling mess. Xaldin felt stupid, threw the pen down, crossed his arms and sat back with a loud huff.

The rose mentally sighed to itself, everyone had love problems, and it just needed water!!

Marluxia was deep in thought when he suddenly heard this loud scribbling sound. He looked up and saw Xaldin scribbling rapidly on a piece of paper, Marluxia looked at Vexen who was also looking at Xaldin and then went back to Xaldin. What was he doing? Xaldin looked up from his scribbling and when he saw our confused faces he stopped and looked at Zexion then threw the pen down and sat back with a loud huff. What the hell was that about?! Marluxia ruled Xaldin as a victim of boredom and threw the thought out of his mind. Now…about Vexen.

Vexen just decided to completely ignore what happened with Xaldin and focus back on his book, or the fact that Marluxia just looked at him again and SMILED!…it was starting to pester Vexen to oblivion. Why was he glancing at him every few seconds?! Vexen truly wished he had a mirror to see if something was on his face, but the only ones who carried a mirror with them were Axel and Riku, but they were both out. Vexen just had to know….just HAD to or else he was going to kill someone, either it be himself for Marluxia.

That was rather odd. Zexion thought as he watched Xaldin scribble out of the corner of his eye. Zexion looked back at his book right before Xaldin looked at him. Zexion heard a large sigh, a pen being thrown and felt Xaldin lay back and huff. Zexion shrugged it off and went back to his book. Xaldin was being weird though.

Xaldin glared at the scribbled on paper as if it was its fault for making everyone stare at him and thinking he was crazy! That was so out of character though…Xaldin stared at Zexion for a few moments before going back to think of something to make Zexion notice him and not his dumb book. Xaldin sighed again and looked around the room till his eyes stopped on the rose. Does Zexion like roses? Maybe…black roses? Marluxia probably had some in his jungle of a room, beyond the man-eating plant, past the vines of doom, across the grassy tulips of no return. Down and under the bridge of poisonous Venus Flytraps and through the seductive whispering willow trees! But…that was a lot of trouble, but! Xaldin would do it if it makes Zexion happy. Xaldin contemplated this.

The rose sighed. Someone else came into the room. But all it could think about was vases of water.

Marluxia mentally pounded his fist in his hand. He was going to give the rose to Vexen! Marluxia reached over and picked up the rose and cradled it in his hand. He looked at flower and then Vexen. He was going to do this…he had to do this…he had to finally tell Vexen how he felt! How all these years he's loved him more than anyone else could ever, even if they were Nobodies, he could feel the sensation the remembrance of that love, that warm feeling you get when you sit beside the person or they talk to you and you just look into their eyes and get lost into them. How smart he was, oh how smart. No one could come up for cures like he does. No one could experiment and figure out what kind of heartless it is like he does. How strong his magic is, mentally and hopefully…physically. Marluxia winced as he squeezed the rose too hard and his hand started to bleed. Ouch.

Vexen glanced over at Marluxia as he picked up the rose and clutched the stem tightly. Vexen winced as he saw that, did that not hurt? Maybe he was used to it. Working in a jungle/garden and all. Vexen looked Marluxia's face over seeing determination. What was he thinking? Did that really hurt and he's just trying to be a man about it? Oh no. Maybe it was like a bad case of boredom and it went from Xaldin to Marluxia. Was he next? Maybe he had it and he just didn't know it…Vexen winced as he saw blood draw from Marluxia's hand. Vexen looked back at his book. That had to hurt.

Zexion's eyes started to droop but got startled when he felt hands cover his eyes and the person asked in a cheery voice who it was. Zexion sighed and told him. Demyx. Demyx pouted and grabbed Zexion's hand begging him to do something with him because he was bored. Zexion smiled and agreed to go someplace. Demyx jumped in joy and pulled Zexion up and skipped out the door with Zexion following at his own speed.

Xaldin got it. He had to do something he was going to get Zexion to notice him. Xaldin knew he knew what he had to do. Xaldin started to get nervous which made his stomach turn in knots. He carefully and slowly scooted closer, their hands nearly touching, he was so tempted to take the hand but if he did, he couldn't do what he was about to do. Xaldin took a deep breath and started to lean in but the door opened causing him to jump and freeze. The person who entered the room came over to Zexion. Demyx. He started to pester Zexion about how bored he was and how he wanted to go somewhere. Which made Xaldin mad; he just had to come in and completely ruin his opportunity to kiss Zexion! Xaldin watched but then a wave of shock hit him in the gut, Zexion smiled. But not at him, no, at Demyx. That smile was supposed to be his and his alone! The lovely smiled that graced his face was still on his face as he left the room. Zexion didn't even acknowledge him when he left. Xaldin sigh sadly and sat back, he had to face it. Zexion just didn't love him.

The rose beamed happily as he was picked up and in someone's hands, which meant he was finally going to be given away! The roses' hopes and dreams were shattered though.

Marluxia turned to Vexen and held out the rose. He told Vexen exactly how he left, how great and beautiful he was. How special he was to the Assassin and would do anything for him, and that he absolutely loved him with every bit of his non existence and hoped he would be his boyfriend. Marluxia waited patiently for Vexen's response.

Vexen was rudely interrupted in his thoughts when Marluxia threw the book down on the floor and looked into his eyes. Marluxia spilled his guts out to him about how he cared for him, would do anything for him and also, he loved him with all his non existence and wanted to go out, as in romantically. Once Marluxia stopped confessing to him and waited for the reply. Vexen wasn't sure what to think but it was all illogically. Vexen told him he couldn't love him because they had no hearts, they are only experiencing something that their past selves experienced so it is in no way real and it will pass.

Marluxia was devastated. His mouth dropped open and he through he could feel tears coming to his eyes. So he spoke up that if his somebody felt this way why had he been experiencing it since he first saw him and how come he feels so hurt?

Vexen sighed and stood up.

"It is illogical, Number Eleven. It will pass, trust me. You can not love me and I can not love you. Now if you excuse me I have experiments to do." Vexen replied as he turned and walked out of the room.

Marluxia, who was also standing slumped back down into his seat, sighed dejectedly and put the rose in the water filled vase, it sighed in relief. At least someone was happy. Marluxia sighed and stared out the window at Kingdom Hearts. Vexen's last words kept ringing in his head '…I can not love you.' It hurt, somewhere in him it hurt. A lot.

Two lonely Nobodies sat in the Gray Room wooing over their loved ones that had just rejected them.

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Yea Xaldin/Zexion very crack but it made me laugh :] First wrote all 2,121 words on paper, typed it up, printed it, lost it on the computer and had to re-type it. Buuut thats alright! Anyway about my updates. I wont be updating as often because I am grounded from the computer. I can get on at school but it interferes with my school work I need to be doing. So maybe...once or twice a month I will update one of my stories. Sorry about all this Anyway I hope you enjoyed the story, would you mind reviewing? Please? Thank you :]