Yukia's eyes slowly widened as Vexen came out from the darkness, his blonde hair now faded signifigantly.
His eyes were the same, though.
Cold.
Paled green orbs, staring at her intently, like waiting for her to move. Waiting for her to speak.
"V-Vexen," Yukia stuttered out, for the words were like a foreign language to her tongue. "...Vexen...?" she weakly tried to move from Xemnas's grip, but to no avail. Vexen's green eyes bore into her, trying to gain the memories from when they were together. As Xemnas slowly loosened the rough grip on Yukia's chin, she slipped slowly away from him and towards the Chilly Acedemic. Xemnas and Demyx could've sworn a tear streak down her face, but knew it to be impossible.
A heartless creation doesn't feel.
Collasping into Vexen's arms, she sobbed silently to herself. All these years, after so many nights alone... he had sent out for her. Or did he? Was it that Xemnas guy who sent for her, or Demyx...? Yukia decided she didn't care at the moment. Being reunited with her Creator... what a feeling.
"How old are you now, Yukia?" he spoke softly, like he didn't want anyone else to hear these words. Words meant only for her ears.
"S-sixteen, Vexen." she slurred the words quietly back to him, her breath hitching in her throat. "I'll be sixteen tomorrow."
He sighed contently into her black locks, then let go of her body. To the other two in the room, it looked akward for two people- especially Heartless Nobodys- to be hugging each other for such a long time. He squeezed her hand lightly, and announced:
"I'll take her back to my lab, get her set up here." His voice sounded cracked when it bounched off the walls of the almost-empty room. He led me back to the entrance to the room, and again they passed by Axel and the smaller blonde.
"Yo, Vexy," Axel cheered, patting him on the back. "Why do you get to hang out with Yukia? Not going to do naughty things to her I hope, eh, old man?" He sneered thoughout the entire sentece.
"No," he stated simply, while Yukia blushed profoundly. "She is my creation. Why would I even think of such things, Number Eight?"
Yukia glanced at the shorter one, and his blonde flip hair. She smiled, thinking of a boy who passed through her town one day with two creatures. They look alike, she thought simply and finally. Should I ask if they know each other?
Letting go of Vexen's hand, she weakly stumbled over to the short blonde male, and whispered almost inaudibly. "Do you know Sora...?"
His eyes widened, and he gawked at her openly. "H-how do you know things like that?"
"Like what, Roxas?" Axel toughed the shoulder of Roxas and gazed intently as the two exchanged hushed words. Vexen took this chance to open a portal and take her through it.
The lab was all white, which didn't surprise her much. His old lab was white, and she remembered her place of creation well. Yukia was a replica of another girl, who is now dead. After Vexen had told her that she was a Nobody- a replica, a fake- she sought out to kill her origional. Of course, this meant having to take on the Origional's lifestyle, friends, school, fashion taste, and family. She was never her own person.
She gazed akwardly at the test tubes and technology that filled up the otherwise empty laboratory. "Vexen..." she strated slowly, as if choosing her words properly. "Why are you taking me back now, after all this time?"
He didn't answer her, but continued to rummage through old, dusty boxes from and unknown source. She almost wanted to giggle as he sneezed from the dust. The bun in her hair fell loose, blue ribbon falling out onto the linoleum flooring. Yukia stuttered while leaning over to pick up the discarded hairpiece, blushing while attempting to re-tie the bun. Vexen smiled softly to himself as he opened an aged brown box.
"Ah," he brushed off the dust from the box. "I don't know if these'll fit you now, but..." he held up a black summer dress. "This was Larxene's" He grimaced, groaning at the thought of the blonde Organization member.
"Larx...ene?" Yukia tried to pronounce, failing miserably. "Larxene? Is she still here?"
He placed the dress on the ground. "Unfortunatly."
Yukia smiled sweetly, picking up the discared clothing. "How old is this? It seems a bit... old fashioned."
Vexen almost snickered. "Not nearly as old as me, Yukia." He grabbed a white sweater from the dusty box. "Put this on, too. It'll look good on you..." he mumbled the last part incoherently, and Yukia went somewhere to change.
Yukia slipped on the dress, and looked in the mirror of the mostly-white bathroom. It looked nice on her, but was very low on her chest. Now I know why Vexen wanted me to wear the sweater, she thought vaguely, and shoved the sweater on over her head. Looking at her reflection, something looked like it was... missing.
"Huh..." she put her hand on the glass. It was cold. Icy. Grabbing her long hair with her hands, she looked through the drawers in search of scissors.
Vexen watched as she came out of the bathroom, at first he only saw the ends of the black dress, then the white sweater, then...
Her hair.
She had cut it short.
The frayed, choppy fringe fell into her face, some of the onyx locks falling out and onto the floor. The blue ribbon was tied onto the side as an afterthought. Yukia was blushing a brilliant shade of red... almost like Axel's hair.
"I-I thought that I needed a change..." she ran weak fingers through freshly cut hair, causing more stray locks to fall out.
Vexen wanted to gape at the dramatic difference in the length of Yukia's hair. Instead, he settled for stuttering. "W-why would you need to cut your hair, Yukia?"
She blushed even more and he found it to be... cute. "I-I think it looks nice... d-do you not l-like it?"
He stood up and walked over to her, placing a old, shaking hand on her head. "No," he lowered his lips to her forehead. "Perfect on you... stunning." Vexen's fingers lingered over the blue ribbon, gazing into her eyes uncertainly. "Did you wear this because you know I like blue?"
She slept lightly in Vexen's bed, cuddled up against his chest. Yukia's thoughts wandered to back when she was younger; when she was first created...
"Vexen, Vexen!" she cried out to him as two older boys started to kick her around, calling her hurtful names and teasing her.
"Who's that?" the older one said teasingly. "Your boyfriend?"
The younger one smirked at the comment. "No one would want to date someone like her, idiot! Look at her face!"
They both giggled, the someone picked them up from behind. "Go. Now." Both boys scrambled when they were put down, and sprinted around the corner.
Yukia stumbled over to him as he embraced her tightly. "Vexen," she sobbed. "Why are they so mean?"
Vexen just shook his head. "They don't understand you. That is why they do things like this," he motioned to her cuts and bruises. "They will never understand you or me, or our bond."
She shook her head and sat up the the black bed. Vexen stirred lightly, but stayed asleep. Yukia brought her knees up to her chest, and hugged them tightly. Wandering out of bed, she didn't bother to put the white sweater back on. The door ceaked in annoyance as she slowly opened it, revealing the dark hallway to her. Her cold feet patted on the floor of the corridor as Yukia wandered, bumping into something along the way.
"Ouch! Demyx, I swear to god, if that's you-" the deep voice bounced off the small walls of the hall, and scared Yukia.
"I-I'm so sorry!" she immeadiatly shrieked to the man, not wanting any harm to come to Demyx or anyone else. "I wasn't paying attention, I-"
"You're not Demyx..." the man reached out his hand to touch her face, and traced her jawline with his fingers. "Who are you... you're not Larxene, she's not as apolegetic."
"I-I'm Yukia... Vexen's creation..." she blushed from the contact of the unknown Nobody before her.
"Yukia..." he leaned into her hair, inhaling and exhaling slowly- as if to take in her scent. "I'm Marluxia. Are you lost?" Marluxa smiled evily as he pulled away from her.
"I-I was just wandering the Castle..." he still had her chin in a death-grip, and she struggled to get away. "Nothing important, really."
"Hn." he ran his hands over Yukia's neck and down her shoulders and arms. Grabbing her hands, Marluxia lifter himself up along with her. "I'll show you my room, okay?"
A/N: I'm happy I finished this chapter. *sighs* I don't think I put the disclaimer in the last chapter, so here it is!
Disclaimer: I never did, and never will own Kingdom Hearts or any of the charactors portrayed in this story- except Yukia.