Yukia blushed a mad shade of red as the pink-haired man walked her down the extensivly long hallway, clenching her hands tightly in his. When he stopped abruptly, she crashed lightly into his back. Marluxia turned the knob of the oak door and pulled Yukia along inside. Turing on a light, he spun on his heel to look at her.

"So," he began, a fake smile evident on his face. "I understand Vexen created you."

Yukia could only nod weakly. Gazing at this man- Marluxia- she was wary of his smile. All she wanted to do was crawl back into bed with Vexen. To curl up against him and never go away.

His smile faded and he walked behind her, shutting the door. Yukia heard a 'click' noise, so she guessed it was a lock on the door. "All of Vexen's experiment ince he's been here have been failures." Marluxia traced small circles on her shoulder, making her shudder out of pure fear. "Except for the replica he made of Riku- he was good for a while."

"R-Riku?" Vexen had quietly mentioned him when she was in his lab- something about a Heart and a Keyblade. "A replica...?"

"Yes," he laid his chin on her bare shoulder, kissing it gently- butterfly kisses. "Like you. Of course, I don't know where your Origional came from. Do you know your Origional, Yukia?"

She grimaced at the thought of the young girl who was her Origional. "Yes." a small moan escaped her lips unwillingly from the light contact on her shoulder. "I killed her."

Marluxia smiled against her skin. "Why?"

The thought made her want to lash out at something, anything, to make the horrible memory go away. "...because I wanted to be my own person. I couldn't live being a shadow of someone real..."

He said nothing, but kept on kissing her shoulder. Wrapping his arms around her small form, he lifted her up and carried her over to his bed, and placed her gently on it. "Now," he began, laying down next to her trembling form. "Why don't you tell me about it?"

Vexen awoke the next morning to find that his Creation had dissapeared. Panicking, he made a quick list of places she could have gone.

The bathroom. Probably not, he thought quickly, crossing this option out on his mental list. Maybe she tried to escape? Not without help... Did she wander off? Vexen shook his head angirly, his pale blonde locks covering his face.

A small giggle and a surpressed moan from down the hall didn't escape his hearing, however.

Yukia giggled lightly as Marluxia kissed her neck, and as he sucked gently, she moaned louder then she would have liked. "M-Marluxia..." she tried to move him back with weak arms, but- as she expected- he wouldn't budge.

"What could you be doing to my Creation, Marluxia?"

Vexen old and tired voice woke both pople from their trances, and Yukia covered her face ashamedly. Marluxia, however, just smirked and got up- and in walking over to Vexen- said "I wanted to get to know her better, Vexy. No biggie."

Yukia took the opertunity to crawl out of his bed and try to escapre out the open door.

"The way you 'get to know' people, Marluxia, is slightly inappropriate." Vexen held out his arm to prevent Yukia from leaving, and she wanted to scream. "I'll be making sure you can't get to her again."

Vexen walked out of the room with her, and the atmosphere could have killed her, if given the chance. "U-um, Vexen? I-I'm sorry if I did something wrong, I," her eyes shifted to the floor. "...he was just..."

"I don't want you near him again."

Yukia nodded and continued to walk down the hall, passing multiple doors on the way. She looked at each one, and wondered why there wee so many people in one house at once. I wonder if there are more people with stories to listen to here? She then thought of Demyx. He can't be all that bad, Yukia thought breifly. He was nice to me when I came here, right? He must be a nice person...

A/N:

Just another chapter to keep you updated. Overprotective Vexen! Yay!

...he's turning onto more of a father than I wanted him to.

Please tell me what you think of this chapter, as well as the other two!