As Vexen opened the door to his lab, Yukia kept thinking of the other people she had met here. There was Axel, Roxas, Demyx and Xemnas. Xemnas, she shivered slightly at the thought of the silver-haired man. I'm not too sure if I really want to know him... Yukia gazed boredly at the beakers and test tube filled with random liquids, wondering of there was something for her to do. Axel and Roxas seem to be close to each other, but... she sighed. I don't want to intrude on that relationship... But what about Demyx?

"Yukia. Yukia. Please pay attention." Vexen looked unaprovingly at the way she fiddled her thumbs, bit her lip, and shifted her eyes uncontrollably across the room. "Show some respect."

That shocked her out of her trance-like state. I'm being disrespectful? Yukia knew how much he disliked disrespect. "I-I'm sorry, Vexen." with her eyes downcast, she searched her thoughts. Demyx seemed nice enough, if not entirely air-headed.

Vexen watched Yukia bite her lip nervously again while looking around the room. He sighed tiredly.

"Yukia."

He got no response from the black-haired girl to the left of him, and he looked at her again.

She fiddled her thumbs. He frowned. "Yukia. Yukia. Please pay attention." He traced her features with his eyes, and noticed a few red marks on her otherwise perfect skin. His dissaproving glare showed his slight anger at Marluxia. "Show some respect."

She jumped a little and stuttered and incoherent response, turning her eyes downward.

It was then Vexen suspected she was bored.

"You can leave," he said bluntly to her, pointing in the direction of the door. "Just stay away from Marluxia."

Yukia took one last glance at the Chilly Academic, and rose from her sat next to him. Her dress fluttered lightly as she quickly shuffled her unwilling feet to the large metal door. She shut it speedily behind her, and chose the opposite of what she picked last night. Yukia immeadiatly ran into two people she didn't know, one with short, choppy blue hair- with half of it in his face- and the other was wearing... an eyepatch? He had black and white hair tied into a loose ponytail. She avoided their gaze, and tried to get past them- she really didn't think they would be too nice- but the eyepatched Nobody stood in her way.

"Well, well," he said huskily to her, jetting an arm out to the wall to prevent her from moving past them. "What's a pretty lady doing in th Castle?"

Yukia blushed and looked frantically around to find something to disctract herself with. "A-ah... I'm Yukia, Vexen's Creation..." in another rabid attempt to get away, she ducked under his arm, which proved to his advantage.

When the black-haired man wrapped his arms around her waist tightly, the blue-haired man spoke up. "Stop molesting the young ones, Xigbar. It's disturbing not only to me, but to her as well."

"Aw," Xigbar whined, letting- reluctantly- go of Yukia's body. "Zexion, you take the fun out of eveything."

The two walked away as if nothing happened, and when Yukia turned around again, Demyx was in plain sight. Finally! she thought fiercely, I can talk to him--! as she began to walk to him, she pondered somethiing of... importance.

What the hell am I supposed to say?!

Vexen had long since gotten bored with his little experiments, and sighed to himself. What to do, what to do. He could clean more beakers and test ubes, but that was no fun for him. He could read a book, but there isn't a single book in The Library That Never Was that he hasn't read already.

Boredom, the Chilly Academic thought. I must be getting old.

"U-um, hello, Demyx?" Yukia wearily and quietly whispered to the taller male, who looked down at the shaking female.

"Ah!" he cheerily replied. "You remebered me! Awesome!" his smile was bright and happy, but... something was missing. "Did you need something?"

"W-well," she blushed as she looked up at the man, He's handsome. "I-I was wondering, i-if we could..."

Demyx blinked his eyes a few times when she didn't continue her sentence. "Do you want to hang around with me for today?" he grinned widely when Yukia gave him a quick nod of the head. "Great! Lets go and find Luxord, He's quite a guy," Demyx grabbed her hand and dragged her cheerily to a larger room, with a blonde man with a goatee sat, drinking directly from a bottle of rum.

"D-Demyx, I don't think-" she stuttered scaridly to her captor, gazing at the [probably] drunk man on the couch.

"Nonsense!" he scolded lightly and dragged her along again. "He's always fun to be near!"

Oh, gods, she prayed to the Gods she never believed in. Save me, please!

A/N:

Just another small update. I might change the Genre from 'General' to 'Humor'. I like humor in my stories.

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Makes me feel like a Shojo manga artist, with all the fluff and such.

Hope you like this one, and expect frequent upates!

~SesshyLover-cha