A/N:

YEAHHHH CHAPTER 10!!!!

I'm still so tired… I didn't sleep at all. ;( Hope you all like it. =D

Yukia hurriedly opened and shut the heavy door into Vexen's lab. Gasping for the air [she had been holding her breath- she didn't know why.] she looked at Vexen, who was on some sort of device, putting things that looked like little hearts together. For a moment, she watched in awe. The little, dull pink hearts flew around the glass cylinder, like they had no purpose- but to be there. One collided with another, and they morphed together. The pink became duller, and grayer- if possible. They glowed serenely in the fluorescent light of the lab, and Yukia wanted to touch them. Just once- a light, feathery movement.

Just then, Vexen noticed her and stopped the process, making all of the miniature hearts freeze in place. "Yukia," he looked at her. "What are you doing here?"

"I want to tell you again," She looked up at him- she hadn't noticed how small she was in comparison to him before- and reached out for his hand. "I have a heart."

Vexen allowed the gentle touch that she provided on his hand, but then it became tighter. A firmer hold on him. "I have a heart."

He wanted to believe her, even after the thing with Demyx, [Which I'll have to talk to him about later, he thought to himself] but couldn't bring himself to believe without irrefutable evidence. "Yukia, I can't believe you."

Her face- It looked betrayed. "I-I do! I can prove it, too!"

"Please, do."

She swallowed hard. She looked around the room for a moment before her eyes landed back on her Creator. "Your chest; it doesn't beat because you don't have a heart, correct?"

"Indeed."

She nodded her head. "And when you created me- a Replica- you gave me a heart that didn't beat, for I was only a Replica, correct, Vexen?"

He paused to take in the information, to remember. "Yes, I did."

Yukia nodded again. "So, when you left me, I decided to kill her. Akiyu, that is." She placed the hand she'd been holding of Vexen's, and placed over her chest. "Tell me you can't feel my heart beating."

That was a brave move on Yukia's part.

Believe me; please… she begged with her mind, willing Vexen to accept that she indeed did have a heart. I've waited for so long for you to accept me.

Her heart beat rapidly against her diaphragm, ribcage and lungs. He had to have felt it- it was so fast and loud.

His hand removed itself from her chest.

"Prove yourself. Tell me this isn't fake, Yukia, please."

Nodding her head for the millionth time that day, she looked around the room again. That is, until her eyes fell upon a metal scalpel on a testing tray. She wandered over to it, and picked it up.

"I'll need a mirror, Vexen."

Vexen's ears surly deceived him at that moment. The scalpel? As soon as she asked for the mirror, his jaw dropped. She's going to try to cut her chest open?!

Apparently, she gave up on her irresponsive Creator and searched for her own mirror. When she found the full length mirror on the other side of the room, she took off her sweater, and then the dress.

The scalpel was cold, like everything else in the room.

[WARNING: CONTAINS SLIGHT GORE AND NUDITY AHEAD. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.]

Yukia gently placed the scalpel over her left breast, and traced lightly along the scar from when she did her own heart transplant. She stared at her naked body in the reflection, and realized how many scars she truly had. Akiyu was stronger than what she had anticipated, and had put up a good fight. The floor was cold- and the chilly shivers that went through her body were only proof of that. Her skin was icy, and goose bumps spread up and down her arms, legs, stomach. Her breasts were colder than the rest of her body, and she took a deep breath.

"Here goes nothing," she whispered to herself, and dug the scalpel roughly into her flesh, cutting open the scars over her Original's heart. The blood sputtered over the mirror and dribbled thickly down her chest and navel, causing a violent shiver to run down her spine. The pain struck through her in waves, and she gritted her teeth. Stabbing the wound, it enlarged itself. The ribs that were there before her transplant had been abandoned after the procedure- who needed a few extra rib bones, anyway?

"Y-Yukia!! What are you doing-" he quickly rushed over to her, and a puddle of blood was quickly forming around her feet. "Stop this instant-!!"

She shook her head no, and then cut more around the wound, slicing enough flesh to pull back for him to see.

"This," she prodded the beating muscle with the pointy, shiny metal scalpel. "Is my heart."

"Y-you…"

"Do you believe me now, Vexen?"

Vexen struggled to find stitching material, then decided to heal her himself. Using the healing magic all of the Organization was required to know, he pinched together the broken flesh, making the skin re-attach itself. The blood pool at their feet didn't go unnoticed, however, and Vexen looked down at Yukia again. She was insanely pale.

"Yukia, you've lost much blood," he wanted to have her to lie down, on the metal table, if possible.

"B-believe me, please…"

He shook his head. "I do, I believe you, Yukia."

She smiled. Even when she's like this, why can she still smile?

Yukia allowed herself to be led to the cold steel lab table, and laid down on it. She yawned tiredly, and then looked at her own hands. They were covered in her own blood- the crimson liquid already drying out.

"B-believe me, please…"

He shook his head. "I do, I believe you, Yukia."

She smiled. "Thank you, Vexen…"

A/N:

What's this? 1,000 words in this chapter?

WHOO! ALL TIME HIGH!

…wait; there was more than this on the first chapter… ah, well. Hope you liked the length of this chapter, along with the gore. ;)

Until next time! …whenever that may be.