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UPDAAAAAAAAAATES. YEY.

IT'S COMING CLOSE TO THE EEEEEEEEND-oops. You weren't supposed to know that.

Saïx picked up the bleeding Yukia, and Marluxia casually walked over to him, like this was a small battle over who gets the last sea-salt ice cream.

Flipping his pink hair over his shoulder, he spoke warmly to the Superior members of the Organization. "She has some sort of ability that makes us… what's the word I'm looking for, Larx?"

Larxene appeared through another portal, offhandedly walking to Marluxia, giving him the word. "Feel is the word you're looking for, I believe, Marly."

Xemnas raised a perfectly sculpted arched brow. "How so? She is but a ghost of her Original. Like we all are." He looked at the broken and bleeding Yukia with revolted eyes. "Won't you dispose of her, Saïx? Her body is starting to smell."

"No." Saïx said, turning his back on them, and beginning to walk away.

"What was that, Number Seven?" Xemnas, screeched, his voice booming about the small library. By now, the rest of the Organization was watching, and most were shocked Saïx ignored a direct order.

"I believe I told you this before, Xemnas," he spat the name "but she's special. She doesn't deserve to be killed off like an animal." He looked warily at Marluxia, glaring in the Graceful Assassin's general direction.

Marluxia scoffed, while mumbled agreement went throughout the Organization. Demyx cheered, while Luxord and Zexion nodded their silent agreements. Xaldin turned his back and dragged Xigbar along with him, attracting the attention of Axel and Lexeaus, whom also followed suit.

"Do you dare defy me!?" Xemnas yelled, making every Nobody in the room stop moving, and silence resonated in the cramped room. "We will test her. The Dusks and Creepers tell me that the Keyblade Master is in the Castle right now. She will fight."

"I agree, Superior," Marluxia smiled sickeningly, and Larx nodded her concurrence. "Most defiantly what should be done."

Saïx growled lowly and walked out of the area, opening a portal to his own room. Walking through it, he heard Demyx follow closely behind him.

"Demyx. Go to your own room." He growled, placing Yukia gently down on his bed, tying up her wounds with fabric to try and stop the bleeding. Searching for a needle and thread, he glowered at the Nocturne.

"N-no, I…" he kneeled by the bed, now thoroughly stained with blood. "I care for her."

Saïx didn't question him as he quickly threaded the needle, beginning on her legs, sewing up the re-opened scars. They closed hastily, clotting and sticking to form a scab.

"Why."

"W-what?" Demyx looked at the blue-haired Nobody, slight curiosity on his face.

"Why must you care so much for her…" he quickly wiped off some of the thick crimson liquid from his face, finishing off her legs. "She doesn't remember us. We need to get her out of here if you want her to live."

"No. She can't just go… away again… I don't think I could stand it again."

As Saïx fixed up the last of her scars, he rested his head on Yukia's thighs, breathing in the scent of the blood. "I don't think I could as well. But." He picked her up. "She needs to, Demyx. Now."

Being the first time addressed by his name by Saïx, he took the seriousness to a whole new level. "I'll try to find a way to get her to leave."

Saïx walked into his bathroom and shut the door, sighing.

"It's going to be a long day tomorrow…"

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So, I hope you're anticipating the end of this fic, but I'll hope you keep looking out for other fics of mine!