M-o-m-e-n-t-s R-e-l-i-s-h

M-o-m-e-n-t-s R-e-l-i-s-h

The Chilly Academic noticed the teen curled into a ball, sobbing quietly, not wanting to be found by anyone.

His small body was shaking with every sharp inhale he took as he choked on the hair he was struggling to breathe.

He hated seeing the Schemer like this, it wrenched his heart. That was if he had one.

This was not the first time he had seen Zexion like this, completely hopeless, afraid to stand up to the pain that enraptured his soul to the core. Shredding any hope he had into tiny pieces.

Zexion's knees were to his face, covering his face and hiding himself in his own personal world of black and white. "Zexion…?" He called out in sorrow.

Vexen heard Zexion's breathing hitch, showing that he had heard his name being said. "Vexen?" He whispered as he tried to straighten himself out. He was trying to put his noncaring façade back on.

"What is it?"

He stood in front of the bookshelf he had been leaning against and wiped the tears that poured relentlessly down his pale face. "Don't pull that crap with me. I know you're hurting." Vexen said knowingly.

Zexion lowered his head in shame. Vexen's knuckles clenched together tightly.

"I told you to come to me when it gets to be too much…I said I'd help." He walked over to the blunette and held his chin up by his hand.

Streams of tears overflowed from his violet eyes and he held to the warm body beside him and let his feelings out like a bottle filled with dry ice.

Vexen held Zexion, watching him like the caring lover he was.

Zexion was crying because of the same problem everyone else had. No hearts…

"Look, Zexion." He said.

Zexion looked up into the green eyes before him. "Even if Xemnas says that we can't feel, doesn't necessarily say we can't. It is just one of his theories made to fill the gap in his experimentations." He explained.

"Screw Xemnas, and his fucked up logic. I love you, and that's all I feel right now. Forget about his sayings, he was a heartless bastard when he was whole anyway."

Zexion rubbed his cheek against the cloaked chest against him and smiled hysterically. Vexen was right. Fuck Xemnas! What did he know anyway? Heartless bitch.

"I love you…I feel it as if it were imprinted on my body." Zexion said poetically.

Vexen chuckled.

"You're awfully queer."

"Well you are too"

And in that moment, Zexion just wanted to relish in the love that was served before him. He could already start to feel alive…