For Vexen Lovers

Morning has risen at the World That Never Was, and you are wandering around the castle silently. You're alone now... He's gone for today...
Hearing voices, you look around the corner to see Larxene and Marluxia talking. "He's such a weirdo!" Larxene mutters.
"I do not know what she sees in him..." Marluxia replied, nodding.
"Vexen needs to realize he's not as brilliant as he thinks he is," Larxene added, rolling her eyes. Balling your hands into fists, you run off to avoid letting your anger get the best of you.
You didn't agree with Larxene and Marluxia in the slightest. Vexen had found you two years ago, with no recollection of who you were or what had happened. He gave you a home, and showed you kindness despite the absence of his heart. Not only this, but he became your closest friend, and the one person in the Organization you felt you could trust. And now, he was gone until tomorrow...
With a sigh, you walk back into your room and lie face down on your bed. How come you had to be the only person with a heart among a group of Nobodies? "Stupid heart!" You mutter over and over again, punching your pillow repeatedly. Angry at Larxene, angry at Marluxia, and most of all, angry at Vexen for leaving you with nobody, you punch harder and harder, until your angry screams turn into tears. "Stupid... stupid..." you whisper as your violent attacks on your pillow become slow and weak. Finally, you stuff your face into your pillow and cry to yourself, wishing Vexen could be here again.
"Are you alright?" A voice asks from the doorway. A voice with an English accent you recognize right away...
Quickly wiping your tears away, you look up at Luxord. "Yeah, I'm fine..."
"Upset about Vexen, are you?" He asks with a smile.
"W-what?" You stutter as you quickly roll off your stomach and sit up on the bed.
"We all know how you feel about Vexen, so theres no use pretending. The only one that doesn't know is Vexen," He explains, sitting beside you.
"Wait... you do?" You mutter, more to yourself than to Luxord. "But how does he not know, then?"
With a chuckle, Luxord says, "Vexen isn't very good at reading emotions, even though he has a heart himself."
"What?" You gasp, staring at Luxord. "What do you mean? He's a Nobody! He-"
"He made an artificial heart in secret. Nobody else knows," Luxord explains.
"But how do-" Luxord stops you and pulls out his deck of cards.
"You can find out anything you want with a few games of poker," Luxord says with a grin. "And let me tell you something else... Vexen cares about you just as much as you do him. And he has even arrived early, because he missed you." With that, he stands up and slips out of the room.
YOu stare after him in silence as he walks away, thinking about what Luxord had told you. Was this true? Does Vexen really have a heart? Does Vexen really love you...? Shaking your head, you push the thoughts aside, stand up, and wander to Vexen's Labratory in the back of the castle.
"Vexen?" You call, peeking your head inside.
"Come in," He calls, and you enter. You find him sitting in the back, a book and a pen in his hand.
"What are you doing?" you ask, peeking over Vexen's shoulder.
"Nothing!" He shouts, snapping the book shut and stuffing it under the chair.
"Was it your diary?" You ask with a giggle.
"It was my scientific journal," Vexen lied, though you can see in his eyes that it wasn't all that scientific. You plan to look inside it later to see what he really was writing.
"So..." You begin, blushing. "Luxord told me about your experiment..."
"What?!" He shouts, jumping out of his chair.
"And he told me... how you feel..." You mutter blushing.
"What!? I'll kill him!" Vexen declares, an outraged fire burning in his eyes.
"But... I feel the same way..." You mutter, your face turning bright red.
You two stand next to each other, giving each other awkward glances every once in a while. You notice Vexen is blushing as well. At last, He grabs your shoulders and looks you in the eye. His bright green eyes seem to penetrate into your soul as you stay in that position for a moment or two. At last, he presses his lips against yours and pulls you close. You kiss him back, holding on to him. Suddenly, you feel something icy cold on your arm, and open your eyes slowly...
Snowflakes... A gentle snowfall surrounds you... If only this moment could last forever...