Ethan
"Well, it seems we have even more company. Hello pretty-but-strange Ethan, I'm Yuki. This is Setsuna, Forever, and I'm sure you know Brokentear here, probably from watching through Erela?"
The shapeshifter was the first to speak. She seemed harmless to me, probably because of her small tween-like body.
I nodded in reply to her, then smiled, "Indeed." It was strange that she had picked up on the fact that I was only part of a person. But alas, it was bound to be found out.
I watched as Setsuna tensed up, only slightly, but I could see that I bothered him a bit. He and Yuki exchanged glances and expressions, like some sort of hidden conversation.
"You going to stay all the wat over there forever? Makes it kinda hard to include you in things." But he spoke. And I flinched a bit at his wanting to bring me in to their little group.
I took a step forward, but before my foot hit the ground I heard Yuki say something playfully to BrokenTear. Then in a flash, I felt her hands on my shoulders, crouched behind me.
I grinned as BrokenTear, a bemused expression on his smug face, approached me. He tried to get around me, but I played along, guarding Yuki by spreading my arms outward. I evaded his advances.
"I"m winning." A smirk played on my lips. Even if it was just a harmless game, I enjoyed overpowering BrokenTear.

BrokenTear
I was startled as Yuki poked me in the ribs and 'tagged' me. But seeing as how adorable she was, I decided to play along.
Yuki hid behind Ethan, and despite my efforts, he was triumphant in keeping her away from me. I could hear her giggling.
But then I managed to slip through Ethan's block. He was suprised but Yuki took off running as she realized I was close.
She sped down the hallways, coridor after coridor. Light on her feet. I could barely keep up. I didn't keep up. Infact, I was lost in my own home. She had gained much distance between us and I had no idea where she was.
The desire to catch her was starting to become more than a game to me. I just wanted to win. I needed to win.
So I cheated.
Being a transportation technique, I flitted myself to be in front of Yuki suddenly. Confused and startled, she just barely screeched to a halt in front of me. Our surroundings told me we were just a fleet of stairs away from being in the dungeon. Though not used anymore, I still didn't want her to ever go down there. I didn't want anyone to be down there. Haunted as the dark depths of my mind are, the dungeon was even more so inhabited. Dark spirits roamed there, within memories and torment of my past.
I didn't want Yuki to know that side of me. I shudded slightly but tried to regain myself as Yuki looked around, dazed.
Backed against a wall, I grinned at her. I tapped her on the shoulder and with a low chuckle, I spoke.
"Tag, you're it, Miss Yuki."

Forever
With Ethan, BrokenTear, and Yuki distracted, Setsuna answered my question.
"I just got here, and Yuki doesn't toy with feelings like happiness...I think. Anyways, why would we want to prank a pretty boy like you like that?"
Blood rushed to my cheeks. I blinked twice and bit my lip nervously.
Pretty? I'd never felt pretty, despite BrokenTear and Erela telling me so. I looked up at Setsuna. His metallic eyes fixed on me. I could feel my pulse accelerating with every second. I felt faint and light-headed, but in a way that I decided that I liked.
Finally, I brought myself to respond, "People outside of the castle were never particularly nice to me, so... I guess maybe it's just not what I'm used to." My voice was not familiar to myself. Though it could be that I was more wrapped up in emotion than usual. Considering I never really talked much anyway.
"I... uh..." I stammered, trying to find something, anything, to say. My heartrate seemed to quicken again-- something I thought to be impossible unless I was dying. Anxiety ravaged through my small frame. I felt weak.
Say something, dammit! I just wanted to speak, to tell him how I was feeling. How he was making me feel. But my lips were sewn shut.
So, feeling overwhelmed with emotion, I threw my arms around him. I hid my face in his collarbone. I didn't want him to see my tomato-red face. I hugged him ever-so-tightly and after a moment of taking him in-- his scent, his warmth, I painfully pulled away.
Averting my gaze to refuse the attraction to his, I felt tears well up in my eyes. My face was red-hot.
"S-Sorry." I stumbled over words.
My nervousness was killing me.