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Old 12-10-2010, 03:31 AM
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An anthology of miscellaneous oneshots, connected by the presence of a number and a place in the Hundred-Theme Challenge V2.

48. YOUNG — There were many laboratories in the manor of Ansem the Wise. Though the city-world of Radiant Garden didn't have an official mayor, Ansem (who, like most other residents, had a mysterious lack of surname) had been unofficially voted into the position, being the most widely known resident of the relatively unknown world. Most of the man's fame came from his occupation; there weren't an awful lot of scientists who called that place home, and the five others who did all lived with him, as apprentices. There was Aeleus and Dilan, the two who appeared to be blessed with both brains and brawn; Even (pronounced 'Evan', mind you), the closest that any of the apprentices would ever get to a stereotypical scientist, with the personality to match; Braig, the rather cocky sharpshooter who managed to slack off more than anything else; Xehanort, the amnesiac who had been taken in by Ansem's huge heart and turned out to fit in perfectly.

And then there was one.

He could be found loitering around in the shadows of the others, usually Even or Aeleus. He could be found stalking the multiple extensive libraries Ansem boasted on his grounds. He could be found running around the lab with everyone else, scribbling notes down on one of their late night test-fests. Perhaps he wasn't as social as some of the others, but that could be excused. He had a good mind, that one.

The problem with Ienzo, see, is that for a scientist's apprentice, he fit the bill perfectly. For a nine-year-old boy, on the other hand, he didn't. Not by a long shot.

…That was all I knew about the kid. I had been sent in on behalf of the Child Services department of the Radiant Garden Police Force. They were a little concerned about the tests that Ansem and company were running and its effects on the boy, so naturally, I was shipped off to have a nice long educated discussion with a nine-year-old. It wasn't the talk itself I was concerned with, but getting the child to even speak to me at all.

Here we were, sitting together in a room. Though he was only a boy, his hair was a strange silver color, and it seemed intent on forsaking the laws of gravity and falling over one side of his face. By this point it had grown down to his chin. His one visible eye was a stormy gray, and it was staring at me with the single most terrifying deadpan I had seen in a long, long time – somewhere between a death glare and a microscope, giving me the feeling that he was analyzing everything about me with an uncomfortably adult mindset. His clothes, plain to see, weren't the best… that was my first problem. Even if he was being cared for by a collaborative effort between Ansem and his apprentices (who were all scattered in their own little way), there wasn't a single garment on his sticklike frame that wasn't at least four sizes too large. The mandatory lab coat I could understand – those things were expensive, and they didn't exactly have the greatest size range – but his pants folded down around his feet, and the v-neck tee shirt dangled uncomfortably low on his chest.

"So," I said with false cheerfulness. Even if he was such a somber boy, a kind demeanor could do only good.

"…I was told… that you were deployed to interview me…" He had finally succeeded in speaking, despite the fact that it came out more like the mumble of a church mouse. One could practically hear the ellipses peppering his speech.

I nodded. "That's right, Ienzo. I'm here to discuss your living conditions."

His expression didn't move an inch, but it was clear that he was considering this carefully before speaking. "…They are fine as they are…"

"Oh, I'm sure you're alright," I said, despite the fact that I wasn't sure in the least. "Really, this won't take too long at all, you know. I don't have a lot of information about you anyhow, so I'll need you to elaborate on some other things, such as your personal history… this includes anything you know of your… um…"

"…Passing of parental responsibilities," offered Ienzo robotically.

"Yes, thank you, passing of parental… wait, what?" Of all the things I had expected to come out of that boy's mouth, an eloquent summary of my thoughts was most certainly not one of them.

There was no response.

"…My parents," he said finally.

"Yes." Although I didn't want to be, I felt somewhat relieved; at least he could say the word. Heavens knew what deeply traumatic things he could have associated with that… I readied the portable pack of Kleenex in my back pocket. No doubt he would be needing them soon. "If you can, and if you know anything, I would like you to tell me about… what happened to them. In your opinion, I mean. This is all about you."

"…Both of my parents died in a war when I was about four," he stated in the same deadpan voice he had been using all through the interview. "I did not trust the authorities to be able to do something decent with me… so I left. …I was acting like a fool… but Mr. Ansem found me anyhow. He and the others took me in."

…Er, well, so much for the Kleenex, then.

I sat back further in the (admittedly comfortable) plush loveseat I was perched in; Ienzo was sitting on an armchair with his legs crossed, shoes on the floor next to him. Whenever I looked at the boy, he was always there to stare directly back at me, and I had to admit that it was quite unnerving. Everything about this child, actually, was unnerving. But even so, I couldn't let that stop me – I was charged to get a good summary of this boy, and how his time in this strange, completely inappropriate environment had affected him, and I was going to do just that.

Even if the person I interviewed was made out of stone.

"…So," I said, bringing back the chipper overtones. He didn't look impressed. "What are your thoughts on some of the other people here?"

"…Such as?"

"Such as…" I flipped through my mental book of people who lived here, trying to remember if any one of them had mentioned anything about having a special meaning to Ienzo. When that failed, I picked a random one. "…Even. Let's use him first, all right?"

"…Even is something like a mentor to me." His face remained stoic – I had to wonder if this strange behavior was really a result of being in such an unusual environment, or whether it was just natural for the poor child to act this way. "Oftentimes he loses his temper, but that's normal; he does it to everyone. Regardless, he tolerates me for the most part, and frankly I don't expect much more of him… but I do respect him. I think he knows what he's doing." Again, not the response I was expecting, but I suppose that he didn't have to like everyone…

"Alright. Braig, then?"

"A slacker," he muttered. "Almost everything he does is loaf around or practice with those pistols of his…" Pistols? What pistols? There shouldn't be any pistols around a… "…oh, don't take the gun thing to heart…" Ienzo shifted slightly in his seat, having apparently sensed my concern – a very acute child. "…I haven't seen him fire them at anything except targets…" The first time he had shown any discomfort at all, and it was to prevent me from making a bad mark about a person he didn't even like that much? Interesting.

I noted this on the blank paper I had been provided with. I had scribed quite a few things on the boy already, and looking over them very quickly, I had to admit that they weren't inspiring. It was difficult to make heads or tails of the boy, but I intended to find a way to do it anyhow.

"…So, how about Aeleus?" I didn't expect great things from this pair. Aeleus was tall and silent and basically shunned all human contact – I'd be willing to bet that he was too creepy even for the Creepy Child himself to handle. I had assumed that now was the point that he would break down, start to look more and more like a child after all – fear, being afraid. Genuinely afraid. Surely he wasn't completely at ease among these strange housemates?

"I don't exactly understand Aeleus yet," was all Ienzo said.

…Evidently, yes, Yes he could.

"Don't understand?" I asked. "How is this?"

"He always seems uncomfortable around me," the boy explained. "Not a malevolent sort of feeling, I don't think… there's just something about my presence that seems to unsettle him… I think I know what it is, but…"

"What? What do you think it is?" I leaned forward now, eager to get some kind of peek into this strange boy's mind.

Instead, he recoiled from me and shook his head. What he said next I couldn't make out, but it sounded suspiciously like "…forget I said anything…" Any pushing or prompting, any at all, and he would dart back into his shell… and just when I thought he was opening up to me, too… I resisted the urge to grind my teeth in pure confusion. How does this boy tick? Clearly, not like most people his age – or most people my age, for that matter. That made it hard to get much past the very bare basics. He felt that he needed to be on the defensive twenty-four-seven… why was this, though? I couldn't help but wonder about what he had said before, about his parents…

Ienzo was staring at me again. The expression was unusually piercing, even for him.

So ensued one of many awkward pauses. I fidgeted in my seat; this wasn't how it was supposed to go! If anything, the kid I was talking to was supposed to be squirmy and uncomfortable, not me… I was a professional… yes, a professional… uhhhm…

"…Do you need a glass of water or something?" asked Ienzo. "You look flushed… here…" Without another word he sprung from his seat and swept out of the room towards what I assumed was the kitchen, oversized lab coat swooping in his wake. This left me just as startled. Up until now he had been apathetic as a child could be, and now… he was running off to get me some water? Just like that?

I repositioned myself in my seat and took the time alone to look over my notes on the boy… and found myself sighing. There were so many mixed signals… and when he had left his family – assuming what he had said was true – then he wouldn't have had much of an opportunity to develop a personality anyway. But it was clear that well-rounded young individuals needed to be cared for in a safe, warm environment – nothing like this castle, which practically radiated eccentricity! It wasn't the best place to raise a child, and look at how he turned out. Introverted, jittery, uncomfortable and tactless around strangers… something had to be done!

…And yet…

Glancing over the notes again, I noticed something quite distressing. All of these observations that I had made… none of them were positive. Not a one. From what I saw… the child was bright. Perceptive, certainly, wise beyond his years. But he had obviously shown distaste towards me – why? I had treated him properly. I had treated him like a child of his age group should have been treated. And frankly, I had seen these apprentices, and they looked like they were treating him all wrong! Putting too much pressure on the boy, obviously, talking to him like he was an adult. That must have been the reason why he was so withdrawn, because everyone else was expecting too much of him! A textbook case! But then… I was treating him properly… so…

…oh.

I shivered involuntarily.

I had been treating him as a child of his age group should have been treated… but clearly he responded negatively to that. He respected Ansem and all the others (more or less), and to me, he had been rather unresponsive past common courtesy.

This boy… did he want to be treated like something he wasn't? Did he just want level ground?

Actually, come to think of it… he had been gone quite a long time. What I had taken as an act of kindness… was it just an excuse to get away from me? A concerning thought, that – a 'ploy', as it's called, didn't seem like the sort of thing he would do… unless it was towards me. Of course.

I stood up, looking around the area. "…Ienzo? Ienzo, where did you go?"

A shadow made itself present in the door. "…here… I'm over here… did you need something else…?"

"Oh," I gasped, relieved. "O-oh, no, Ienzo. Thank you."

Nodding, he slipped into the room with a sort of gait that suggested that he truly didn't want to be seen, and placed a glass of water on the table before standing next to the chair he had previously occupied. "…Are you going to continue?"

"I… no," I said. "No. I think I've gathered enough about you, thank you… I'm done here."

He nodded. I got the feeling that something was weighing on his mind, despite the fact that his expression was blank as always, and eventually he did give up the ghost and went to ask. "…Are you allowed to tell me what your final judgment is…?" He looked genuinely concerned – the child obviously didn't seek to leave. Because really, he knew what would happen; he had likely known what would have happened when he was four. Someone would misunderstand him and rip him away from still another home, a place where he had only just begun to plant strings, place him in a place where nothing would go right… again.

I know he wanted to be treated like an adult, but even adults shouldn't need to take that.

"…No," I said. "No I'm not. Because I haven't come to a final decision yet. But… I think things are looking up for you. Right now… I believe you're safe."

Ienzo. <3 Love this kid.
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*Raises hand* I'm totally allowed to say something, right?

I have to say that's one of the few fics I've read that managed to keep my attention, and it's about Ienzo--even better! Personally, I loved it, it was an interesting idea to tell the story from the perspective of a Child Services guy, and I kind of almost feel sorry for the way the kid was freaking him out. All in all, nice job. :)
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You are absolutely allowed to say something. XD I did post it here, after all.

I'm glad you liked it. I was writing with an unfortunate four-page length constraint (school project, yes) so some of the things were a little more rushed than they would have been, and there were a lot of details that got lost in trnaslation for people who don't know what Kingdom Hearts is (like the war Ienzo's parents died in? It's the Keyblade War). It was a character sketch - I really wanted to do something with Ienzo because he is the single cutest thing on the face of the Earth, but there was really no way he would ever write any of this down himself... so I injected a child services guy/lady to do it for him. >D
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Ienzooo! <3333 Seriously, I'm very happy right now since Ienzo/Zexion is one of my favorite characters int he KH franchise. Having an outside character make observations was pretty neat too, it's always cool when someone who doesn't know Ienzo can see how creep the kid can be.

...I spend too much time on FF.net. I kept trying to find a Fave button. :P
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Poor kid doesn't get enough loving, on both sides of the fourth wall. Also, if you're looking for it on FFNet, here it is - and you also get a depressing Leon one-shot as well! :D This was the first part of a vaguely connected series of oneshots.
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I dunno, I've seen a lot of people who love him. And yay for the FF.net :D
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There is never enough. And while we're at it...

63. DO NOT DISTURB — There he was.

Now, Kairi thought she was pretty smart for a six-year-old. She could properly draw a clock, with all the numbers in the right place and everything, and she could tell what time it was, too. She could make elaborate castles out of paper and tape, which none of her friends could do. She even (kinda) knew her way around Radiant Garden, making her the official navigator of her group of friends when walking home from school.

So there she was, being the navigator, when she saw something funny. "Hey, guys," she said, pointing. "Does anyone know who that is?"

"No," said Rolie.

"Nuh-uh," said Michelle.

Fuu shook her head.

The 'that' in question was someone sitting on a wall. The wall was one of those short ones, on the open part of the castle grounds where people walked through all the time. It was too far away to say much more than he was sitting sideways on the wall and dressed in white.

The walking path alongside that wall was just as good as the one Kairi and company were on.

"Weird," said Michelle, and the group moved on.



Rolie had sworn that she could be the navigator, but only after Kairi had explained her motives to all of them. It had been a whole week, and every day the person in white had been sitting there, hunched over something none of them could make out. Kairi wanted to talk to him. The others admitted that they wanted to but wouldn't, and praised Kairi for her bravery.

So they split that day, but Kairi said that they could join up again right after.

"Hi," said Kairi to the person in white. Though his back was to her, she could see now that he had gray hair, and the all-white clothing was actually just a long white coat; she could see he was wearing jeans, since he had folded his legs so that his knees stuck out over the sides. Or maybe it was just that ginormous book.

She received no response.

"Hello…?" Kairi ventured again, walking up alongside him. She noticed with a jump that one eye was covered by his bangs, and the other eye was trained on her. Kairi knew by now two things about this person: A., he was really creepy, and B., he wasn't much bigger than Kairi herself.

This time, his mouth moved, but no sound came out.

"Oh, okay…" And Kairi ran off to rejoin her friends, unaware that his eye was trained on her the entire time.



The next day, she asked if she could go and see him again. She had been scared yesterday, which made her act rude — and you weren't supposed to act rude around people. Grandma said so. So Kairi decided she would go back and apologize.

This time, she stopped in front of him. She put an arm on the wall (it was cold) and made sure to focus on his face. Just like yesterday, it was bent as if he was looking at the book in his lap, but the single gray eye was still staring at her with the sort of gaze that even she could tell wasn't a nice one. Kairi smiled back at him, and said, "Hi again."

He looked at her for quite a while, but eventually, he did another one of those soundless words and returned to his book. Kairi had been ready this time, but even she could barely make out the word that had come out of his mouth: "…Hello…" Maybe it hadn't happened. Maybe Kairi's mind had just said that so she could get a feeling from it. But this encouraged her, and she charged on in her valiant attempt to get a competent sentence out of him.

"Sorry about yesterday," Kairi said.

Silence. He didn't even move his mouth this time. After a long moment, he returned to his book, apparently finding that more interesting than talking to Kairi. Well, alrighty then.

"Bye," Kairi said, and left.



Two days later, after school, she was back. "Hi."

This time he nodded faintly. This was apparently meant to acknowledge Kairi's existence, and at her current rate, Kairi guessed she could let it slip for now. During school today she had decided that she would make a little game out of it, trying to get to know this boy. She figured she should start with remembering what he looked like, so she began looking at him more intently, and almost immediately she noticed that he was reading a different book. Wow. The first one had been big - Kairi didn't think she could ever read one like that - and he had been halfway done with it. Could he have really read that much in two days?

"So… how are you?" she asked. Grandma said that you were supposed to say that when you met people.

He glanced up at her from his book, moved his head as a form of response, and then ducked down again to continue reading. He didn't appear to be intent on looking up again.

"Sorry I didn't see you yesterday." Kairi said. "I was at a sleepover, so I went home with Michelle." She paused. "…Michelle is my friend."

He didn't respond, but did turn the page of his book, a little more forcefully than he intended to. There was a small ripping noise, and both of them noticed the small tear spawned in the paper. His gaze seemed to intensify for a second, but it was gone before Kairi could look up and get a good look. Kairi looked away and saw her friends watching, so she excused herself.

"Bye."



The day after that was Saturday. He wasn't there.



The day after that was Sunday. He wasn't there.



Monday's classes came and went, and to Kairi's relief, Book Boy (as her friends had taken to calling him) was back on his spot on the garden wall. But something was wrong - he looked tired, like he hadn't gotten enough sleep, and there were funny stains on his white coat that Kairi was pretty sure weren't there before.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

He flipped the page. There was no book today, just a number of looseleaf papers that he was reading just as intently as he had been with his previous reading material. Kairi noticed that the papers were attached to one another with a metal ring, which she found odd - everyone knows that you were supposed to attach papers together by punching a hole in them and typing pretty purple ribbon through.

"You look tired," she said helpfully. The boy nodded slightly.

"Can I help?" He shook his head.

"Oh." Kairi looked concerned. "Well… tell me if you do, okay?" No response.



He looked better on Tuesday, Kairi saw when she approached. Her friends had gotten used to her visiting Book Boy, and they thought that 'Book Boy' was as good a name as any for the one who always had something to read and nothing to say. So she decided to just keep calling him that - not out loud, of course. That would be mean.

"Hi," said Kairi.

Book Boy nodded.

"You look better today," Kairi said.

He flipped a page of his book. Again, it was a new one. Kairi wondered just how good at reading this boy was, and that brought up another question.

"Whose class are you?"

He looked up at her, looking just slightly confused.

"Whose class? In school?"

Book Boy shook his head. Seeing the confusion on Kairi's face, he elaborated, and with this Kairi nearly broke into a wild grin. "…I… don't…"

Her 'wild grin' idea went away real fast.

"What? You don't? You don't go to school? But… people are supposed to do that! And! And! Um… you're so smart! How are you smart if you don't…" Kairi paused. Book Boy looked ready to talk again. This was clearly reason for silence.

"…I… don't go to school…" he said uncertainly, in that hardly-comprehensible mutter of his. "…but… that doesn't mean… I don't learn…"

Kairi puzzled over that for the rest of the day.



By Wednesday afternoon he had achieved a fourth book, and Kairi thought it was high time to get to know what he occupied all his time with.

"What are you reading?" she asked brightly.

He flipped the book to its cover, keeping one finger on the page had been on, and silently displayed the book to Kairi. The cover, and the words on it, were unfamiliar to Kairi.

"…What's it about?"

Book boy cracked it open again. "…It's fictional…" he said softly. "…The author… goes on tangents… much more than he ought to…" This was apparently Book Boy's form of answer. Kairi had to admit to herself that she didn't know what words like 'fictional' and 'tangents' meant, so she resolved to ask Grandma later.

"Oh," said Kairi in the meantime. "Um… that's it?"

He nodded.

"Well… what's it called?"

"…The Phantom of the Opera."

Kairi added 'phantom' and 'opera' to her list.



When Kairi found him on Thursday, he wasn't reading. Instead, he held a pencil and notepad, and appeared to be drawing in it… but only numbers. Weird.

"What are you doing?" asked Kairi.

"…Mathematics…" he said.

"What's… what's that?" Book Boy looked up at her funny.

There was some hesitation before he spoke. "Well…" he began, somewhat uncertain. "…most people… they call it 'math'…"

"Oh!" proclaimed Kairi. "You're doing math! So…" She looked at his paper again. She was distressed to find that absolutely none of it made sense, not even the few pictures. "So… what's that?" she asked, pointing to a symbol with two crossed lines. "Is that an X?" Book Boy looked at her funny again.

"…No…" he said softly. "…that's a… an addition symbol…" Kairi's face looked just as blank as it had been. "…it means… you add things…?"

Kairi stared in dawning comprehension. She knew about adding… kinda. "That's putting stuff together, right?" she asked, staring even more at the addition symbol, despite the fact that it wasn't even that interesting.

He nodded and drew in more symbols on the paper, far away from the addition sign. Kairi looked at the latest symbol, and turned her head sideways. "Um," she said. "You drew your, uh, eight wrong. The circles are supposed to be on top of one another, not side to side."

"That is not an eight…"



"So," said Kairi on Friday. "You come every day?"

Book Boy nodded. He was still doing math today, and Kairi still didn't understand most of it. She looked around, as if searching for something she wasn't quite sure was there. "So… where do you live?"

"…Nearby…"

Kairi thought for a second. "So… here?"

"On the grounds…" he elaborated.

"…of the castle?" Kairi gasped, sitting on the wall and making it quite clear that she wanted to hear more about this fascinating development. "So… so your family works for Mr. Ansem?!?"

He hesitated for a second, and then nodded.

Kairi looked very excited by this; she knew who Ansem was, of course. Everyone knew who Ansem was. Even people new to the area (and new to the world) knew who Ansem was. Every beggar and street-wandering school slacker knew who Ansem was, and they also knew that knowing him - even if through someone else - was a great honor. He was practically the mayor of the place.

"Wow," said Kairi. "Have you ever met Ansem?"

He nodded.

Kairi took a few minutes to think about this, and then came to a conclusion. Book Boy was really lucky.

"So," the girl said after her little silence. "Um. What do your parents do? With Ansem?" He immediately scratched in more numbers to his notepad. Kairi asked again. "Your parents. What do they do?" More scratching, hastier this time. She remained oblivious, but tried a different approach anyway. "Okay… forget the jobs. Where are they? Like, do they know you're out here?"

He continued scribbling rapidly. She peered at his work.

"Um," she said uncertainly, "I think… when you have the cross thingy, numbers are supposed to get bigger, not smaller…"



The day after that was Saturday. He wasn't there.



The day after that was Sunday. He wasn't there.



The day after that was Monday. He wasn't there.





...and...





36. PRECIOUS — "So we're understood, then. No more getting up unless you're given permission to."

Though his tone was warm and his mouth was smiling, the tall man leering down upon Naminé was not at all projecting any sort of comforting thoughts. His somewhat curly pink hair looked like it wanted to reach down and wrap tightly around her neck, and the girl tried and failed not to think about the giant scythe that was doubtless being held at the ready if she somehow managed to escape. He was certainly vigilant enough about keeping her a 'proper young lady'; obviously 'proper young pointy sticks of death' could be used to tame her when things got out of hand.

"Yes," she said in that timid way of hers. "I see now."

Marluxia gave another one of his sickening smiles and took a step back, watching Naminé relish the small fraction of personal space. All she had was her chair and her sketchbook, and even those were monitored on occasion (she could tell from the unusual dents and markings on the paper when someone had touched them).

The girl looked down at her book again. Lately, her repertoire of drawing subjects that she didn't even know had grown considerably - one of them was a teenager with giant spiked hair and a cat's tail, one was a graceful and earthy-looking woman, and one was a young boy with bangs so long they covered one of his eyes. She didn't know who any of these people were, but her sketchpad had become dominated by them; even earlier doodles (the ones she wasn't fond of, of course) had found the cat-tailed boy peering playfully over someone's shoulder, or maybe the woman staring thoughtfully into the distance. Once or twice she had surprised himself by the intensity of the young boy's stares.

In the world she lived in, really, Naminé had no choice but to accept these people into her mind. She hadn't made up names for them yet - because surely they were just figments of her imagination. They could join the ranks of Sora (a boy with big brown hair and a nice smile) and Kairi (a red-headed girl who always seemed to carry around a yellow star-shaped thing). They would be her friends, since the people in the real world refused.

Well…

…yes. They refused.
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2. LOVE (IS DEAD) — Rinoa! Rinoa, wait up!"

"I'm not going anywhere," the dark-haired girl chuckled. "Don't have a fit." Despite her words, the young boy running up to her still looked upset.

"You can't run away from me again," he said seriously. "You're too fast. I can't catch up."

"Okay, okay, Squall," she laughed, putting an arm on his shoulder. "I promise I won't run too fast next time." Squall crossed his arms in an attempt to look scolding, just like Miss Edea did when she wasn't happy with somebody. But since Edea Kramer was a tall and imposing lady and Squall Leonhart was a five-year-old, the effect was lost.

Rinoa laughed. "Oh! No! Not the 'evil eye', anything but that!"

Squall's façade cracked and broke. He giggled. "Hehe! That was good, wasn't it? I've been practicing!"

"It was great," confirmed Rinoa. "You looked exactly like her." In truth, he hadn't done such an exceptional job, but Rinoa knew that Squall was delicate that way. He looked up to her like a big sister, and she had come to think of him as a little brother… Though she was only seven herself, she could see that this place wasn't a nice one. Every day she saw the broken kids hiding in the shadowed parts of the place, only nine or ten hears on this Earth and already standing there with death in their eyes. Even worse were the older ones. They had… well, they had nothing. Nothing.

Rinoa would do anything for Squall to not end up like that. He was too precious. He had such a good heart.

twenty-two weeks later

That morning, Squall had woken up to a really bad feeling.

He just felt it. It was in the air. As if the world itself had saw it too and sent a warning to everyone… and it wasn't just the weather outside, oh no, even though it was darker and stormier today than Squall remembered it being in a long time. When he asked some of the other kids about it, they looked at him funny and didn't say anything. Even Miss Edea stared and said, "Don't be preposterous," which meant that something was very, very wrong.

Well, everyone seemed to know, so he went to find Rinoa. She would tell him.

Rinoa turned out nowhere to be found. He had even checked under the loose floorboards in the third-floor hallway, and even then, no Rinoa. She wasn't anywhere he could see, and that concerned him. So Squall huffed adorably and went off to find someone who knew where Rinoa went off to. He got the same responses as before, until finally, he came across a lead - from the worst possible source.

"Hey, kid. Looking for your mommy?"

Squall turned. There was only one person who dared to mention parents in this place, and that was… of course. Cassius.

"No," he said, very pointedly for a seven-year-old. "I'm looking for Rinoa."

"Yeah, your mommy." Cassius sneered. "What, can't find her? Lost your clinging post, have you?"

"…Do you know where she is?" Squall was suddenly all business.

"Sure I do," he said, sounding concerned. "Everyone does… except you. Tell you what, I'll tell you where she went, okay?" The twelve-year-old kneeled himself down to Squall's level. "I'll tell you where she went. But… I warn you now. It isn't pretty."

"Tell me."

Cassius sighed. "Okay… but don't say I didn't warn you." He paused a second. "Rinoa… she left. Just like that. Not even adopted. She just disappeared into the middle of the night, and I don't think she's coming back, if she had the guts to get out that way." Cassius sighed. "…Everyone has their theories… but… I guess they just didn't want to tell you, kid. Kramer probably gave them instructions not to say stuff to you." He frowned. "I guess they thought you were weak?"

"…I'm… not weak…" Squall managed.

"No, I know you're not. Just listen. I have my ideas." Cassius stood up, towering over Squall once again. He could tell by the way the boy gazed up at him, with those wide, horrified eyes, that the battle was won. "To be honest… I think she left because she couldn't take it anymore. Maybe someone did something. It could be me… or you. Or Kramer. Or anyone else in this stupid place. Someone crossed the line one too many times, and she just lost it." He took a breath. "Had to have been someone around a lot… or someone who made decisions that affected her… or…"

He strayed a glance downward. Squall was staring at the floor.

"…It was me," he concluded finally. His voice shook. "I did it. I did something. I…"

"…Maybe," said Cassius, with a pre-calculated amount of sympathy.

"All this time…" he breathed. "…I've been… she… she hated us… she hated me…"

"Yeah… sorry…" Cassius was being extremely helpful, of course, but Squall had taken up the reins on his own merit. He may have continued talking, or he may have not, but Squall didn't catch it - he must have missed it, being too busy running in the opposite direction. He missed something else, too, and that was the expression on Cassius' face.

It was the smile of a man who had done something awful and done it well.

sixty months later

Everyone who saw Squall Leonhart saw it. The construction was clear as day. Awful looks in his eyes were the most obvious indicator, but once you knew, every move he made betrayed him. In every word and in every step, one could practically see small machines chugging away in his chest. They were building a wall - a dark, bitter, ominous, spikey wall. It was natural, really, considering the manipulative mastermind he called a friend for the next five years. And then he, too, had left, in a much more pleasant way than he led Squall to believe Rinoa had. That was the last straw. Of course he needed to put up protection around his being, he saw that now, so he would never be affected by anything ever again. Anything.

So much for lion-hearted.

seventy months later

The hallowed throne of Kramer House's darkest corner had found a new inhabitant.

Everyone knew him by now as the Wallshadow. Even if they happened to hear his name in some conspiratorial whisper passed across the giant building, they would keep on calling him the Wallshadow, because that was what he was. He kept to the darkest bowels of the building, staring out at the rest of them with the sort of hatred in his eyes that made even the pluckiest of kids stop and propose some other activity for the day. It didn't help that he had grown tall and with a considerable amount of muscle, making his age and fate that much more apparent. The Wallshadow had become a part of Kramer House lore now, and everyone knew that no amount of 'help' from Edea Kramer herself was going to fix him, try as she might. There wasn't a way. One look at the Wallshadow and you saw that there wasn't a way. He was as stuck to that way of life as that name was stuck to him. And though this wasn't true, he seemed to have accepted it - calling out "Wallshadow!" would have earned an immediate response, in the form of a glare from under severely-overgrown bangs, whereas there would have been a second's hesitation on "Squall!"

As promised, his only foundation had been pulled out from under him, and it never came back. Ha ha, well, he wasn't intending on letting that happen again. Squall had watched kids come and go, and over time, he began to hate them. So much. When they came, he hated them for daring to wear those foolish smiles on their faces; while they stayed, he hated them for running and playing like nothing was wrong; when they left, he hated them based solely on the fact that those idiot kids had what he didn't. That hatred made itself comfortable in every fiber of his being, and it told him - just like a certain bully, so long ago - what it wanted him to believe was the truth. He couldn't tell anyone, he couldn't open up to anyone, because… well, look what happened! Rinoa hated him. Cassius triumphed over him. As far as Squall could be concerned, he was the dredges of the operation, the thing designed for bigger and better people to step on.

When he was a boy, Squall had been average-looking at best. After traces of this began to enter his system… well, all hope was lost. All that Squall could do was count the days until he turned eighteen - his only way out. Law decreed it so. Squall had memorized the words.

"…At eighteen years of age, any legal permission held by an appropriate establishment to house an orphaned child is officially terminated…"



..yes, I'm turning this into an anthology for my hundred-themes challenge. Expect a title change soon.
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I swear, when I was reading "Young," once I got to the part, "And then there was one," I did a little dance in my seat. Ienzo/Zexion is, like, easily my favorite character in the entire Kingdom Hearts series. >:3

I had a problem with all of the ellipses; you were rather infrequent with spacing. Sometimes you would capitalize after them, sometimes you wouldn't. This leads me to believe that you wrote this a while ago, because you said some of the same things in Legend. xD

Another problem I found with the ellipses was they were repetitive. I could understand them always being after the words, but before the words...?

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"I was told… that you were deployed to interview me…"
The bold is what I'm talking about. They kept happening, and for some reason, it kind of threw me around as I was reading.

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…That was all I knew about the kid.
And in cases like that, the ellipsis doesn't exactly work.

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…Er, well, so much for the Kleenex, then.
Does Kleenex exist in the Kingdom Hearts world? o:

Either way, it was funny.

Anyway, this passage was actually very creepy. I actually shuddered at around the same time the interviewer did! It's a very accurate painting of what I imagine Ienzo to act like as a little boy, especially having played Birth By Sleep. Though, I guess I wasn't paying attention to the particular pronunciation of Even. xD

Very well written, I can say. I love the writing style! I will read the others, just give me some time. It's rare that I actually sit there and read it on the computer; normally I have to print it out and look at it before I read it. But the fact that it was about Ienzo made me press on. >:3

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That particular one was written around September, yes. But in my world, Ienzo has developed his own personal ellipsis rules. You're lucky that he's kept proper capitalization. XD
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Hmm, I always thought he'd speak properly, just didn't choose to. I actually started working on a KH fic at one point and there's a scene with Ienzo in it, but he talks a lot more than he probably should.

The others are a bit more confuzzling. The one with Kairi was interesting, and so was the one with Namine, but who are those other people she's drawing? I don't recognize the cat-tail guy. The Squall one just lost me, but keep it up anyway! :)
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That particular one was written around September, yes. But in my world, Ienzo has developed his own personal ellipsis rules. You're lucky that he's kept proper capitalization. XD
I guess I was talking more about the interviewer, though. He seemed a little more adamant, so... I don't know. Literature is an art form after all. It was still an awesome read. x3

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The Naminé one was kind of an in-joke with some roleplay friends. We have a chatplay (it's exactly what it sounds like, a roleplay in shorthand - i.e., "Sora: Blah blah blah! *damces*" and so on), and the three people in the chatplay that Naminé are closest to is Zidane (from Final Fantasy, A.K.A. cat tail guy), Lenne (also from Final Fantasy, A.K.A. earthy woman) and Ienzo (you ought to know who he is by now XD). As for the Squall one, it was a condensed alternate history designed to take place in the Kingdom Hearts world, specifically Radiant Garden, where he supposedly grew up. It was based on his personal history in FF7.

As for the interviewer, the ellipsis before speech was apparently used mostly to denote an awkward pause before the speech or thought.
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I thought Zidane was a monkey... But that makes sense. And don't you mean FF8, FF7 was Cloud's game, not Squall's, but interesting adaption, since I've played 8 until disc 3, where I'm now stuck.
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Wow, fail. I always get those two mixed up. X_X
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