Kingdom Hearts } scio me nihil scire
Word Count: 380
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Ships?: None
→Friendships?: Kairi&Ansem
Characters: Kairi, Ansem the Wise
→Mentions: Riku
Rating: G
Spoilers: KHII - World That Never Was
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any related characters. This was written out of enjoyment of the series, and no profit is being made.
Notes: Written for Challenge 177: Pretty Lies at kh_drabble. [Being used as Drabble #24 (Family) in my Fanfic100 challenge.]
Based on the theory that Kairi is Ansem's daughter. 8) Title means "I know that I know nothing" in Latin.
Kairi didn't know anything. Really.
scio me nihil scire
Kairi couldn’t tell you a lot about Ansem the Wise.
Really, any parts of their story that they had to explain back on the Islands involving the King of Radiant Garden was left mostly to Riku.
Kairi couldn’t tell you anything. She couldn’t say that the King’s eyes were red. She had never been close enough to see them, after all.
She couldn’t tell you that he read books as thick as her arms with hand painted words. She had never seen books like those, much less owned by a man she had seen for all of five minutes.
She couldn’t tell you that his face felt rough against her (small) hands when he hadn’t shaved for a couple of days. How could she?
She couldn’t tell you that she gave him simple answers to questions he asked - she preferred to explain things with her hands. They had never spoken.
She couldn’t tell you that she hated dancing in frilly dresses, even when he was supposed to be teaching her, because they itched so much. No, she had learned the simple waltz in gym when she was eight. She remembers how the entire class dreaded the unit so clearly.
She couldn’t tell you how she had nearly never forgiven him for discovering her batch of surprise birthday cookies before she was ready to present them. She couldn’t tell you how he had made her a cookie conveyor belt in a bid for forgiveness. The King didn’t bake, as far as she knew.
She couldn’t tell you how he would make up rhymes out of the periodic table of elements. The little hints she came up with in chemistry class weren’t part of her subconscious. If anything, it was Naminé remembering something from one of the Nobodies. Probably that jerk with the scar and eye patch, claiming to be a scientist.
No, Kairi couldn’t tell you about how she had heard the Ansem the Wise laugh a thousand times because he had never laughed in those minutes when their paths crossed.
Because the “anything can happen” the man promised stopped at Riku’s transformation. The fragments of light scattered in the air didn’t flake away anything inside her, didn’t start unearthing old memories.
Kairi was a princess only in name. Nothing more.
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Genre: Angst/Fluff
Ships?: None
→Friendships?: Kairi&Ansem
Characters: Kairi, Ansem the Wise
→Mentions: Riku
Rating: G
Spoilers: KHII - World That Never Was
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any related characters. This was written out of enjoyment of the series, and no profit is being made.
Notes: Written for Challenge 177: Pretty Lies at kh_drabble. [Being used as Drabble #24 (Family) in my Fanfic100 challenge.]
Based on the theory that Kairi is Ansem's daughter. 8) Title means "I know that I know nothing" in Latin.
Kairi didn't know anything. Really.
scio me nihil scire
Kairi couldn’t tell you a lot about Ansem the Wise.
Really, any parts of their story that they had to explain back on the Islands involving the King of Radiant Garden was left mostly to Riku.
Kairi couldn’t tell you anything. She couldn’t say that the King’s eyes were red. She had never been close enough to see them, after all.
She couldn’t tell you that he read books as thick as her arms with hand painted words. She had never seen books like those, much less owned by a man she had seen for all of five minutes.
She couldn’t tell you that his face felt rough against her (small) hands when he hadn’t shaved for a couple of days. How could she?
She couldn’t tell you that she gave him simple answers to questions he asked - she preferred to explain things with her hands. They had never spoken.
She couldn’t tell you that she hated dancing in frilly dresses, even when he was supposed to be teaching her, because they itched so much. No, she had learned the simple waltz in gym when she was eight. She remembers how the entire class dreaded the unit so clearly.
She couldn’t tell you how she had nearly never forgiven him for discovering her batch of surprise birthday cookies before she was ready to present them. She couldn’t tell you how he had made her a cookie conveyor belt in a bid for forgiveness. The King didn’t bake, as far as she knew.
She couldn’t tell you how he would make up rhymes out of the periodic table of elements. The little hints she came up with in chemistry class weren’t part of her subconscious. If anything, it was Naminé remembering something from one of the Nobodies. Probably that jerk with the scar and eye patch, claiming to be a scientist.
No, Kairi couldn’t tell you about how she had heard the Ansem the Wise laugh a thousand times because he had never laughed in those minutes when their paths crossed.
Because the “anything can happen” the man promised stopped at Riku’s transformation. The fragments of light scattered in the air didn’t flake away anything inside her, didn’t start unearthing old memories.
Kairi was a princess only in name. Nothing more.
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