Nothing More [the apprentices, PG]
Title: Nothing More
Claim: Ansem's Apprentices
Written For: kingdom100 prompt- 081: Darkness
Rating: PG
Ansem looked up at the knock on his door. "What is it, Xehanort?" The boy should be in bed, he thought crossly.
The door opened, and a skinny little slip of a boy took a step into the room. "Master Ansem... could I have a candle, or a small lamp? For the room?"
Ansem put down his pencil and frowned. "You should be asleep by now, Xehanort."
"I know, but..." The boy shuffled his feet nervously. "I'm... afraid of the dark, sir."
Ansem's frown deepened. "There is nothing to be afraid of."
"I know it's irrational. Sir." He gulped. "But I'm still scared."
"There is nothing to fear but fear itself. Darkness is the absence of light, nothing more." Silly child. You'd think he'd've outgrown such things years ago. "Go back to your room, now, and go to sleep. I won't have any more talk of such foolishness."
Xehanort swallowed, his tongue thick with dread. "A-all right." He closed the door, quietly, and made his solitary way back to his clean new room, cold and windowless and dark.
He curled up into a ball on the bed, and he tried to sleep. But his eyes wouldn't close. He stared into the darkness and tried to make out shapes, even when he knew it was a bad idea... because once he couldn't, he started to panic. And he began to see things in the dark, other things.
As the hours wore on, Xehanort shook with the fear, thought in wild circles, imagined horrible, terrible things.
He sat up and clutched his knees to his chin and willed the sun to rise, so the time of darkness would be over.
The chill of the night settled into his bones and he was so tired, but he could not sleep.
He must remain vigilant in the darkness.
He must be strong in the darkness.
His pounding heart slowed as the minutes counted down, and the seconds ticked by.
He stared out into the darkness and saw... nothing.
Ansem was wrong. It wasn't only darkness.
But it was darkness.
His head feel back against the wall as the sky lightened in the east, and he laughed, and laughed, and laughed.
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A/N: er. creepy much? >_>; yay for Xehanort. Whut.
Claim: Ansem's Apprentices
Written For: kingdom100 prompt- 081: Darkness
Rating: PG
Ansem looked up at the knock on his door. "What is it, Xehanort?" The boy should be in bed, he thought crossly.
The door opened, and a skinny little slip of a boy took a step into the room. "Master Ansem... could I have a candle, or a small lamp? For the room?"
Ansem put down his pencil and frowned. "You should be asleep by now, Xehanort."
"I know, but..." The boy shuffled his feet nervously. "I'm... afraid of the dark, sir."
Ansem's frown deepened. "There is nothing to be afraid of."
"I know it's irrational. Sir." He gulped. "But I'm still scared."
"There is nothing to fear but fear itself. Darkness is the absence of light, nothing more." Silly child. You'd think he'd've outgrown such things years ago. "Go back to your room, now, and go to sleep. I won't have any more talk of such foolishness."
Xehanort swallowed, his tongue thick with dread. "A-all right." He closed the door, quietly, and made his solitary way back to his clean new room, cold and windowless and dark.
He curled up into a ball on the bed, and he tried to sleep. But his eyes wouldn't close. He stared into the darkness and tried to make out shapes, even when he knew it was a bad idea... because once he couldn't, he started to panic. And he began to see things in the dark, other things.
As the hours wore on, Xehanort shook with the fear, thought in wild circles, imagined horrible, terrible things.
He sat up and clutched his knees to his chin and willed the sun to rise, so the time of darkness would be over.
The chill of the night settled into his bones and he was so tired, but he could not sleep.
He must remain vigilant in the darkness.
He must be strong in the darkness.
His pounding heart slowed as the minutes counted down, and the seconds ticked by.
He stared out into the darkness and saw... nothing.
Ansem was wrong. It wasn't only darkness.
But it was darkness.
His head feel back against the wall as the sky lightened in the east, and he laughed, and laughed, and laughed.
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A/N: er. creepy much? >_>; yay for Xehanort. Whut.