The Ring

by chibilinnet

Bwahahahaha... well, actually, this is loosely based off the idea of The Ring. I figured I should write something serious at least ONCE. So review and tell me to stop before I completely kill this fic. HELP!!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, or their characters, and I didn't come up with the idea for The Ring. DON'T SUE!!

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"When will I go home...?"

The little boy dully spoke, blankly staring into the camera. His soft, orange eyes were covered by thick silver hair, his head lolled to one side. He sat in the empty white room, with a frustrated psychiatrist sitting across from him. He didn't know why he was here. All he wanted was his mother.

"Ansem, you can go home when we figure out what's wrong with you..." Leon murmured, waving a gloved hand. His eyes fell on the folder before him, simply marked 'Ansem'. He had treated many other children before, but this one just scared him...

"There's nothing wrong with...me..." Ansem's voice wavered as he stated this. He lifted his head up slightly, the silver hair falling from his face to reveal one orange eye, now cold and angry. Leon felt his blood freeze.

"There's nothing wrong with me..." The boy repeated. "It's all Daddy's fault... He doesn't care about me..."

Leon shuffled his papers nervously. He looked over Ansem's record again, eyes pausing at one particular fact.

Subject was seen standing in the room where the murder was committed. Was holding a large bloody knife and admitted to murdering Myst Kenshin

"It is because of Daddy you hurt people?" Leon asked.

Ansem's eyes went to the side of the room, regarding it instead of Leon's question. He just sat there, not paying attention to a single word Leon was saying.

"Ansem, is it because of Daddy you hurt people?" Leon asked, a little louder. He clutched the folder nervously.

"I can't tell you... because then you'll get hurt... just like that girl... and they'll blame it on me..." Ansem had a playful smile, saying the sentence in a sing-song voice "Blame it on me... Always blame it on me..."

Leon hesitated, then stood up slowly from his chair and walked over to Ansem, who was still staring at the wall. The young doctor kneeled next to the boy and reached out to him, gripping his arm.

"Ansem, Nobody will hurt anybody. You can tell me. I'll keep it a secret, I promise." Leon whispered, using his free hand to turn Ansem's face toward him.

Worry etched itself on Ansem's delicate features, and he sadly warned the doctor:

"You shouldn't make promises you can't keep."

"I won't die." Leon firmly repeated. "I don't break promises."

The boy took a deep breath, then dropped his head, looking at the white tiles beneath them.

"Daddy... he hurts people, not me. He has secrets... only me and Mommy know them. We don't speak. But sometimes people find out. They find out, about Daddy... and he kills them." Ansem's voice resonated around the room, only to be replaced by dead silence.

"Kills them." Ansem repeated, his voice dropped to a deathly soft whisper. "He kills them..." The little boy shifted his hands, a small one gripping Leon's arm now. "But it'll be painless... don't worry... you won't feel a thing..."

Leon wrenched his arm from the boy's grasp. Ansem could see his wide blue eyes, unspeakable terror in them. He could almost hear the young psychiatrist's heart beating wildly against his chest.

"I'm so sorry..."

Leon tried to find his voice, but it was stuck somewhere in his throat, refusing to come out. He saw Ansem's eyes widen for just a moment-

-...then his head rolled to Ansem's feet.

PSYCHIATRIST KILLED, PATIENT IS TO BLAME

Traverse Town-Psychiatrist Leon Lionhart was found dead in the Traverse Town Asylum yesterday. Mr. Lionhart was decapitated, and his current patient, 10-year old Ansem Valentine was found holding a bloody dagger. Officials are baffled on how the 10-year old managed to smuggle the weapon in the institute and...

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Ansem stood by the well, a pair of forget-me-nots in his hand. The boy looked into the well's depths, a tear falling from his cheek.

"Why did you kill him.... He wasn't involved..." Ansem whimpered.

"He knew too much." Sephiroth patiently explained, stroking Ansem's hair with a gloved hand. "They all knew too much... we have to keep it a secret, Ansem..."

Sephiroth stared lovingly at his son. After so many years, they had a child of their own. Him and Aerith. But in the back of his mind, he knew Ansem couldn't stay. The boy was too perceptive, too...smart. Ansem was a threat to everything he had worked too hard for. Sephiroth loved him so much, he HATED him. Hated how Ansem knew everything. Hated how he spoke in riddles. Hated how it was so hard to work up the courage to get rid of him.

But not anymore. Sephiroth resolved to end this once and for all.

Quickly, the deranged father pulled a plastic bag over Ansem's face, suffocating the boy. He pulled as hard as he could, ignoring Ansem's helpless struggles. After what seemed to be hours, the struggling ceased and Sephiroth felt Ansem limply fall into his arms.

Carefully, sadly, he lifted the body up and casually tossed it over the well. He watched the body drop into the well, he watched the rippled, and he watched it eerily float there, face down.

Sighing, Sephiroth grabbed the lid and slid it on, laying a forget-me-not on the cover.

"I'm sorry... please forgive me..." Sephiroth apologized, placing a hand on the flower.

~TBC~

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Yeah, I know it sucked XD. Anyway, for some reason, this was easy to write... I have a harder time writing my funny stories! Well, I hope I can continue this... if you people want me to... anyway...

*shudders*