AN: Shortest one-shot in the history of one shots.
What was it? This feeling in the night air hugging him close, almost as if to make sure he didn't fall from her high perch on the balcony? He could feel the pulse of the world around him, thumping and beating, and the thousands of people in the city below, each with a warm glow emitting from their homes, marking their consciousness, completely unaware of the foreboding danger that gesture risked. They had been attacked by their own experiment, their own hard work had turned and stabbed them in the back, the same thing they were currently doing to Ansem the Wise, their once prestigious master. Assuming his name and throwing him into the Realm of Darkness? That's not exactly what Ienzo had in mind for his Saturday night. He had wanted to see that Kairi girl again that he had met near the flower patch that lined the square. But alas, he would never get the chance. Never again. He stood there. He was leaving behind Kairi, the only person younger than him he'd ever met, and Ansem the Wise, his adoptive father. But he couldn't feel it. Not an ounce of it. The gravity of the situation just did not weigh in. He would've been sad about not missing them, but even that emotion wasn't accessible. He had always been an introvert boy, always slow to anger, really. But he was angering too slow. And before long, he realized he wasn't angering at all at not being sad that he couldn't feel nostalgic about the evocative quandary. And he would've felt frustrated to no end if he could. But he couldn't. This situation could have aggravated him to the point of insanity, but it didn't. And he didn't even have the right to be confused anymore. He felt empty and apathetic towards his missing heart, so it's not like he didn't want it back, but it's not like he could say that he longed for it at the moment.
"Come on, Ienzo, we're going. They'll be looking for us. You don't want to get caught do you?" Aeleus inquired, putting a hand on the small boy's shoulder. He didn't care if he got caught. What did it matter to him? But the adults – the adults were acting upon instinct, knowing what needed to be down to prevent capture. He was sure they had a plan to fix this. But even that didn't entice him. And there certainly wasn't much hope to be given. He glanced back at the Radiant Garden as the rest sprang dark corridors hoping (well, not hoping, checking) to see if he could still feel anything, any sorrow, and despair, maybe even any happiness he could muster would suffice. So maybe he would have to act upon instinct now, just like the adults. He forced open a corridor himself and walked through it. Maybe that's who he had to be now; the adult in a child's body. He knew his old heart would've detested the idea, but his new self found it a solution, but it still didn't beckon closure.
Not that he particularly desired closure now.
AN: Short, I know. It may look even shorter if you're not reading on a mobile version. So, reviews? That sounds absolutely delicious.