A/N: This is going to be a nice little story bout Xehanort and the Ansem Reports. No yaoi, unfortunately, I'm going to try to stick with the storyline as much as possible. Please read and review!!
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Prologue
(Xehanort's POV)
It was dark here. Dark and cold, the beasts of the forest shuffling around my defiled, broken body. My body was so weak, I could barely open my eyes. Where was I? I don't remember anything...my mind is as dark and cold as the surrounding forest. Where did I come from? Who am I? Who was I? Was I anyone at all? What happened to me? Is there anyone here, or is this world inhabited only by beasts?
Why does every joint of my body feel like limp noodles? I can't move...I can't think...I can't remember...do I really even exist? I can hear my pulse in my ears and my body vibrates with each labored breath. And suddenly, I realize something...I'm going to die here. Nobody's going to save me because nobody knows I exist. Nobody knows that I'm lying here in the forest broken and weak.
My eyes slowly slide shut as a bright light washes over my face.
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(Ansem's POV)
There's something lying there. It's breathing, barely breathing. I can hear a faint rattle deep in its chest as it breathes. As I come closer, I can see that it's a boy. A young man, lying motionless and broken in the forest. My heart sinks at the sight; he is nothing but skin and bones, his hair ratted and bloody, and there are several deep cuts on several parts of his body.
He doesn't even acknowledge that I'm there. I run my fingers down the pronounced ridges that are his ribs, gently rolling him onto his back. He is completely unconscious and barely breathing. His stomach is sunken and backbone is nothing but a bony ridge running down his back. His arms and legs are spindly and nearly muscleless, and his eyes are sunken and surrounded by deep lavender shadows.
I pick the miserable creature up in my arms, and his eyes open ever so slightly but he doesn't see me. His lips part slightly and he falls unconscious again. He'll have a long road to recovery, but what else do I have to do?
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(Xehanort's POV)
Am I dead? The suffering has ceased, it's no longer dark and cold...but my mind is still and quiet. But, it's quite comfortable here. My body is supported by something soft, and it's warm here. I still can't open my eyes, nor can I remember who or where I am.
"Hey..."
Someone's there? Who are you? Where are you? Did you save me?
"Hey...wake up, little guy..."
Whoever they are, their voice is soft and gentle. I force my eyelids open, but they don't stay that way for long. I barely am able to make out a masculine figure and long hair...and the strangest eyes I've ever seen. Neon orange, piercing orange eyes that would have been fearsome were they not surrounded by small laugh lines and held a tender look.
"You poor creature...you're so weak. I'll be back. I'm going to get you some food and drink."
Food...I don't remember it. All I know is that it was a necessity for life. But I haven't eaten in so long...I don't remember hunger or thirst. Perhaps that is why I have wasted away to practically nothing. The man returns, setting something down. It smells good, and there is a sharp pang in my abdomen. I groan slightly, my voice sounding raw and tortured to my weary ears. It is only now that my mouth feels dry and I can't swallow my meager saliva. As a result, it dribbles out of my mouth and down the side of my face.
I hear him chuckle slightly before he touches something to my lips, gently. It feels cool, and upon licking my lips is sweet and sticky.
"Poor thing...Can't even open his mouth."
His puts his hand behind my head and lifts it, gently prying my lips open and setting the sweet thing on my tongue. What do I do now? My eyes open slightly, and my confused expression illicits a worried furrow of his brow.
"You can't even chew? Or is it that you don't remember?"
The second. I don't remember anything. My confused expression turns to one of frustration, and the man takes hold of my jaw.
"Here...let me help."
It only took a few times before it comes back to me, and I grow ravenous. It wasn't long before I'm able to keep my eyes open, and I'm amazed at how quickly the strength to do so came back to me. But I still have a long way to go. Keeping my eyes open is about the only thing I can do.
"There. all done." He wipes my face, looking down at me with those orange eyes. "Now, you get some rest. You're going to need it if you want to get better, young man."
I sigh happily and snuggle down to sleep, my belly full and warm. My body doesn't ache as much now that I'm warm, my suffering is over.
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A/N: What a cutie, little Xehanort is. Disclaimer: IDONOTOWNKINGDOMHEARTS. Read n' Review PLZ.
