Ansem stood behind Fran, admiring her radiant, white hair, it glowing in the light of the heart shaped moon above them. Fran's white, black-speckled, rabbit-like ears twitching occasionally from the soft wind, or an unseen noise. Ansem stepped out of the shadows, deciding to no longer lurk from his true love.
"Fran, I've been watching you for quite some time—" Ansem started, but was cut off as Fran quickly spun around, her glorious, long hair slashing against the wind. Her reflexes resembled a gazelle in motion, as she raised her bow in alarm.
"Who goes there?" Fran demanded, hiding her alertedness. Ansem gasped, he didn't expect his precious bunny to be so hostile. He raised his hands, showing that he had no weapon and meant no harm. "Its okay, Fran. I'm only here to talk." His voice was low and smooth as he was trying to calm his vixen. Fran lowered her weapon, realizing that he wasn't a threat.
"What is it that you want?" She stated, still wary of his intentions.
"I want to confess my love to you, my sweet little Viera." A warm smile grew across his face, his eyes soft and sincere.
The armored Viera paused a moment. "Evaluate." One simple word, the word Ansem was waiting for. He stepped closer again, holding out his hand. "Fran…come with me." His voice was so soothing that even a lullaby sung by the goddess of song herself would weep for centuries to come. But only the song would weep. The Goddess of Song doesn't really care much for little white boys, such as Ansem.
Fran looked longingly into the caucasian male's eyes, which were a very gorgeous color, except I don't know what color that is.
"Why should I trust you?" She stated, still wary of his intentions.
"Because, Fran…I can show you the world. Shining! Shimmering! Splendid…" Ansem ran up to Fran, spinning like a hippie stuck in a daisy field in the middle of summer.
Fran stepped closer to Ansem, her instincts fading. Her negroe eyes glistened with hope. "A whole new world…?" She whispered. This was her dream. She had always wanted to travel the world with an odd, white man. Unfortunately, Balthier was too much of a man whore to ever pay attention to her. Oh, how she loved him so. But he was always into those disgusting hume broads. She snapped back into reality. "Oh, Ansem…" She was near tears, but Vieras don't cry unless their names are freaking Ktjn. How do you even pronounce that, anyway?
"Fran, my love. Let us escape this dark world that doesn't actually exist or something!" Ansem yelled in a Shakespeare-kind-of-dramatic voice. Fran placed her delicate, tanned hand into his, pale, rough one. They looked at Kingdom Hearts together, realizing that they were destined to be together.
"Fran! Wait!" An annoying, girly voice yelled from behind them.
They both turned to face the stranger. It was…………………………Draco Malfo—I mean, Sora!