DISCLAIMER- I do not own Kingdom Hearts, Square Enix, Disney, or the incredibly sexy Axel. Although I wish I did own him...Me-ow! Ahem...Nevermind that...

Alright, this is a test story, for me to see where I want it to go...Review your like/dislike and I'll decide whether or not to continue. Thanks, -K.J.

EMOTIONS IN THE FINEPRINT

There has always been ugly in our world, it lurks in corners and back alleys, sewers and decrepid old buildings, in our hearts and souls, our eyes and actions. So much ugly. Ugly deeds, which have been done by ugly people in some very ugly ways. There are twisted ugly things that embrace the darkness of the world, there are those who have come to know ugliness on accident, and those who use it as a way to redemption. There are subtle ugly acts, and downright open ones too. But sometimes, these acts of darkness, these ugly things, come in seemingly harmless packages, things we do not anticipate, that we cannot prepare ourselves for. And this particular one came in such an innocent form, in such a delicate way, it was almost completely overlooked.

Wynn stared down at the slipper in the tidy Ziploc Evidence bag he had never bothered to remove it from. It looked so out of place in that bag, displayed like a lost artifact on her battered cherry wood dining room table. It made his heart ache every time he brought it out to look at it. That tiny pink shoe with its white flower embroidery, its strap with the missing buckle, and the tiny hole in the side. But something darker had been added when it was separated from its wearer, something ugly. Dark dried red stains were splattered in abstract patterns across its surface, scuff marks and holes dotted the soles and edges. Tears blurred Wynn's vision as he recalled the few sketchy details the officer had provided him with. His little girl had been dragged. Horrible surges of emotion came flooding forward as he recalled the day that his little Jenny had not come home.

"Mr. Parker, I'm sorry to inform you…"

Wynn shook his head to clear the thought from his mind and ran a hand through his dark hair, liberally peppered with gray. It has been 8 years since his 6 year old daughter, Katherine Jennifer Parker, had disappeared without a trace. She would be 14 years old 3 days from now. If she was here, she would have soon had her first boyfriend (who he would naturally, strongly disapprove of.) and have entered the 8th grade. But she wouldnt. Someone had taken her. Most likely killed her. And he would never get to experience any more of his daughters life. Sighing, Wynn tucked the bag and its contents into the drawer, and locked it. To forget about the pain, and the litle girl he would never get to see grow up.

Daddy would be coming back soon, he came every week to make sure she was ok, that she liked the house he had put her in this time, if she needed new things. He was very good to her. She loved her father, despite his oddities and overprotectiveness. Vaguely, Katie recalled some other father who had been good to her in some other place and time...but the memory quickly disappeared.

Katie's 14th birthday was coming up soon, and Daddy had promised her something she had wanted for a very long time. A friend. And so, she waited patiently for her father to return, and bring her a friend. That was always a luxury Katie had been denied. She was moved often, taught only by private tutors, allowed barely even to communicate to others online unless they recieved a full background check. She was to remain completely off the charts, away from danger. It was a lonely exsistance, but he always assured her it was for her protection. He was a brilliant man, who came up with brilliant things, and Katie had always assumed that it was so people did not discover him, or his abilities. But it was no matter, because she must be out of danger now, right? Or he wouldnt be introducing her to anyone. Daddy was bringing her a friend!

"Excuse me, if I could please have your attention?" Vexen rapped on the table sharply twice until all twelve members had their bored eyes focused on him. Vexen hated meetings. He cleared his throat "I have a job, and I need one of you to fill it for me. If you are interested, please see me in my lab shortly after 3, thank you." He inclined his head, and exited the room, opting for a hasty exit. His mind drifting, he kept thinking of the excited dark haired girl that had been abducted and left to his care.

He grabbed for the mug perched precariously atop research papers and test samples, took a sip of the cold coffee left by his lamp and dressed for bed. Vexen ran a hand through his faded blond hair, grumbling at the sight of a gray he could have sworn was not there yesterday, and sighed. He wondered how the hell he was supposed to pull this stunt off. This was a delicate situation, but it had to be done. She was getting increasingly unhappy, and that was not good. Not good at all. An unhappy Heartwielder was basic armageddon. And they needed her badly, the fate of their exsistance put into perspective by her reactions to the Keyblade masters she would face. But to be introduced to his world fully, she would need a guide, a friend. Someone young and quick, protective, who would see to her needs until she could fulfill the Destiny that vibrated in the very air around her. Dangerous indeed...