AN: forgot to mention, parts 1,2,&3 will be posted one right after each other, part 4 is in the making and will be up when it gets up. If your liking it so far please review, I love feedback ^_^

also Miya's name is pronounced like Maya, I just spelt it wrong when I first named her and I like it that way.

Miya and anything not KH cannon (c) myself

Kingdom Hearts Cannon (c) Disney and Square Enix


Part 2

A couple of days had passed since Ansem had found the infant in the garden. Whom he was beginning to think was a little fallen star. There where many reasons beside it being completely lovely, yet a ridiculous hypothesis. He had learned many things about the child in these few days and, to the Parliament Counsels displeasure, he had spent all his time with the baby.

Ansem had quickly learned the baby was a little girl with a head full of black hair and beautiful big brown eyes. Her skin was a lighter coffee shade, like it was mixed with cream. She hadn't made much noise except for quiet whimpering when she was hungry. When she slept it was only when she was in his arms and with great reluctance. She ate well but she was very aloof and distant.

It made Ansem wonder what had happened to this unique, precious little girl.

It was midday and Ansem sat in his office, the sun was pouring in through the windows and the baby girl was asleep in his arms. He had been attempting to do some work while she slept, but he'd been captivated by her sleeping face. As he sat there reclined back in his chair and starring at her little face, Ansem realized that she needed a name.

What name could fit this little star?

It had to be something just as special as she was. A name he had never heard in Radiant Gardens. This made his mind drift to the fairytale books he had read in his childhood. Names that came to mind were Amber, Katsa, Gwennivere, Juliet, Ophelia, Beatrice and Miya. All these names were unfamiliar to Radiant Gardens' people.

But which one suited the child in his arms?

Katsa and Amber were plain and simple, Gwennivere was too long, Juliet and Ophelia both sounded elegant and very feminine, beautiful but not fitting. So it was a choice between Beatrice and Miya, both were simple but there was a level of enchantment to each name. The two names were very unique, just like this little girl.

But what name was good for her?

She needed a name, and him to call her it so she could become attached to him. Ansem stood from his chair and walked out of his office, making his way out to the garden in a slow even pace. The baby still slept in his arms. Some of the castle staff glanced at him curiously, they wanted to see the child that had arrived mysteriously naught but a few days ago. He had informed his staff about the child and that he wanted her existence to the rest of the kingdom to be unknown.

If he was going to raise her as his own he had no desire for her to be subject to the childhood he had. It had been busy, strangling and stressful. This little girl didn't need that type of lifestyle, she needed a quiet, safe haven to recover and settle into her new home.

Ansem was deep into the garden labyrinth when her little eyes fluttered open and she began to squirm in her lavender blanket. He watched her wiggle her arms free and pull them out, grabbing at the air with a pleased expression on her round, rosy face. He grinned down at her and sat down on a bench.

Maneuvering her so she was held in one arm, bringing his free hand up to caress her face. The child's eyes locked onto his face when she felt his hand on her's. He felt like she was starring deep into his soul, trying to understand who he was. It was clear she was untrusting of him, he couldn't blame her. He was a strange face and not her father.

The two tarred at each other for a number of minutes when he felt a warm touch on the hand he held to her face. He glanced down and saw that her little fingers were wrapped around his index finger. A big smile spread across his face, he was surprised to see her react by giving him her own smile.

Ansem's heart leapt inside his chest, he chuckled out loud. "Well hello there little one, did you sleep well? Im sure you've been through quite a bit, but your safe now. I promise. Your safe here with me. I will protect you little one." He spoke to her in a gentle voice, and she seemed to be listening.

"So then... what should I call you? Beatrice or Miya? Beatrice?" He paused, there was no type of reaction from her. "Or...Miya?" Her eyes had drifted down to focus on his hand and when he spoke that name her eyes shot up to look at him.

Ansem grinned, knowing now that her name was Miya and she had picked it. Miya...something so simple as a little baby, yet so strange and unique as she. Ansem felt fortunate to have been given this child. It had to of been fate or destiny, though those words and their meaning were foreign to him. For the King was a man of science and facts.

But none of that could explain how she came to him and how he felt about it. As he sat there pondering these things, Miya's little hands were curling and uncurling around his hand. He wondered what was going through her little mind. Children had always intrigued him, but he never thought he would ever have a child of his own.

As a young man he had never focused on love or the idea of a wife and marriage, but he had thought of having a child. As he watched his little Miya, he gave a silent apology. She would never have a mother, and he hoped he could do her right and be the best father for her.

This little girl was his... Miya was his... the little fallen star was his little princess. His to keep and protect, cherish and love... for all their shared days.


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