Because even evil has to have a soft spot toward something, right?

That aside, I can safely tell my dear readers that I do plan on setting up a whole other fanfic; and it's going to be...I don't know who's gonna be surprised...Final Fantasy 2! If anyone is questioning 'What? Lilith, have you lost it? Have you even played the game?' my answer is no, I'm not crazy. I just thought that someone's gotta do FF2 some justice. I'll let you guys know when I've got it posted, maybe once I've put up another chapter for this story I'll give you the heads up. Sound good? Good. With all that said, enjoy!

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Read, review, but no flames.

Xehanort's Journal – Entry 5

Something startling just occurred this evening.

I was reviewing over the notes taken down during the experiments when Braig suddenly came in and told me what had happened at the infirmary. From what information he was able to gather, he heard that another strange creature made an appearance, but this time Luna and Ienzo saw it (dare I say I raised an eyebrow that the boy knocked it out with simply a hardcover book; a normal person would've died of laughter about that). It was taken to the Quarantine Area, but not in the same place as the last one.

I asked Braig if he was able to see what the new creature looked like, and he told me that it vaguely resembled a little girl that came out of a horror tale; he went deeper in detail when he pointed out a broken mask and tattered clothes, which certainly fits his earlier description about it.

Wait…it?

No. I'll have to see for myself before determining whether or not to regard the newborn as an individual.

Braig informed me that the best hour to enter the Quarantine Area is at night when others are not monitoring the place. He even told me that Area B is the place to go. At the very least, I know where to go from there.

I may not be able to see Luna again, but perhaps it'd be better if had contact with someone else.

Video Surveillance: Quarantine Area B – Record 034

It was very dark in the room, and what little lighting was in there didn't help.

When the little thing woke up, it noticed that it was being kept inside a large container, completely isolated and alone. Immediately it became very frightened and lonely, unable to comprehend what happened and why it was being imprisoned in such a lonesome, dismal environment without any knowledge of her captors. Not knowing what to do, it crawled into the corner of the glass container and cowered there for a good long while.

That is, until it heard something opening and could momentarily see bright light flooding the room until it disappeared at the sound of something closing. It looked up to see a tanned skinned man with golden eyes looking down at it. What was he doing? What did he want?

"Hello, little one."

It continued to stare at the man in curiosity, wondering what he had meant.

"You are lonely, aren't you? I can tell."

It slowly stood on its odd little feet in an attempt to look up a bit further, but could barely stand any further than it can; it didn't help that the container was small enough that it could easily fit a grown man inside. Still, it gazed on with its pseudo-innocent eyes intent on observing the curious stranger who spoke with such odd understanding.

"What is your name?"

The poor thing had no answer to that question. It never had a name to begin with. Interestingly, he understood it perfectly.

"I see. You don't need to answer right now." There was a pause. "In that case, I will tell you mine: Xehanort. Do you understand?"

The little creature slowly nodded, apparently intrigued by the name it heard and wanting to try to repeat the name. At first, no sound came out, but after about three tries, it came out as slowly as a recovering mute just regaining their voice.

"X…Xe…ha…nort…" a soft, childish voice whispered from it.

The man raised his brow in fascination at the miracle, and was amused when it tried out its voice again.

"Xehanort…Xehanort…"

After that, it stopped and sat back down, a bit surprised that it was able to speak one word. The man kept a low chuckle to himself as he watched it look at itself and back to him.

"So, you can speak? Much like a child starting to learn," the man said with intrigue. He turned to hear footsteps from the other side of the door, and back to the captive. "I'll return later. Be a good girl until then."

It watched as the man hastily left the room, leaving it all alone again. But strangely, it felt eager to see him again. He seemed to have become attached, and it felt pleasant for some reason, like it was not being treated as a monster, but as a person, a little girl, a good girl…

…Good girl?

What a strange thing to be called. It was almost as though 'she' was being viewed like an actual little girl; it was a funny notion, but at the same time, she liked that feeling. She would certainly look forward to seeing that man – no, Xehanort – again, and wondered what more he will say to her later on. As she crawled back to her little corner; she curled up in a fetal position and quickly dozed off, wondering what the next visit will bring, which soothed the heavy burden of loneliness from her shoulders for a little while.