Thus being the account of Lokii Iotunheim and how she became one with the darkness, as recorded by Fenrir Hirano

Holding the plates, I stared out the window. I had been in the act of emptying out the dishwasher, when a fluttering leaf had caught my eye. Those days, I had to be very careful not to get distracted, otherwise I might never get back to what I was doing.

I had lived on the Destiny Islands, an idyllic paradise of swaying palm trees and white sandy beaches. It remained separate from the corruption of the other worlds, untouched by the taint of industry.

I hated it.

Idyllic paradise? Try tiny prison. No one else saw it but me. Everyone seemed to have a veil over their eyes, blinding them to the island's evils. The island lure you in to their embrace with their alluring appearance. It doesn't take long before you succumb to the lifestyle of these boring little rocks.

All the inhabitants there were morons, devoid of any intelligent thought. I doubt that they've changed any. They lived for the moment and never thought about what tomorrow might bring. Most would envy that kind of life. I confess I did somewhat, but then I seemed the only one who saw with clarity. I constantly thought of what life might be like somewhere other than these tiny islands. Their way of life only worked because the islands were so dull. They were all like that.

Well, except Kairi.

Kairi was different. She seemed as one who had seen sights no one else had, and the only one besides me whose vision was lucid. Often I had found her sitting on the paopu tree, staring out at the horizon. To her, it seemed to hold some hidden meaning.

As I slowly began to complete my task, I thought of Ansem, wishing he would take me away.

Ansem…. I miss him terribly. I expect I always will.

He had filled my thoughts, ever since Kairi had mentioned him to me a few months previously. We had been sitting on the tree, Kairi doing her usual staring, and me with my own morbid, dark thoughts. Then she had spoken.

"I wonder what drew Riku away from these islands?" she had said.

"You're talking to the one who hates every particle of these islands," I muttered in reply.

"Sometimes I could see him sitting here, exactly the way we are," she continued, ignoring me. "He always acted so happy, but I could tell something was wrong. If Ansem hadn't shown up…." Then she stopped.

Ansem? The name had resonated in my mind, like the mournful toll of church bells.

"Who's Ansem?" I asked.

"No one but a fading nightmare, from which I feel I might never wake up," Kairi replied, turning away.

I pressured her to describe her.

"That is impossible," she replied. "No one can describe Ansem."

"Oh, get off your high horse," I snarled, my temper flaring. "You always come off so high and mighty, and maybe the others fall for it, but I don't. Explain. Now."

She sighed. "He always made me think of… angels. He had a beauty that almost made him look feminine, but called to mind the archangels nonetheless. Ansem had a charm that drew you to him, like a moth to a flame. But so many of those moths were burned." Kairi paused, as if the words hurt her. Then she continued. "His voice was deep, like the roar of ocean waves. He was cocky, and viewed everything with contempt." Again she fell silent.

I questioned her further, but might as well have interrogated the tree for all the answers I got. Frustrated, I got up and left.

After finishing my task, I went up to my room. I lay on my bed, listening to my music.

"Last night, I had a dream about you/ In this dream, I'm dancing right beside you/ And it looked like everyone was having fun/ That kind of feeling, I've waited so long…"

I closed my eyes and thought of Ansem. Again I wished he would come for me.

But what good are wishes?

I stared into the dark corners of my room, ardently desiring to merge with them, and thereby find Ansem. Gradually, I fell asleep.

"Do you seek the darkness?"

"Which darkness?"

"Any darkness."

"Well, not the darkness of death, but yeah, I suppose I do."

"Interesting…"

The voice was deep and resonant, like the roar of ocean waves. Wait.

"Who are you?"

"The seeker of darkness, An—"

I woke up.

I stared at the ceiling, furious with myself. If I had waited but a moment longer to awaken… It had been Ansem, I was sure of it! No one else's voice was like that. Rich and comforting, like good hot chocolate, or perhaps a clean quilt, and deep like a bass drum.

"Ansem…" I whispered. "Please, come for me. I hate this cursed island life. I would travel through darkness, light, a hurricane, anything just to be with you!"

"Oh really?"

The darkness in my room bound and gagged me and wrapped me in its unyielding embrace.

I awoke with my head swimming. I couldn't see my surroundings, other than deep darkness.

"Where am I?" I murmured to myself. I stood, and began to run. I felt as though I was running in place.

"You are in the world of darkness."

I recognized the voice, and nearly fainted. I froze.

"Ansem?" I called tentatively.

"Run this way. To your left."

I complied, and soon smacked into something hard.

"What we went hit?" I mumbled, feeling dazed.

"Me."

"Who's there? Why can't I see you?" I asked. It was like a light came on in front of me.

"I am here, and I am Ansem. Though doubtless you knew that, since I have been on your mind ninety percent of the time since that wench Kairi told you about me."

I stumbled backwards and fell hard on my ass. Here he was, the object of my daydreams! Real and seemingly solid before my eyes!

I looked him up and down. His skin was dark, but not very much so. His orange eyes seemed as twin ember, burning as they stared at me. His hair seemed a cascade of molten silver. Slowly, I moved forward.

"I must know… I… I have to confirm…" I mumbled absently. Ansem looked at me as I approached, simple curiosity in his eyes. Cautiously, I laid my hands on his chest. I could feel his muscles, real and solid and hard beneath my fingertips. "You're real… I'm not hallucinating, I'm not asleep, you're REAL!" I felt like jumping into the air and whooping. "You're real, you're real, you're real, real, real!"

Ansem looked down at me, mildly amused. Then he clasped my hands. For a moment, fear coursed through me. I thought I had gone too far. But he merely brought my hands to his mouth. My eyes widened, and my breath seemed to catch in my throat as he pulled me closer.

"A mere touch, and I can sense what's in your heart… it is like an open book to me," he murmured softly. His orange eyes stared into my own. "Such curious eyes… one blue and cold as ice, and the other a dark, muddy brown…"

I did not respond, mainly because I was unable to. My fantasy for months on end, my daydream, my Prince Charming come to take me away, and he was there in front of me holding me as close as if we were lovers!

"An-Ansem…" I managed to croak, "Wha… wha…"

"Do you wish to join me?" he whispered. "Be with me forever and a day? I know you cannot live without me, and I confess that I feel much the same! Do not deny either of us that which we so fervently desire!"

Dumbly, I nodded. If this is a dream, may I never wake up! Oh god, may it never end!

I watched, mesmerized, as he released my hands and plunged his hand into my breast. As he withdrew his hand, I saw that he held my heart. Almost instantly, my eyes misted over. I felt a numbness overtake my limbs.

"Fight it, Lokii! You must!" I heard Ansem say. "If not…"

But this feels so nice, I wanted to say. But I could not. My tongue seemed furred to the roof of my mouth.

Ansem began to look worried. "Oh no…" The darkness on the edges of my vision deepened, and began to spread. "No… I won't let you die!" I heard Ansem say. His voice seemed faint, as if from a great distance. I felt him encircle his arms about me, and I felt his hard chest through my thin shirt.

Something in my mind clicked. I knew I would survive if I put my arms around him. My arms felt as though they were weighted with lead, but I managed to wrap my arms around him. Immediately, I felt strength return to my limbs. I tightened my grasp, and heard Ansem sigh with relief. Once he was certain I was back from the brink, he started to release his hold.

"No," I whispered. "Don't stop." His grip tightened again.

"Sleep now," he murmured after some time.

My last thought before sleep claimed me was what Kairi would think of me in the arms of the man she seemed to loath.

A/N: Whoa! I didn't think I could write like that and not go mad! I guess that's what happens when I listen to Daft Punk closely followed by Beethoven while writing. Note to self: Never do that again.

The song from earlier was a Daft Punk, "Aerodynamic Love." And for some reason unbeknownst to me, that song makes me think of Ansem. No effing clue why, it just does. Are ya readin' this, K-chan? Nya-hahaha! See if you can get Thatz to read this, will ya?

Anyway. Well, that came out better than I'd thought. Good little Ansem-muse! (Pats chibi Ansem on the head)

So clickie the likkle review button, and don't flame me on the way out! 4-6-4-9, everybody!