How odd it was that of all his memories, the strongest were of Xehanort. Xaldin remembered their doomed research all too well, all the experiments, all the times when he had to half-drag, half-carry the strange apprentice back to his room, trying not to notice when Xehanort's head curled against him, nuzzling under his jaw. There had always been something… off about Xehanort, the way he spoke and moved and looked at the world. It wasn't comfortable to be this close to him… it never had been.
It wasn't unusual for Xaldin to enter his chambers and find Xemnas waiting, standing by the window or seated at the desk or even curled up on his bed, fast asleep. Xaldin rarely spoke to him, if he could help it, but let Xemnas stay nevertheless.
Even now, years later and minus a heart, a being, he still didn't like it when Xemnas got too close, touching his sleeve or resting his head on the Lancer's shoulder or whispering secrets into his ear.
11. Xaldin/Experiment
A/N: Incidentally, go admire Luc Court's KH fics! But, um, after you review for this one!