It's just chemistry...

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[Xehanort's never cooked before, but he's figured this is as good a time as any to start. So, here's a mini-apprentice in a kitchen, a cookery book open in front of him.
Somewhere.
Under a pile of cookery implements.
No-one ever accused the kid of making things easy for himself.]

Come on... It's just a list of instructions, shouldn't be this hard...

[Something smokes. Ominously.]

Comments

[anfemme.livejournal.com]

[Quite suddenly there is a woman sitting on the counter, legs crossed, arms crossed... She's watching him, lips curled into a smirk.]

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[What the heck? He can't help but look surprised - if he doesn't exactly jump, he does drop a spoon. And does she look like...? No way. That's crazy. He'd only just gotten used to the 'other him is older' idea. Never mind this.]

[anfemme.livejournal.com]

[She's not saying anything at first, simply looking down at him from her perch. There might have been a flicker of amusement in her eyes, but she doesn't break the powerful stare otherwise.]

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[He can't really return the gaze too well. She's putting him on edge, to say the least.]

...What is it?

[His tone's fairly flat.]

[anfemme.livejournal.com]

[Her head tilts up slightly, and she drops her arms to rest her palms on the counter.]

I had wondered if there was someone like yourself, one who would eventually find himself here. Yet, it is still... surprising.

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[He looks curious.]

What do you mean, 'like me'?

[anfemme.livejournal.com]

[Ansem gracefully moves off of the counter, hovering a few inches off of the ground, closer to him. She's not one for personal space.]

Unique.

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[He tries to resist the urge to step back out of the way, but he's clearly uneasy, shuffling slightly.]

How am I unique? I've - heard all the others are older, but age isn't anything...