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This is my first fanfic that I've ever put on this site and one that I wrote quite a while ago. I'm not sure if it's good or not so reviews would be very much appreciated. Thank you and I hope you enjoy the story.

Even sat on the hard, wooden chair as he watched the heart slowly fade away into dark nothingness. It had been a long, hard day and he was anxious to get to bed. He pushed his long dark brown hair out of his face and frowned as the heart completely disappeared. He pounded his fist on the desk in front of him and exasperatedly cried out, "No, that isn't right! It should have taken longer, why do my studies always come up with different results!"

Footsteps were heard from behind him and he didn't have to turn around to know who it was, after all, his shift was now over and it was Ienzo's turn. "Even, get some sleep. I'll take over the studies now," said Ienzo in that cold, uncaring voice he always spoke with. Even turned slightly in his chair to look at Ienzo out of the corner of his eye. Just like always, Ienzo's left eye was hidden behind his raven-colored hair and a scowl marred his handsome face.

"Just a little longer Ienzo, I think I may be on to something," Even pleaded tiredly. He knew he wouldn't win though, with Ienzo he never did. How that was possible, he wasn't sure. Even was older than the black haired boy by more than fifteen years at least, shouldn't the younger listen to his elder. Unfortunately for Even, it never worked out that way.

"That's what you always say," Ienzo said with a cold glare. "And this is what I always say, 'To bed, now'."

Even sighed but that was soon overpowered with a long yawn. "Alright, alright. To bed it is." He stood up stiffly and stretched his sore muscles. "Don't work too hard now."

"Whatever," Ienzo muttered. He watched Even leave the room and then fell gracefully into the chair that had been occupied by his older colleague. He rested his head on his hands and stared blankly into the clear, empty container that had just recently held a heart and said quietly, "Something has got to change or we'll never get any further with our research. And now that Ansem has discovered us, it will make it that much harder."

"Talking to yourself again Ienzo?" came a voice from behind him. He sighed, irritated, and turned the rolling chair around slowly. There he saw Braig, the oldest of Ansem's apprentices, not including Xehanort. Braig smiled down at his younger associate and said, "Aw, come on Ienzo, don't be so melancholy. People might mistake you for, what do the kids call it now? Emo?"

"I'm not emo, nor am I melancholy Braig," Ienzo explained to the graying-black haired man. Braig's eyes glinted with what some might call mischievousness but Ienzo knew it was just laughter. There was barely a time when Braig wasn't laughing out loud, and when he wasn't, the laughter was in his eyes. It almost made Ienzo want to smileā€¦almost. "I am simply justā€¦uninterested."

Braig sighed. When had Ienzo changed so much? What ever happened to that smiling kid that always used to accidentally break everything he touched, and then laughed happily about it afterwards? Ienzo's laughter, that was something that hadn't happened in a long time. Ienzo was like a son to Braig, so it was no wonder that the older male wished to hear the boy's laughter.

"Are you just going to stand there staring at me, or are you going to actually do something productive?" Ienzo asked with an angry scowl as he raised an eyebrow. He turned in his chair, showing his back to the man, signaling that the conversation was now over. Braig sighed sadly and walked to the other end of the room to get down to his own work. It wasn't long before two other men walked into the room, complaining loudly.

"What's the use in doing that? If Ansem has indeed found out about our secret lab, I highly doubt any harm will come to us with Xehanort watching so very closely over everything," Dilan said as he entered the room, rubbing a towel on his long wet black hair. Elaeus entered after him, looking quite upset.

"Listen Dilan, I have no doubt that Xehanort has everything completely in control. But," Elaeus added quickly, not wanting to give up this argument, "I think that we don't give Ansem enough credit. If we continue like this, Ansem may find a way to interfere even more, thus causing all we've worked for to be for nothing. Do you want that?"

"What are you two arguing about now?" Ienzo said tiredly. He turned to them and shook his head with disapproval when he saw Dilan with his long hair wrapped in a fuzzy towel sticking his tongue out at his colleague and Elaeus clutching large handfuls of his short blonde hair, threatening to pull it all out f someone didn't listen. Ienzo rolled his eyes. Seriously, what were they? Five years old?

"Elaeus says we should kill that crackpot Ansem," Dilan explained calmly, though his angry eyes told his true feeling on this debate. "Please explain to him that we are scientists, not murderers. Our research is important but if Ansem is close to finding it, why not just move it?"

"Because he'll just find it again!" Elaeus shouted out angrily. He stormed over to one of the containers placed on a wall shelf and brought it over for Dilan to look at. Inside was a heart. "Do you see this? Once he realizes that the hearts we use disappear into the darkness, he'll get suspicious! I say we just kill him now and get it over with!"

"No," a cold voice said from the doorway. The laughter at seeing the arguing friends left Braig's eyes immediately, Ienzo felt a chill run down his spine at the voice even colder than his own, and both Dilan and Elaeus winced worriedly. They all turned to the laboratory door and saw the head scientist, Xehanort, walk into the room. Even followed behind him, sleepy-eyed and half asleep.

"No," Xehanort repeated and a smile flashed across his face, gone as soon as it came. "I have a better idea."

I have the next chapter made, but if nobody thinks that this is any good than I think I'll just delete it. So if I can have some reviews I'll update, if I don't get any though, I'll just forget about it.