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Title: Potential
Word Count: 221

It didn't take long for Ansem to see the boy's potential. Every lesson, every game was mastered with fluid ease; he learned to move confidently through the isolated little world. He almost wouldn't have guessed, had he not known already, that the boy had been brought against his will, his memories scattered to the winds. But he acclimated almost seamlessly, and it didn't bother Ansem nearly as much as it might have.

As it should have.

Because the passing days began to prick at the boy's imagination, and he began to seek things he should not find. He began to probe the edges, almost going into those forbidden areas, occasionally finding things that even Ansem could not cover with easy lies.

It was just a matter of time, really, before the boy learned the truth, and when he did, the reaction was momentarily insane. But that passed and Ansem retreated, leaving the boy with make-believe trust and an imaginary choice. Because there was no other option. Not really, because for all the boy's potential, Ansem was in control.

But then everything fragmented, and the boy rebelled. The fragile little world was consumed by shadows, and Ansem was cast aside like an unwanted toy, and he couldn't quite bring himself to be suprised.

After all, Xehanort had always had such potential.