Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or its characters, obviously.

Naminé was disrupted out of her thoughts when she heard the mailman buzz her apartment from her small kitchen. 'A package? Who sent it?' she asked herself. Standing up from the worn, wooden chair, which emitted an agonizing shriek when scrapped against the tile floor, she made her way to the speaker located next to the door that she never got around repaint. Holding down the first tiny red button, she spoke into the intercom. "Hello?" She then pressed the second button labeled, 'Listen.'

"Hi, Nami!" greeted Pence, her long-time friend for as long as she remembered.

"Hey, Pence! So, you got a package for me?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's pretty big. It's a wooden crate, actually. Says on the box that your uncle sent it to you."

She narrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "My uncle?" Currently, he was in Radiant Garden, which right now was a science mine, with scientific discoveries being found almost every month. The only reason he wasn't taking care of his only remaining next of kin was because the mayor of Twilight Town had the brilliant idea of closing off the entire world while also not allowing any residents to leave unless given governmental permission. This course of action was implemented by the staggering rise of crime and unemployment over the past years.

Thinking that if less people came, and less people leave, then less lives and jobs would be taken as a result. Unfortunately, he was proven horrendously wrong, as in the first day, twenty-eight police officers and forty or so gangsters were killed, totaling up to an ugly sixty-eight deaths in all.

"Yeah, Ansem the Wise, right?" Pence asked.

"Yup," she confirmed. She pressed the third button, which unlocked the building door, "Be right there in a bit."

"'Kay," he replied.

Naminé twisted the brass knob and opened the white, slightly cracked door. The usual smell of cigarettes found its way into her nostrils, making her lungs protest and causing her to have a coughing fit. The thick, suffocating smoke that replaced the oxygen in the hallway made her eyes water. Closing and locking her door, she ran down several flights of whining stairs before finally meeting with her friend in the lobby.

She spotted him by a large box that was a good few inches taller than him. The sight made her eyes widen.

"Damn..." she murmured.

"My words exactly," Pence said. Going behind it, he grabbed the hand truck and leaned it towards him. "Lucky your place has an elevator."

"Very lucky," she agreed, smiling. She pressed the up button, which turned amber, letting her know that it got her request. The needle above the elevator began to lean counter-clockwise from five, to four, three, two, one...

Ding!

The steel doors slid open to an empty elevator in need of some maintenance judging by the faded wallpaper and chipped wood on the wall, but otherwise fully operational. They stepped in and Naminé pressed four. They felt the elevator falter slightly before it began to hum.

"How come you didn't use the elevator to come down?" Pence asked.

"I dunno," she replied.

"You're weird."

"Aren't we all?"

"Fair enough," Pence sighed, giving up.

The elevator staggered to a stop as the number four appeared in pale turquoise on the screen above the button panel. Another cheeeful ding rang out as the doors opened. Both teenagers coughed from the fog of smothering smoke that never left the hallway like an annoying neighbor that stays over for too long.

Fishing her keys out of her gray hoodie, she unlocked the door, entered, and stepped aside to let Pence through. Once he was in, she closed the door and chucked her keys on the kitchen counter.

"Oh, he also wrote a letter," he remembered as he dug around his leather bag. He handed her an envelope that had the University of Radiant Garden logo stamped in the corner in red. The back of the letter had both of their addresses while the front said 'Read first' in cursive letters.

"Think you should read it first," he stated matter-of-factly.

She rolled her eyes and smirked, "Thanks, Captain Obvious."

"Welp, I gotta get back to work. I'll come back later if I have some free time, you working tonight?"

She shook her head, "Tomorrow; I have the graveyard shift."

"Ooh," Pence grimaced, "sorry I asked." Remembering his job, he shook his head, trying to focus.

"Okay, now I really got to go," he said, removing the base of the hand truck from underneath the heavy mystery box.

"All right, see ya soon," she said when he was nearly out the door.

"See ya," he shot back.

She closed the door and looked at the envelope she in her hand. She carefully opened the flap and plucked the actual letter itself. She sat down on the brown, hole-ridden couch and began to read what her uncle sent her...

Dearest Naminé,

I know I haven't been up-to-date with you lately, and I apologize, as there's no excuse for my lack of contact. Whether you choose to forgive me or not is entirely up to you, but that is not the reason why I wrote this letter. If all goes to plan, this letter should be accompanied by a crate, which I will explain what is in the box in the following paragraphs.

Naminé, I'm aware of how dire the situation is where you live, and I want to provide as much help as possible. I'm sorry that I could not afford a safer home for you, but until I get a raise in pay, this will have to do for now. I hope you haven't gotten yourself in any serious trouble and that you've made a friend or two, perhaps even a date as well? Nonetheless, I hope you are content with life thus far.

Now, Naminé, what that box holds is what has only been known as the dreams and goals of science fiction writers and enthusiasts everywhere. For hundreds of decades, scientists have been researching and testing day in and day out only to come to the conclusion that the object in your box was simply to advance to make; that we simply didn't have the technology available yet. Only week ago have we successfully created the technology needed to bridge the gap between fantasy and reality. Since I was head of the entire project, the department has given me the honor of allowing me to give it to the person of my choosing. I instantly thought of you, dear one. I'm hoping that with this, your life will be a bit more bearable than it was before. However, I must warn you, this is no easy task. This can either save humanity if all goes well, or break it. I put my complete trust in that you will do the right thing. I believe that you're responsible enough for such an ardous load.

Love, Ansem :)

P.S., Though I may not be there to take care of you, he can.

"He?" Naminé asked suspiciously, her heart stopping for a second.

She turned to the 6ft by 3ft (1.8m by 0.9m) crate nervously, eyeing it as if it were a wild animal that was too close for comfort. Gulping, she approached apprehensively, ready to run for it if it so much as moved a fraction of an inch. She noticed the words 'THIS SIDE UP' sideways with two parallel arrows pointing towards her right. She sighed heavily, knowing that she'll probably crush her fingers trying to lay it down.

Somehow, Naminé had managed to keep her fingers intact without the need of any help. Though it was an amateur task, she beamed with pride, feeling proud in the fact, despite her petite size, she was able to do it all on her own. Now came the stressful part: opening up Pandora's box.

She remembered the crow bar that she had in her closet, a gift from Pence. 'In case she needed it to rob a bank,' he had said. She smiled at the memory befote fetching the metal bar, then sat cross-legged, facing the box.

She inhaled deeply once more, then began to wedge the crowbar between the two planks of wood. She stood up to gain more leverage as she forced the bar downward. At first, it didn't budge until she heard a small pop and felt the strain on the other end ease.

Her large eyes became even larger as she realized that she was one step closer to possibly the extinction of the entire human population. Yet, even with that in mind, her curiosity still outweighed the fear. Then again, she was always a very curious child to begin with.

Naminé shook her head, clearing her mind and focusing on the task at hand. She repeated the same process three times until finally, she was done. She was seconds away from seeing what was inside the box.

The pale girl tried to concentrate on calming her heart, which was beating a million beats per second. Regaining her composure, she slowly and carefully lifted the plank and peered inside.

She shrieked as she dramatically kicked the box to distance herself. In the processing of kicking, her foot went underneath the plank, forcing the piece of wood to fly off like a scared bird.

On August 18th, at 10:07 a.m., Naminé niece of one of the most successful scientists of her time, was the first human to ever unbox a fully functional organism of intelligent behavior: the world's very first android.

A/N: And there we have it! My very first series! I've always wanted to do one, but I've never really gotten around to putting the work into it. But finally, here's the first part. I wrote down WAY too much for the first chapter, so I split it into three parts. The second will DEFINITELY be longer than this one, so if you thought this chapter was really short, be prepared as Scar would say. Oh, and thank you very much for reading! Please review if you liked this, and if you didn't, write how I could've done better! I'm always trying to improve on my writing, so criticism is HIGHLY appreciated. Thank you once again, and I hope to see you in the next chapter!