WHOHO! NEW STORY! AND OF KINGDOM HEARTS TOO! FINALLY!

So, I've always wanted to write about Kingdom Hearts, but I never had motivation enough (I guess, I'm not really sure lol). What I'm saying here is that this is my first Kingdom Hearts story. EVER. Again, feedback is much appreciated so I can edit and make it better :D

Okay, where do I start. This is a story about Vanitas and Sora. Ships are: SoRiku, RoXel (I have no idea if that's the ship's name XD correct me if I'm wrong) and VanVen.

My boy Vanitas. Oh man. I dunno how to begin with this boy. In the game, you don't get much backstory from him, but I still liked him; he was badass, had a crazy sexy voice, and was overall sexy too. Crazy powerful too. His goal was to build de x-blade alongside Xehabitch. But that's just it. We don't get anything else. We don't know WHY he wanted to forge it. So I start searching and I read these summaries about the KH novels of BBS and I don't like what I read. You get that backstory the game doesn't provide you on Vanitas and, guys and gals, it's horrible. If I start writing it here, I'll never end. So I urge you to give it a good read: DARK MEMORY: The Truth of Vanitas Behind the Game by OmniaVanitas. Warning: you WILL cry.

I love Vanitas and I desperately want to see him in KH III. He deserves better.

LASTLY! DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN KINGDOM HEARTS OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS.

EDIT (PLEASE READ): I LIVE IN PUERTO RICO AND A BIG ASS HURRICANE IS GONNA WHIP US ALL. I DON'T THINK I'LL BE ABLE TO UPLOAD ANY MORE CHAPTER UNTIL IT PASSES. PLEASE WAIT.

KINGDOM HEARTS

Dual Rupture

I

-"Sora, dinner's ready!"

The called boy yanks up and his eyes snap open at the call of his name. With a prolonged yawn, the brunette boy stretches his body until he hears a dull click. Exhaling in relief, Sora makes to stand up and looks down when he feels a warm weight on his lap. He sees his laptop sprawled open and online, with the message app still running and ringing because of the unread messages of his best friends Riku and Kairi.

After ten unread messages, his friends continue to wait for a response.

Sora giggles to himself as he scrolls down the angry emotes and begins to type an uncultured answer, srry. i fell asleep again :P

Riku replies immediately, Knew it. No surprise there, really.

Kairi replies next, Sora, you lazy bum! I knew you were too busy snoozing to answer us!

-"Sora?"

gotta go cuz mom's calling. i think dinner's rdy :DDD

Without waiting for a response, Sora slams his laptop shut and pushes himself off his bed to the hallway that leads to the living room. Adjacent to it was the kitchen through an arched doorway, where Mom waits with two plates full of food in her hands; mashed potatoes with bacon-swaddled pork.

-"There you are!"- She exclaims with a sparkle in her blue eyes, gently laying the plates on the dinning table and gesturing her son to sit before placing her hands on her hips, -"What were you up to? I called you five times!"

Sora scratches the nape of his neck with a slight, apologetic hitch of his shoulders and a lopsided smile, -"I, uh… fell asleep again."

Dropping her hands to her sides, Sora's mother snickers, -"Oh, Sora. I hope you're not falling asleep in the middle of class as much as you do here."

Sora chortles, flings both of his arms to the back of his head and leans on them. Swaying his body with a toothy, broad grin, he replies, -"Nah. I can't, even if I want to! Riku doesn't let me."

-"Well, I'm glad Riku's there to keep an eye on you when I can't."- She admits while pouring water in each of their glasses and then sits on a seat next to Sora's.

They clasp their hands together tightly and close their eyes for a silent prayer and appreciation for their meal. Thank the Light for this tasty-looking meal! Sora thinks giddily, eager to sink his teeth into the meat.

Feeling his mother's hand giving a tight squeeze around his, Sora opens one eye and peeks on his mother who has her eyes tightly shut and wearing a serene expression on her face. Sora knows she was praying for him; for his safety and well-being. Her faith on the Light was truer and stronger than anyone else's, Sora thinks.

And please give me the strength to protect what matters. My friends, Riku and Kairi! Sora continues his prayer in his mind, his lips curling upwards at the thought of his friends.

They dig in their meals after finishing each of their prayers and as Sora tasted the savory grease of the bacon around the pork he couldn't help but feel blessed of having such a plate on his table. Gratitude surged within him.

And wishes for others to have a similar plate on their table.

Others didn't included Vanitas. A boy who lays on his bed, crossed legged as he stares at the cloudless sky through the round window of his room above him and holding a cigarette between his finger. He exhales wearily and stares at the puff of smoke that blew past his lips, drifting and vanishing in the air.

Any second now, Vanitas sighs again and closes his eyes.

The loud pang on his door he foresaw doesn't startle him in the slightest

Vanitas smirks at himself, despite his situation, -"What do you want now, old man?"- He spats.

-"Down. Now."- A gruff, hoarse response came through the door.

Vanitas groans and sits up with an elongated roll of his eyes. Then he spits the cigarette out of his mouth and stands. Taking his time to stretch his body and stroll downstairs is a frivolous luxury he can't afford, but he doesn't care. He wants to piss the geezer and laugh as he watches him scrunching his ugly, wrinkled face.

Burying his hands in his black jean's pockets, Vanitas leans against the doorway to the lab and glares at Xehanort's hunched back, who deftly works his nimble fingers on one of his… projects.

-"There you are. Took you long enough,"- Xehanort complains, sensing Vanitas in his vicinity without having to look back, -"Make yourself useful. Bring me that heart over there."

Sighing, Vanitas does as told and fetches the heart Xehanort asks for. As he carries it, he wonders about the poor sob who it once belonged to and feels sorry that he/she perished at the hands of a madman.

Ignoring the boy, the man snatches the heart from his palm and works his dark magic on it, wriggling his gloved fingers.

Vanitas' face contorts at the motion and his body unwillingly shivers.

Continuing his work, the older man emanates a black and purple fizz out of his fingertips to ultimately corrupt the heart with Darkness. Immediately, the wrong smell of a damaged heart teems the room, but both of them were used to it -one long before the other.

Suddenly, the heart convulses and dies under the hands of Xehanort.

-"No, no, no. Too weak. Too fragile. I need a stronger heart. I need…"- He begins to ramble nonsense to Vanitas' ears. The boy never questions the old man's experiments. Truth be told, he doesn't care.

All until his name is called.

-"Vanitas,"- He gestures with his slim fingers at the boy. Again, he wriggles the digits and the back of Vanitas' hair bristles. It creeps him out, -"Come here."

-"What're you doing now?"- He pries, crossing his arms defensively.

-"Nothing you need to worry about. Come, come."- He insists, waving his hand more vehemently, as if whatever he was going to do was fun.

Vanitas scowls and seethes, indignant, -"What? You seriously think I enjoy the stuff you do to me?!"

Old man Xehanort flashes him his wicked smile, -"It matters not what you think. Rather, I do quite enjoy it. You are, after all, a pawn for me to play with."

Shaking with anger, Vanitas clenches his fists and grits his teeth, -"You're sick!"- He attempts an attack on the other, but Xehanort merely swats him away with the back of his hand.

For an old man, Xehanort is incredibly strong and powerful.

Vanitas' anger grows and that strong emotion causes a Red Hot Chili to manifest out of the boy's body; he winces as his muscles constrict and his insides scorch by a strong heat. Heat of anger.

Xehanort calls those manifestations the Unversed; they are mindless beings that take shape out of the negativity in Vanitas. And there was a lot of that. Each Unversed are unique to whatever the boy feels.

Despite it being some sort of remarkable ability, Vanitas hates it.

Because it hurts. It hurts like hell.

Xehanort didn't care. He slays the Red Hot Chili and the creature flows back into Vanitas like blow to his head. He feels the anger returning too. Hot. Boiling. And he struggles to contain it. If more Red Chilis come out of him, Xehanort will continue to slay them and the pain will never end.

It was a cycle of perpetual pain.

Which basically sums up my life, Vanitas muses and looks at Xehanort from where he lays in his shadow, who stands above him like a skyscraping tower. The evil and conquering smile on his ugly face makes Vanitas hate him even more than he already does.

Because no matter the denouement, Xehanort will always have his way. He always wins. Vanitas either becomes stronger by controlling his ability or he suffers enough to create a thousand of uncontrolled Unversed out of his negative, fledging emotions. Emotions that Xehanort impels him with his cruelty.

-"Now, what have I told you about questioning me, and worse, attacking me?"

Vanitas grumbles a response, -"Not to."

-"You will obey, boy,"- Xehanort leans down until his face was leveled with Vanitas', -"Or else. You remember what happens if you disobey, do you not?"

He gulps, -"Yes."

-"Yes…?"

-"Yes,"- Vanitas bites the inside of his mouth, irritated, and huffs the next word, daring to look away. A Flood threatens to come into being, -"…master."

A slap across his face was expected, -"Look at me."

When Vanitas refuses to, the elder grabs his black, spiked mane and forces him to look at him with a harsh yank.

-"I am Master Xehanort and my word is the law in this house. My house. You will obey, young lad, or pay the consequences."- Pungent breath escapes the calloused lips of Xehanort as he practically spits the threat.

Vanitas makes a face of disgust and peeks out his tongue, -"Phooey. Do you even brush your teeth, geezer?"

Xehanort's left eye twitches at the lowly insult, and no matter what horrors come after, it was worth it for Vanitas.

Not too far away, after finishing his meal, Sora goes to sleep with bright smile on his face and a hand on his full belly.

Meanwhile, Vanitas returns to his room with a sprained leg and a bruised face. He climbs to his bed, groaning and panting as he claws his way to the surface, and flops down with a ragged exhale. Exhaustion drains his body and his eyes feel heavy, but sleep seems too far out of reach. Peace of mind just doesn't come to him.

He covers his hot, swollen face with his hands and mutters muffled curses at Xehanort. At his Unversed. This house. The pain. Suffering. His miserable life. Himself. The world. Everything.

-"Sora,"- Thoughtlessly, under the tiredness and heaviness of his body and mind, he whispers the name of his twin brother, -"You're lucky."

His stomach grumbles.

He didn't get food on his plate.

Thank you for reading! Feedback, pretty please?

Also, yes, this story will be angsty but Vanitas WILL get the happiness he deserves. THAT'S A PROMISE!

EDIT (PLEASE READ): I LIVE IN PUERTO RICO AND A BIG ASS HURRICANE IS GONNA WHIP US ALL. I DON'T THINK I'LL BE ABLE TO UPLOAD ANY MORE CHAPTER UNTIL IT PASSES. PLEASE WAIT.