Finally finally finally writing a Kingdom Hearts fanficiton. I've wanted to write one for so long now, and now that KHIII is coming out, I thought it;d be the perfect time to post one. Please tell me what you think!

"Cadence, go out to the store and get me some sewing needles,"

"..."

"Cadence!"

"..."

"Get off of that tumble website and get your ass down here!"

I groaned at my mother's inconsistency at saying "Tumblr" wrong and rolled off of my bed, closing my laptop shut and sitting up to grab some shoes. It was so annoying when she was too busy to go and get her own stuff - I always left to get my things! But, being fifteen and the perfect age to use as a slave worker, I was always the one who left to get milk, or eggs and the occasional tampons. Then again, I was an only child with little to zero social life; my only friends being an anime-addicted asian and a sassy mexican. Going out to fetch small groceries or other things were kind of the highlight of my weeks.

After also grabbing a jacket from my closet, I made my way downstairs, where my mom was busy sewing away with her last good needle by the television set. She was seated on one of the couches, listening intently on what the news reporter had to say while her nimble hands worked their way over the blue cloth in her hands, easily maneuvering her way through each tiny hole within the fabric. "Thanks, sweetness. I just need the usual pack of needles, that's all." Her voice cut through the news report as she pointed to her purse, sitting on the coffee table in front of her. I nodded and retrieved twenty bucks from her wallet before heading out, absolutely thrilled at going outside in the slight cold and gray skies.

My name is Cadence Allen, a fifteen year old sophomore in high school with a bad attitude towards most people. It's not that I hate everyone I meet, it's just that everyone I meet is a complete jerk. A good example would be my lame excuse for a father, who just decided to up and leave our town in Texas once I was about six. My mother never forgave him, and usually takes out her anger on him through cooking and sewing. So far, we've gotten seven new sweaters and had about four really good dinners all in two weeks. I can't blame her, my father's always been kind of a prick, even when he was still around - what with him always going out drinking and coming back totally drunk the next morning, or always leaving a mess everywhere he goes. It was sort of a relief to my mom when he finally left that morning. Since then, she's been making me do more stuff around the house, and not to mention she's given me more freedom to do more things on my own. Like pick up her sewing needles. But, I was able to finally dye my hair whatever colors I wanted, so I went with three different colors: pink, blue and black. A few strands of hair on the right side are blue, some strands on the left side are pink, and my bangs are black. The rest of my hair is my original color, a dark orange. I inherited my mother's hair, and my dad's green eyes.

Luckily, the trip to the store wasn't that far or long. I soon was walking home with a plastic bag full of sewing needles in my hand. I couldn't wait to get back home and maybe stay on Tumblr for a bit longer and then start that painting I've wanted to start for a while now. I grew up drawing and coloring, and my mom encouraged me to always keep drawing and sketching, even if it's not something professional (like a still-life or portrait). Which is always fine with me, who needs to do homework, anyways?

Once I passed the usual alley that was on the way home, I failed to notice the small, black cat that was following me, keeping its pace up with mine. I turned around when I heard it sneeze, and narrowed my eyes towards the small animal in annoyance. "What? I'm not going to take you home. Mom doesn't want pets," I said aloud, grateful no one was out in this area of town to hear me talking to a cat. My protest didn't stop him and he kept following behind me, pretty intent on following me all the way back home. I rolled my eyes and huffed once I reached the small house we stayed at, opening the gate and trying to shut it before the cat could get in, but it darted in before I could close it. I've had enough of this cat, thinking it can just waltz in and live with us - like hell we would take in some stray!

"Mom, this cat wouldn't stop following me home," I called as I opened the door slightly, trying not to let it inside. The shuffling of her house slippers came closer and she finally poked her head outside, spotting the black cat next to me. "What do I do?"

She grinned, "Let it inside, of course!"

Thanks, mom. You're the best...

"I still don't get why we're taking in a stray," I said for the umpteenth time that day as I watched my mother pull out a small blanket for our new "guest". She set it next to the bowl of milk she had set out for the cat and stood up to her full height, rolling her eyes at my constant pestering. "You don't even like pets."

"Cadence, look at the poor thing! He needs a home," she pushed some curly red hair from her eyes and placed her hands on her hips. My mom was never one to stand for any shit, so I knew I had to stop my protests.

But there was still something that bothered me. "Why can't his home be in the kitchen or laundry room? Why's it gotta be my room?"

Starting on her way downstairs, she called back, "You know that's no way to treat an animal! He needs love and affection, Cadence." I rolled my eyes and plopped on my bed, done with her "cat-affection" stuff. Speak of the devil, the little snot decided to waltz into my room for some milk. He was a short-haired black cat, and the weirdest thing was that he had bright, yellow eyes. Other than that, he was a normal cat.

Or so I thought.

"If it were up to me, I'd have left you out in the rain." I grumbled, running a hand through my hair in frustration as the rain pitter-pattered outside my window. It began to rain not too soon after I arrived home with the little pain-in-the-ass.

"I know that."

I froze. Who the hell said that? Should I get up and check? But wouldn't mom have known if someone busted into the house? I sat up slowly, my jeans rustling slightly as I checked to see if anyone was in my room, but found nothing. Just the stupid cat who was now on my side table next to my bed. I glared before standing up and walking to my doorway, not seeing anyone in sight and nothing out of the usual.

"No one's in the house, idiot. I said that," came the same voice again, and this time when I stepped back in my room, there was a guy. An actual BOY standing in my room, leaning against my side table with an annoyed expression. His outfit was a bit out of the ordinary - if you don't consider a black and red bodysuit or a skirt-type of thing tied around his waist with several belts out of the ordinary. Plus his hair was a bit spiky and jet-black, and not to mention his creepy yellow eyes that just threw me off.

I would have screamed if I were just any old girl, except I'm not just any old girl.

Instead I sort of went in and kicked him in the gut.

You can say I surprised him by the way he held his stomach and dropped to his knees, yelling, "MOTHER FUCKER!"

Hopefully my mother didn't hear that.

Because this guy was actually sort of attractive and I didn't want him going to jail just yet.

So Vanitas is one of my favorite characters, and I've had this OC for a while now and I just thought I'd squish 'em together in this new story.

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