Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or any of the characters. I do not make any money by writing this story.

WarCrack Widow

"Terra," Ven called out, pressing the combination of buttons to deliver the finishing blow to the final boss of his game.

"Mm." Click. Click. Click.

"Ter~ra…"

"What." Terra didn't look away from the computer screen. He was busy slaying Unversed in his favorite computer game (Ven would call it an obsession instead), The Keyblade War.

"I'm bored." Ven rolled over onto his back, his head lolling off the foot of his dorm room bed. His hands were occupied with his handheld system, but it was displaying the ending credits of the game he'd just beaten.

With a long-suffering sigh, Terra typed a message to his guild mates telling them he would be back to the raid in a moment. He spun around in his desk chair to face his boyfriend. "And what am I supposed to do about it? You're playing your game and I'm playing mine. You know Thursday is my guild's raid night, and I'm so close to completing my armor set."

Ven couldn't help but roll his eyes. Ever since the game's newest expansion had come out a few weeks ago, he had started to feel more and more like one of those "War Widows" everyone talked about—the significant others of the players who just didn't know when to quit the game and return to real life. "Yeah, and ever since that armor set was released, we have hardly spent two minutes alone with each other, let alone gone on a real date."

"I don't have that kind of money," Terra retorted, spinning back around to return to his game. This resulted in him missing the glare his boyfriend shot at him.

"Of course you don't. You spend half your paycheck on that blasted game every month and then you complain that you can't afford to get anything better than cheap frozen pizza, ramen, and instant mac and cheese. I can't keep being responsible for our entire food budget; Mom and Dad are starting to get pissed at me for going over budget every month. And be honest, when's the last time you showered?" Ven sat up properly, crossing his legs Indian-style as he saved the finish data on his game so he could turn it off and toss it aside. "I can smell you from over here. Your desk is a disaster area with that many half-empty cans of Dr. Pepper. One day you're going to get too excited or too angry and there's gonna be an avalanche, and it isn't gonna be pretty."

Normally Ven prided himself on being a pretty laid-back kind of guy. He'd played The Keyblade War before, back before all the expansions. Back when it was something he and Terra did together for fun, running around together with their low-level characters getting into shenanigans. He knew it was a great game. But he hadn't played it for at least a year now, and it seemed that ever since Terra had joined a guild a few months back, he'd started devoting more and more of his time and money to the game. It had been a slow process, to be sure—Terra didn't just up and decide to abandon all his real-life friends, especially not Ven and Aqua. But as time progressed, he didn't hang around the student union as long during his lunch breaks. He didn't come with Ven over to Aqua's apartment for movie nights anymore. At least, not without bringing his laptop and headphones so that he could station himself at Aqua's desk while she and Ven curled up in blankets on the couch to watch the movies. And worst of all (at least in Ven's opinion), he'd started staying up all hours of the night instead of spooning with Ven in one of their dorm room's beds. Sure, he was a laid-back guy, but even he could only take so much neglect from his boyfriend.

That was when he realized Terra had ignored his whole tirade. "Terra, if you don't turn off that game right now and look over here, I will be walking out of this room and I don't know when I'll be back."

"Okay, have fun," Terra mumbled, already lost in the fantasy world of his game once more. Growling under his breath, Ven yanked his duffel bag out from under his bed and started to pack it with clothes, toiletries, and various electronics cords. He stuffed all of his school books and his laptop into his backpack, slung both bags over his shoulders, and walked out the door with his pillow tucked under one arm.

Once he'd made it down to the lobby of his dormitory, he plopped everything down in a pile on the floor and slumped into one of the uncomfortable chairs in the common area. Pulling his cell phone from his cargo pants' pocket, he hit the speed dial number that would call Aqua. He was rubbing tears from his eyes when she answered. "Hey Ven, what's up?"

"Can I stay with you for a few days?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady. He hated crying, especially when it was because of stupid emotional stuff rather than actual physical pain. Then again, he wasn't entirely sure he wasn't actually having a heart attack, from the tightness in his chest.

"Of course, sweetheart, you're always welcome over here." Ven's lips quirked just slightly when he heard the pet name, as they always did; she'd called Ven that for as long as he could remember, even though they had a very platonic, brother and sister-like relationship. "Can I ask why though?"

Ven's grimace was audible in his voice as he spoke. "Terra's being an asswipe. He's ignoring me for that stupid game."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Aqua murmured, genuine concern in her voice. "He's always been a bit obsessive; I didn't think it would get this bad, though."

Ven just rolled his eyes at that remark. "I did. But I couldn't do anything to stop it. He's gone over to the dark side and I don't think there's anything we can do to help him. I think we've lost him forever."

Aqua clicked her tongue when she heard Ven speak. "Come on, now. You can't be saying that. You're the eternal optimist, right? If anyone can save Terra from himself, you can."

"I'm not so sure about that…"

"Well anyway, I'll be there to pick you up in five minutes. Are you gonna be waiting outside?"

Ven stood as he spoke, "Yeah, and I've got bags with me. I'll be sitting on the front steps."

"Okay. I'll be there soon. See ya."

"See ya." Ven hung up and stuffed his cell phone in his pocket again, rubbing at his eyes once more before he reached down to pick up his bags. He was interrupted, though, by quick footsteps and a large, tanned hand reaching down to grab the strap of his duffel bag. Looking up in surprise, he lost his breath in a rush when he saw large blue eyes framed by messy brown hair.

"Please don't go."

"Terra… let go of my bag." Ven reached out to take the strap from the other teen, avoiding his gaze.

"I'm sorry. I've been a huge douchebag. Please don't leave me…" Ven's eyes jerked up suddenly at the tone of Terra's voice. "When I told the guild what happened, they all left me in the dungeon. They said I wasn't allowed back in the guild or allowed to do raids until I spent some quality time with you."

Ven looked down at where their hands were nearly touching as they both still gripped the duffel bag's strap. "I'm really mad at you Terra. You've changed. You aren't the same guy I started dating."

"I know that. I'm going to change, I promise," Terra said insistently. "And the first thing I'm going to do is take you and your stuff back upstairs so I can give you a proper apology. If you'll let me, that is…"

Dropping the strap and his backpack, Ven practically launched himself at Terra, wrapping his arms around the taller boy's neck. "Look only at me for the rest of the night. Maybe then I'll accept your apology," he whispered into Terra's ear.

Terra smiled, his eyes a little watery as he gathered Ven up in his arms. "I think I can handle that." He pulled Ven back just enough to allow him to press kisses to his lover's nose, cheeks, and finally lips. He was about to just carry the smaller blond up to their dorm room for the official apology when a familiar ringtone emanated from Ven's pocket. With another small smile, he set his lover down and proceeded to pick up the bags and the pillow while Ven answered.

"Hello? Hey Aqua… Sorry, I got distracted. But I don't think I need to be picked up anymore. Sorry for making you drive all the way over here... Yeah, Terra came to his senses…. Yes, he is. Hang on a sec." Pulling the phone away from his ear, Ven held the mobile device out to Terra. "She wants to talk to you."

Interest piqued, Terra took the phone away from Ven and answered, "Hi Aqua."

"Are you really sorry for what you've been doing to him? To us?" Aqua's tone was accusatory.

"When I turned around again and saw Ven was gone, my heart broke," Terra replied honestly. "I never realized how much I was hurting him until he left. I'm glad he did it, though, and with his and your help, I'm going to get better."

Terra could hear Aqua sigh into the phone, but it sounded relieved. "Good. I'm sure Ven's going to set you up on some strict time regimen for your playing. As long as the two of you are okay, I'm satisfied."

Glancing over at Ven again, Terra noticed the slightly glazed look in his eye and the bloom of color on his cheeks, and he grinned. "You have nothing to worry about, Aqua. We're more than okay. Anyway, I gotta go so I can show Ven how sorry I am with my body. Talk to you later!" Ven's squawk of embarrassed surprise came over the line just before the call ended.

"Jerk! You aren't supposed to talk to Aqua about that stuff! It's private!" Ven cried. He smacked Terra on the shoulder before taking his phone back, shoving it into the pocket of his pants.

With a grin, Terra leaned down and pressed another short kiss to his lover's lips.

"I'm pretty sure she knows what we do in our private time, Ven. Don't get too worked up about it. Let's just go up to our room, so I don't run the risk of accidentally looking at anyone else tonight."

Grumbling under his breath, Ven reluctantly followed his lover over to the dorm elevator. "You're lucky you're cute," he muttered. "Otherwise you'd so be dead right now."