Darkness
It filled his veins and pumped through his body. He was made of it, and he loved it. He felt the strength pouring into his muscles. He felt alive again, literally. How long had he been waiting, waiting for his release into the multi-verse? It seemed like ages, long sickening days that blurred to weeks to days to the point he no longer counted the time. Instead, Vanitas just grew angrier. The anger fueled the Darkness, or that was what the raven- haired man liked to think.
All thoughts stopped when he fell out of a portal, onto the cobble stone street. A puddle of liquid darkness fell after him, and covered his naked, scarred body. It moved, slithered around his pale skin until it made itself into clothing, fitting him like a glove. With a slight groan, Vanitas sat up. That hurt. He would once again have to get used to being in his old body.
He rubbed his head, and his glowing yellow eyes scanned his surroundings. Immediately, a scowl found its way to his lips. It was twilight, where the sun seemed to hang in the air and the sky was covered in blended colors of red, orange, pink and such. Little puffy clouds passed by as the wind pushed them on. The whole town was bathed in an orange glow, and it looked like something out of a romance novel.
It was absolutely disgusting.
And it was the perfect place for Vanitas to wreck havoc and chaos. He stood, a sadistic smirk on his face now, eyes wild with insane fire. He rolled his shoulders back, and took a step forward—to get hit in the back of the head with a Frisbee. He stumbled forward a bit, and with a low growl, he spun around to find… children, annoying little things that were giggling their bosoms off. Vanitas smiled, leaning back from his fighting stance. He picked up the Frisbee, and proceeded to walk over to the children. He held out the Frisbee to them. They gave each other a puzzled look, and when one went to grab them, Vanitas threw the neon green thing onto the highest building he found. He snickered as he walked off.
Too bright, it was too bright. Blinded by the source of the warmth and light, a slender, pale arm raised itself up to block it out from the eye, the other hidden by bangs. This girl, with long steel blue hair and crimson red eyes, stood in the street with her school messenger bag held close to her hip. She turned away from the sun, her hair seeming to shimmer in the sun's ray, and her pale skin glowed, like fresh fallen snow. It didn't help that the school blouse she wore was white; it just made her seem paler.
With a sigh, she made her way up the hill to the sandlot. Her face never relaxed, nor tensed. It remained in its emotionless state, like nothing in the world could alter it, or rather; she didn't care enough to express any emotion.
The sandlot was empty, which was odd at this time. By now, Seifer would already pick a fight with the blonde, Hayner, and his friends. Perhaps she should have just gone home to change. With yet another soft sigh, she dropped her bag on one of the benches and took a seat, crossing her legs in a lady like fashion. It was only a few minutes when Seifer's loud, obnoxious laughter filled the sandlot, striding in with his 'friends' by his side. He looked over at the steel- blue haired girl and frowned.
"Your late, Fuu." He grunted, setting his struggle bat on his shoulders. Fuu just shrugged. The older boy grunted, and went back to his friends. As of late, Fuu had been distancing herself from her 'friends'. They weren't really friends, in her opinion. They were just people who got stuck together during the war and were now stuck together as they tried to live normal lives. Fuu reached behind her head, pretending to scratch it, when she actually touched the numbers tattooed on the back of her neck. 032651, a number she would never forget. She pulled her hand away and folded both on her lap.
That's when she noticed the dark figure out of the corner of her eye. Black hair, taller than her, and wearing some black and red vein-y thing on his body. A threat, her mind raced, going back to the old days of war. She wanted to look at him and find his weak points, take him apart piece by piece in her mind, finding ways to make whoever it was scream. She closed her eyes quickly and pushed the thoughts of her darker self aside. She had put that side away in storage in a pathetic attempt of trying to be 'normal', though her darker self reminded her that the numbers on her neck said otherwise.
"HEY!" Seifer's voice interrupted her thoughts, and her eyes shot open. Seifer was making his way to the stranger. Fuu sighed. Seifer was not like her, he didn't break down his enemy. Instead, he just went head on and found out their weaknesses through experience... which is why he ended up losing most of the time. Fuu made no move to join the others in ganging up on the stranger; she decided to just watch from the bench. She turned her head, and raised an eyebrow. His hair was jet black, his eyes a glowing yellow that seemed deathly bright in the shadows in which he stood. There was a odd symbol on his chest—in fact, all of his clothing was odd. It was a design you would more than likely find on those anime shows, and not here. He had pale skin, almost as pale as hers, from what she could see. His pale lips turned up into a smirk; Fuu couldn't help but notice that his muscles seemed to tense slightly as Seifer approached him. He was going to attack.
Well, this was rather amusing. His first fight and it seemed he was going to fight someone weaker than him. Oh well, as long as he got to kill.
"Hello…" Vanitas greeted, if could be called a greeting. His eyes were cold and reproachful, his stance slightly threatening. He could feel all their eyes on him—and another set off to the side that was not in his line of view, as he focused on the three men—well, two and a midget. The one with the black beanie only glared at the other, trying to size him up.
"Who are you? You're new around here, get off our turf." Seifer growled threateningly. Vanitas' eyes widened and he burst into laughter. The others looked at him, taken aback. "I'm serious, get out or the Twilight Town Disciplinary Committee will show you a thing or two." Vanitas only laughed harder, a hardly sane laugh that echoed off the walls of the sandlot. Enraged, Seifer pulled out his struggle bat and struck the man right on his head. The laughter cut off. It was eerily silent without it. Vanitas stood there, with a Struggle bat being pushed hard against his forehead. He didn't even stumble. A sick smile grew upon his lips, showing off his teeth, eerie, really eerie.
Then, it was so quick that it took a moment to process. He was fast, unbelievably fast. His right hand smacked away the struggle bat to the right, and his left hand rose up and connected with Seifer's face, throwing the younger man flying back. Vanitas snickered darkly, the brown skinned boy and midget slowly backing away. They were frightened. He took in their fear with great joy, before taking a step towards them. They jumped back, yelling something, before scrambling off. He suddenly became aware of a presence off to his side with some amusement and turned to whoever it was. He raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised that this woman was still here- he looked her up and down, almost smirking—and in a school uniform none the less.
"I'm feeling merciful…" He purred as he took slow steps towards her. "So, if I were you, I'd get my ass out of here." He chuckled, putting a finger under her chin and lifting her head up. He tilted his head, and stared. Her visible eye was a crimson red, a color he'd never seen before, thinking his eyes were unique. He kind of liked them, the way it contrasted against her pale skin. "Hn…" He grunted softly. A small, strong hand grabbed his, and he felt like his bones were crushing as she held his hand in an iron grip. She smiled- a sadistic smile- as she grabbed the back of his head with her other hand and brought it down against her knee with a loud, sickening crack. The petite woman threw him away like a ragged doll with no purpose. Vanitas was stunned, falling back with slight wide eyes. He held his broken jaw as the darkness worked quickly to fix it. He growled softly and stood, spitting blood to the side.
Oh, now it was on.