Hai everyone! This is my first fanfiction, and I'm not sure if it's any good or not. :/ I hope it's worth it, eventually, though!

Um, I don't own Kingdom Hearts.

Happy Pills

Monday morning.

In the perfect world God had given humanity, Monday mornings were one thing Ventus hated the most. It ment that he had to get up early to go to work. Normally, he enjoyed being an early riser but the first day of the week at his job was always...

Ventus Windchaser worked at a mental insitution for people who are not so happy in the noggin'. He dealt with depressed people, angry people, sad people, suicidal people, basically people who are odd in the eys of others. Things had gone smoothly, he was well liked at the institution. Mainly because he treated them like people and not like patients. He didn't call out "Room Forty-two! Please step down for your daily diagnosis!" He called out something like, "Hey, Johnny! Time ta visit Doctor whats-his-name! And don't pretend like you forgot!"

But of course, there were no Johnny's in the program. And there were no doctors called "Whats-his-name".

But you get the idea.

He enjoyed his job, overall. But on Monday mornings, after two days of being away from people- not patients- who were emotionally attached to him. Which ment they got... Clingy.

Sighing to himself, he stepped out of his small house he'd fought tooth and nail for, and walking to his car. Things were going to be fine. Noe one missed him that much. The nurse's at the institution would take care of them. They were fine.

Not.

As soon as he walked through the door, he was tackled by a familiar blue-haired woman. Her name was Aqua, and she suffered from sever depression and axiety issues. He didn't blame her. She was told by doctors everywhere that no matter how hard she tried, she would not be able to produce an offspring. And when she was finally pregnant she was in a car crash, the baby dead. It crushed her.

"Hey, Aqua," Ventus said cheerfully, hugging the familiar woman. She was in sobs, crying out things like, "My baby." And "Please don't go anywhere ever again."

She was a year older than him, yet she considered him to be here child.

"Ventus." A voice called from behind. Uh-oh. That voice...

"Hey, Terra," Ven chirped, trying to pry Aqua off him. Terra was a nice guy- the best- but whenever you had Aqua involved...

"Hello." He replied dryly, his eye's on Aqua.

"Go away Terra, I hate you!" Aqua screamed, lashing out at the man. He pinned her arms to her side, only releasing when she burst into tears, running off.

He'd have to check and see if bipolar was on her list of mental issues.

"So, Terra, how's it going?" Ventus tried to ask.

He knew what was coming as soon as his arm snapped back, and then forward.

Gotta love those anger issues.

His nose was in a wreck, and one nurse who was passing by, saw this and tranqilized Terra.

"Ven? You okay?" She asked, kneeling beside him. He nodded, standing up but keeping his eyes closed. He could smell all of he blood on the plain white floors, and looking would only make him vomit.

"J-Just take me to t-the bathroom." He said, trying to breath through his mouth. He felt her tugging on his arm, leading her to the mens washroom.

"Do you need me to come in?" She asked. He shook his head, no, before stepping inside. Opening his eyes, he grimaced. There was a lot of blood on his shirt. Which ment...

Turning to the two glass mirrors handing by the sinks, he grimaced at his face. His nose was oddly out of shape, and his blood was running down his chin and cheeks like a river.

He quickly turned on the hot water, grabbing a paper towle as he did so.

"This can not be happening..." He murmered, weeting the paper towels and pressing them gingerly to his nose.

He froze when he felt a hand... down there.

"Why hello, Ventus." Oh no. He'd heard that voice. It was all to familiar. Memories flashed back into his mind.

The touch. The feel. The kisses. The dance... The balloons... The cameras... The clothes...The humiliation...

The man who single handedly ruined his life was standing behind him, touching his crotch. Assuming he wasn't a worker, that could only mean he was a patient. Oh no. If he was a worker, he could be ignored. If he was a patient.

Oh no... Not again... Not again, not again, not again... Ventus slowly look up to the mirror, seeing his own face fist. Moving his eyes slowly, his saphire eyes connected with mischievious amber ones.

Those memories, the horror, the torment, the unbelievable humilation and depression Ventus had felt throughout the years all came rushing back when the man behind him gave his signature smirk.

"Vanitas."

I don't really know where I'm going with this but I hope it was okay!

PLEASE REVIEW! :3 AND PLEASE BE NICE... PLEASE?