"Mister, would you like a flower?"
It was amazing how easily the question caught him off guard. Any other day he would have snapped her neck, ripped out her throat, and laughed as she died.
But not today. He didn't know why. Maybe it was because this irritable world was beginning to affect him. This terrible world...what was it called again? Radiant Gardens? Heh. Gardens couldn't be radiant. They were far too pretty to be beautiful.
Maybe it was because she was starting to rub off on him. That girl with ocean blue hair and cobalt eyes. That girl with a heart so sickeningly full of light, it hurt to look at her. That girl, who he couldn't stop looking at even though her radiance burned his eyes. Maybe she had somehow corrupted his darkness. Maybe.
He didn't know why all he did was wrinkle his nose and say, "Beat it, kid," instead of simply blasting her away. A good firaga would have done. Gone forever. Maybe it was fate that this girl, this girl with maroon hair and purple eyes was stubborn as heck and couldn't take a message.
"Mister, you look sad," Honestly. These goody-two-shoes were annoying him, with their bright colors and happiness and hearts full of light.
"So what? It's not like anyone cares."
The girl frowned at this, dark creases forming on her forehead as her purple eyes flashed indigo. "Take a flower, mister. You have to feel better then!" And then, as cheerfully as any five-year-old could, she pranced away.
Maybe it was fate that Vanitas sat on that same bench in Radiant Gardens for hours, staring at a flower. Fate, yes.
But it had to be destiny that Kairi never forgot those spiky, messy, black locks or those hypnotizing golden eyes...even if she did trade them in for brown and blue.
Nobody died. How utterly shocking. It still has somewhat of an ethereal feel however.
That still doesn't make up for this one shot's disturbingly distinct lack of darkness.
Writing Time: Unknown.
Editing Time: Many a hour.
Contemplating Time: Weeks.
~Quoth Raven, Nevermore