AN: I do not own kingdom hearts nor any of it's components. This is a making based on the free use section 107 thanks!
:Takes place after Aqua meets the boy in the mask for the first time:
Brief note: This is AU. In other words what I thought should have happened if I had owned KH lol Nah I wouldn't have changed it. I would have made a sequel for Vanitas and his laugh :D
Italics: memory
'fapfapfap': thoughts
"nomnomnom": speak
Bold: shrugs
okies!
On with the story!
Chapter One: Darkness is evil, right?
Vanitas cowered under the man he called Master, under the fist that was beating him.
"Caring is vulnerability!"
"Vulnerability is Weakness!"
"Weakness is unacceptable!"
Each statement was punctuated with a powerful punch, mostly to his face.
"You do not care about them!"
"You do not feel happiness or friendship!"
"You can't"
"For you do not truly exist."
One last kick into his stomach made him crumble in pain.
Vanitas shut his eyes and grimaced, repeating a mantra in his head, 'It doesn't exist. I don't exist. Block it out. Don't scream!'
"Put that mask back on."
The fight with Aqua had not gone as he had planned. He lay sprawled on his back, spread eagle, as the sounds from battle ebbed into silence. No, not as planned at all. His mask was stifling as he listened to her footsteps cautiously come towards him. Everything HURT.
'It doesn't exist. I don't exist. Block it out. Don't scream!' he repeated the mantra he's so well versed in. He wouldn't let them hurt him. He clenched his eyes closed as he heard her breath as she leaned down over him. When he heard her fingers clamp down around his helmet he let out an almost insane laugh. 'Who are you?' she asked. 'I am no one.' he thought automatically back at her. She backed away quickly as he brought himself back up to a fighting stance. ouch!
Amid the ruins of battle, she stood there glaring at him. 'How dare you' was written on her brow. He winced and tried to form the black portal to take him back to his master…that was before he remembered the pain he would feel if he were to let on that she hurt him without destroying her. His legs grew shaky as he stood there staring ahead of him. No, his master would not be pleased.
One of his legs crumpled under him and his other slammed into the ground hard. "Who are you!" she repeated in fury. Weapon not dropping in the slightest. Not even when he crumpled, obviously spent. He let himself smirk at that. He'd done his job well if they were that afraid of him. Slowly though, the smirk dropped. He decided he didn't like that accomplishment. She couldn't see his face anyways.
As the staring contest commenced he turned away. He did not like being asked that question, for he did not know the answer to it. " I am…" he began and stopped. "Why are you doing this?" she asked in frustration.
"I don't know…" he answered solemnly. His answer surprised him and the blue haired girl in front of him. She relaxed an almost imperceptible amount " Then why?" she asked, tears brimming on her lids. And suddenly it felt like the pressure that had built up in his chest had came pouring out of his eyes. A strange phenomenon. Why was a strange liquid coming from his eyes? Was it contagious? He glanced over at the girl in front of him. She looked so sad…and he remembered that emotion at least.
He let out a strangled sob. "What…" he heard from before him. But that didn't matter right now. At the moment it felt like he was not in control. Was someone doing something to him? Another one bubbled from his mouth. Still perched on one of his knees, he bent over to place a hand on the ground. As if stabilizing his body would somehow stabilize the chaos in his mind. Memories kept repeating themselves over and over.
The great emptiness he felt after being born. Seeing a part of him lying prone on the floor before him. A man he called master teaching him emotions were weak and fruitless. The unversed coming forth out of him when he successfully staved off the need to feel. His master being happy with him. His master being angry with him. His master beating him when he allowed himself to smile the first time. His master telling him how ugly he was when he took his helmet off to breath after a training session. Him never being allowed to take off his helmet for that reason. Memories about dark times where he would hold in a deep sadness, where he would be beaten and manipulated, where he felt completely alone in the world and where he watched his other, desperately wanting to join in with him and his friends. Everything that he held back came rushing forth.
His eyes snapped open as he felt a soft hand on his shoulder. "Come on now…" he heard her say. He raised his head towards her voice. She looked completely confused, her tears probably long disappeared. What was she doing? Noticing that the boy in front of her was looking at her, she reached up slowly to take his helmet once more. He watched, frozen, as she did so. Would she be more afraid of him if she saw his face? He would be ugly he knew, but would that scare her away? Somehow, though he knew he shouldn't, he felt that she would be terrified and that frightened him. Why?
He sat terrified as she lifted the heavy equipment off of him. He clenched his eyes closed and he felt the liquid slip out even still. There was silence around him. No piercing scream. No loud angry voice. No smack when he felt the air on his face. Nothing like his master had lead him to believe. Instead there was silence. His sobs struggled to get out causing him to breath in in shallow gasps. "Hey…calm down a little. You're gonna hurt yourself more." A gentle hand on his face.
He opened his eyes to look at her. Her face was stony although she didn't seem angry. "How'd you get so beat up?" she asked softly. "I never managed to touch your face…" Her hand brushed at a particularly large bruise around his cheek bone. He blinked. "Master…" he didn't know why but being around her made him want to be truthful. Her eyes seemed to shine with something unreadable. Why was she being so…nice…was that the word? "Are you hurt anywhere else?" he looked at her blankly "Right. Probably everywhere then. I know I got your side pretty good."
He could feel the liquid building up in his eyes again. "Why?" he choked out. "Why what?" she blinked owlishly at him. "Why are you being..nice?" he asked as he felt the liquid escape through his lids once more. Her lips flattened out into a thin line. "Why are you crying?" she questioned back. "Is that what its called." he reached up and removed his glove. He wiped at the liquid with the back of his hand. "Well…yes, they're called tears…" she seemed unsure of this knowledge of the boy in the mask. "How old are you? she asked changing the subject. "I don't know." he answered honestly.
Something in her face changed. Something he couldn't understand. He looked away from her. "I'm just weak." he said out loud to himself not intending her to hear. "That's not true." she said, interrupting his train of thought. "You were really hard to beat. And…crying doesn't make you weak. It's when you don't. That's what makes you weaker." she affirmed. He looked over at her confused.
"Come on." She nodded to herself. "You're coming with me." He looked up at her in panic. "NO!" he tried to move away from her but ended up on his back as he turned away. He never felt so pathetic in his life…well, besides that one time long ago. "Don't worry I'm not gonna hurt you." She emphasized. "Promise?" he asked timidly. Her eyes widened before she smiled "I promise. And I won't let the others hurt you either." She held up her pinky. "See?" He looked at her like she was crazy. "What's that for?"
"hmm?" she glanced at her pinky "oh, it's to seal the promise!" She grabbed his hand and lifted it. "You twist your pinky around mine and the promise is sealed. It's called a pinky promise."
"but the pinky is the weakest part of your hand…" he trailed off but allowed his pinky to take hers. "Maybe. But showing your weak side to a friend makes your bond grow tighter. It's about faith." he cocked his head to the side "faith?" he asked unsure. "When you step out on a limb and trust somebody even if they haven't yet proved to be true. That takes faith. They finished their pinky promise slowly. "I need you to trust me so it seemed fitting."
"You don't seem like a bad guy, just confused. I want to help you." she said earnestly. He peered at her through his golden orbs. "I mean, just because your eyes are gold doesn't make you bad." she scoffed. (1) "Can you walk?" she asked in the same breath. "maybe…you sure do talk a lot." he told her as he moved to stand with her help. In any case he couldn't go back to his master. There would only be a lot of pain and torment for months because he lost. Might as well strike it out on his own.
She stuck her tongue out at him "So?" she grabbed his arm and helped him to walk noticing his wobble even before they started to move. "Someone needs to be the talkative one here." she winked at him. WTF? did that even mean. He rolled his eyes and let a small smirk fall back on his face. "You know you remind me of another friend I have."
(1) Doesn't anyone else notice that gold eyes usually signify a being of darkness? XD
No pairings but you can say Vanitas/Aqua if you want.
Dunno if i'm gonna continue this or not.
Maybe if there is enough reviews 3
