Helloooo VanVen fans!This'll be my first Kingdom Hearts story, and it's going to (honestly) be completely off the top of my head for the first few chapters.

I can help with some confusion that might arise, however~

Whoever is, in bold, named at the beginning of the chapter is from whose perspective the chapter will be told. Every other chapter will be told by Ventus, and the next will be told by Vanitas, and so on and so on. Ventus, Vanitas, Ventus, Vanitas, bla bla bla, until the story is done.

Each chapter will be the same events, just different POVs. So, chapter one and chapter two will be the same story, except 1 will be told by Ventus, and 2 will be told by Vanitas.

GET IT? :D

It'll get easier to understand soon, I promise. So, enjoy!

[I DO NOT OWN KINGDOM HEARTS OR SQUARE ENIX OR VENTUS OR VANITAS OR SORA OR ROXAS OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT SO THERE.]

Ventus; The Unveiling


Sora.

He was all I saw, all I wanted to see.

He was perfect.

There's no point in sitting here and pouring out all of my passionate prose on you. In case the first three sentences didn't sum it up nicely enough for you, I love him. Sora Leonhart is the epitome of optimism. His skin is toned an unearthly caramel from so much exposure to the sun, and his smile is almost unbearably dazzling in contrast. That trademark brunette hair of his is oh so touchably soft and disheveled, it's hard not to be jealous. My own blond locks are also notably messy and soft, though they're nothing in comparison to his.

Sora is calm, cool, and collected.

...Okay, not really. He's bouncy, energetic, bright, and sporadic; and I love it. Sora is one of those people who can just flit between groups of friends and lighten the mood everywhere he goes. No one has anything bad to say about him, I swear. The boy doesn't know the meaning of the word 'enemy'.

Me? Well, I'm just… me.

My teeth don't gleam, my skin doesn't glow, my laugh doesn't warm the very depths of bystander's hearts; I'm not Sora. Then again, no one is, but him.

I've only known Sora for three years, since we both entered into the same secondary school. He moved from some faraway land, where, evidently, the boys are bred to be angels and hunks. I know what I'm saying sounds so utterly cliché, but I can't help it. He caught my attention on day one, and he's kept it ever since.

My name is Ventus. My surname doesn't matter. My family is gone, except for my father. I survive, day-to-day, in a "cozy" two-room apartment with him. He has a steady job, and he keeps me fed. That's all you need to know.

I'm horribly average looking: My eyes are dull, oceanic blue, and my skin is sickly white. My hair is pleasantly blonde, and yet no one ever compliments it or envies it. Then again, no one ever compliments me, or envies me.

I have friends, they have names, they support me... but none of them could ever understand how fond I am over Sora. They haven't even caught on that I'm "queer", as they so lovely refer to it.

But, that's enough exposition for now; let's pick up right where my life started getting interesting; the day I met Sora #2.


"Let me know how the chemistry exam goes, Ventus!"

My name echoed out of his throat so perfectly, I could have melted right then and there.

"Can do, Sora!" I squeal out excitedly. Oh wow, how perky do I usually act when I'm with Sora? I hope I don't sound like that often...

Sora skips down the quad with a tune evident in his step, and I blissfully trail him with my eyes. Inaudibly sighing, I flip my bag onto my narrow, pathetic excuse for a shoulder, and head off on my way to chemistry.

It was the first day of the second semester of my junior year, and I was feeling randomly on-edge. I'd been haunted by this dreadful aura since yesterday afternoon, and my skin felt shockingly warm. I was always known as "the reptile" among my microscopic group of companions, considering how cold my skin always seemed. I was constantly at this low, chilled temperature, and it was just another aspect of myself that I knew drove people away from me.

Anyhow, chemistry. My favorite class. I'd expected to trot into the room, towards my usual stool, to take my usual notes, and to daydream over my usual thoughts, but today was different. I knew it would be, too, which confused me.

I slide past a few giggling red-headed girls who all seemed to be gawking and conversing over some object of attention in the direction of my stool. Curious.

My usual stool, which sat at the foot of a ceiling-high window, was occupied. What the hell?

There, on my perfect lookout spot, sat Sora.

No, wait, that can't be right.

His hair seemed darker, almost the color of a shadow itself. His skin was nowhere near as warm and deep as it usually was; now, it almost mimicked my own. And I could catch a glimpse of his eyes, so usually deep blue and mysterious, now frighteningly golden and sharply amber.

No, this wasn't Sora. This person was… pretty, but in my seat.

"Hey, you probably didn't know, but that's sort of my.. uhm, spot." I sputtered out. Confrontation made me uneasy, but I wouldn't settle for some new kid robbing me of my view.

Said boy, who I now noticed was both slender and defined in his torso and arms, lazily peeked at me through his unruly, dark hair. "Well, this is sort of.. uhm, a free country." he spat at me, obviously imitating my nervous tone. He saw my brows crease slightly, and an evilly handsome smirk danced across his face. He turned back towards the window, and I hesitantly decided to simply slide a nearby stool up next to him. I mean, why not sit next to a Sora clone?

Peering over his shoulder at me, Sora #2 spoke again, "That wasn't an invitation to sit next to me." I could hear the annoyance in his voice, and I gently smiled towards him.

"Free country." He perked his ears slightly, accepted my comeback, and returned his gaze to the sky.

The bell rang, and our teacher hurriedly took role and began the daily ritual of him barking out notes, and us furiously scribbling down what he said. I found it odd how no one paid this raven much attention, and how the teacher opted out of introducing him to the class. Certainly he was new? I'd never noticed him before, and, knowing me, I easily would have if he had been here before. I'd notice anyone who mirrored my perfect Sora. Eww, how possessive am I sounding lately?

Unexpectedly, Sora #2 spun my stool around 'til he completely faced me, then, resting his elbow on the table and his jaw on his hand, he fixated those captivating eyes onto me. "So, does the witty little smartass have a name?" he questioned.

Keeping my head forward, I narrowed my eyes in his direction, "Any reason a thief like you should care?"

Feigning distress, he quietly shot back, "A thief? Why, how could you accuse a stranger of such a misdeed!" towards the end of his sentence, he swooned his free hand over his forehead, then peered at me with that same, devilish grin. "This window's rad, and the view was too good to pass up."

I nodded, copying his stance and placing my chin on the palm of my right hand. Trying to look as uninterested as possible in our conversation, I angrily murmured, "That's exactly why I always sit there." It was obvious he took solace in my frustrated act.

This time, he smirked wider, giving me a perfect view at his top teeth, which were stunning and sharp. Man, he was really similar to Sora. This could be fun. "Well, anyhow, I care because it's not every day I get the chance to meet the infamous Roxas Strife."

If I had had any liquid in my mouth, I surely would have shot it at the person in front of me. Dropping both of my arms, I sharply turned my head to glare at the slim boy, now genuinely furious at what he had said. "I am NOT Roxas!" I stated, a bit too loudly. Students within our circumference were beginning to murmur and scowl at our blatant disregard for the chemistry lesson. Wow, I'd almost completely forgotten that we were in class, with dozens of other people. This kid was soaking up all of my attention. "And I despise getting mistaken for him."

Sora #2 apologetically put his hands up in a 'woah, my bad' manner, letting a disappointed frown take over his features. Oh, so he's let down that I'm not Roxas? Fine, that's the only reason most people make contact with me anyways, why should this guy be any different?

See, Roxas Strife is this wealthy, laid-back boy a year younger than me, yet he's so bright that he skipped into our year. Roxas is the complete foil to Sora; he's collected, reserved, and realistically logical about the world. Yet, even with the negative air he carries, everyone is still drawn to him. He's probably the second most easily recognized kid in this whole town, and I loathe people assuming that I'm either Roxas himself, or a close relative. I'm neither, and proud of it.

Noticing that the dark boy to my left still seemed both apologetic and upset, I scooted down one stool to my right, and began catching up in the notes I'd been lagging behind in, enraged and unfocused.

"Well if you're not Roxas, then what's your name, hmm?"

Startled, I looked over to see him in the stool I was previously perched on. Scowling again, I spat out, "You definitely don't care, you're just trying to be polite, which is surprising from how you've acted thus far." And with that, I returned to my notes. I heard a faint 'tut', and now I could peripherally see him leaning, once again, on his hand, staring intently at my face. I dramatically rolled my eyes and leered at him, hoping he'd get the message. I assumed that since he smirked again, my message went unread.

"Ventus. That's a striking name." he smiled, shockingly sweetly. My eyebrows rose in confusion, until I saw his gilded eyes flick down towards my notes, and I realized he'd seen my scrawled out name across the top.

"Clever." I bitterly stated. To my surprise, for the third time this class, the bell sounded, and the scholars around us rustled out noisily, leaving Sora #2 and I alone. "What? Where did Mr. L go?" I gaped around curiously, seeing that my teacher had fled with the rest of the crowd. The door was still wide open, and I remembered that I needed to hurry home to my father. It was movie night, and it was one of the few nights each month that I didn't dread leaving this place.

I froze as I felt a couple of bony fingers dancing up and down the upper portion of my back. The finger's dancing increased speed, and I shivered, letting out a tiny 'eep' at the tickling sensation on my icy spine. "Who cares." I heard the boy breathe lazily behind me. He walked three of his fingers up towards the nape of my neck, and abruptly flattened his hand out there. Still paralyzed, I hardly reacted when his hand curved over one of my shoulders. I did, however, let out another 'eep' as he jerked me backwards. With a dulled thud, I landed in a somewhat sitting position on his stretched out legs. He wrapped his clothed arms around my chest, leaving his left hand directly over my ribs, while his right hand resumed dancing up and down my pectoral region.

Widening my eyes angrily, I blurted out, "Geez, you're a bit too touchy-feely!"

"If you have a problem with it, then fight back." He blatantly spoke.

..Wait, he had a point. I wasn't doing anything to stop him… Well, it's not every day that you have a Sora-clone sensitively toying with you while he firmly embraces you. It was so warm there, and so unfamiliarly pleasant. But, it was still odd. And I was getting more uncomfortable the more I thought about it.

Baring my own fairly sharp teeth, I hissed quickly, and took a hold of both of his wrists. Whatever move I had planned after that faded, however, as I took in the heat of his skin. He was dressed in a black dress shirt, and tight, dark blue jeans, so it could be safe to assume that he was a bit warm indoors, but this was more than just a bit warm. His skin had a pang of intensity and constant warmth to it. I was perplexed and interested, so I just sat there dumbly, with my hands chained onto his wrists.

I heard him 'hmph' contentedly, and that brought me back to the awkward position we were in. Gathering the willpower, I carefully pried his arms off of my chest and to the sides of my hips, which I now noticed were tremendously close to his nether regions. Flushing pink, I released his wrists and propelled myself forward, only to fly into my stool and fall limply over it, now that the wind was knocked out of me.

"Wow, dinner and a show." He purred behind me, and it took me a good ten seconds to realize what he meant. I felt my cheeks heat up even further, acknowledging that I was simply bent over this stool, giving him a splendid eyeful of my jean-covered ass.

Frantically, I pushed the stool forward, slamming it onto the floor as I rushed to grab my belongings, and flee out of the door.

A deep, soft chuckling was all I could hear as I tore through the halls and out of the school.


Woo, chapter ones always suck... woo!

FYI, this will NOT be a SorVen story, nor a VaniRok story! I swear!

They're going to be reoccuring characters, but they ARE NOT going to be paired. So, if that was what you were looking forward to, turn back now. I plan to have chapter two up by either tonight or tomorrow night! My goal is to have the two chapters that are the same (just told from different perspectives) up very close to one another. The next few chapters... well, they may take a while to get out. I'm being honest. I feel it's only fair to warn you.

So, please review, let me know how you think it's starting out, and I'll have the next chapter up and rolling ASAP!

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