Okay here's part two of the first chapter but before I start my rant first things first^^
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Sooo~ before you read this chapter I'll warn you again not to take Vanitas too seriously and I do think it's best that only open minded people would read it. I wouldn't want people to get offended. Though I would need your opinion on what he says in this chapter (as I said before, you'll see why in the next chapters).
If something sounds strange please tell me, english isn't my native language.
- Oh one last thing! In this chapter I've cited two philosophers, well three to be exact, can you tell me who they are? :p -
Life
8th of May, 2549
«Life, I've concluded after much thought, is meaningless. There is no sense in what happens around us. There's no meaning to our existence. Our lives, our reality is merely something controlled by the laws of physics.»
There's no magic in life.
«Everything that us, conscious creatures, have created is imperfect, and cannot surely be compared to the grandness of "Mother Nature". After all, "she" has a good eternity ahead of us in perfecting her skills. How could we possibly make up for the "time" we have lost just reaching this pitiable level of consciousness we have now?»
We're imperfect.
«Good and bad, sin and virtue, light and darkness; these are merely concepts that humans have created to have some sort of balance, something to hold on to, something to stop them from falling in that spiral of confusion and insanity. A lifeboat if you will.
As our dear old Shakespeare said so many centuries ago:
There's nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
Now think about it: isn't he right? Almost everything we believe in, with maybe the exception of science has absolutely no real meaning unless we give it significance-»
«When you say everything, do you refer to religion too?»
I lift my eyes giving him a lazy grin, expecting such an obvious question.
«Why of course, do you truly believe that something as grand as God can be understood by the likes of us? Humans are truly laughable, aren't they?» I chuckle «more like pitiable, how could they possibly believe that they could actually give a meaning to the word God. It's absurd-»
«Does that mean that you do not believe in God?» the man inquires trying, and failing, to hide a skeptical look.
Lolling my head to the side I shift my eyes towards the candid wall, seemingly in thought, while in truth I was thinking of a way I could shut him up for good for interrupting me for the second time today.
«It depends on what you mean.» I continue on regardless of my dark temptations «If by God you refer to something like "he who created us along with all our believes", then no.»
The man lifted an eyebrow in wonder before folding a leg on top of the other «Once a great philosopher said that we have the idea of "infinity" and "eternity" thanks to God's imprinting. Do you not agree with this statement?»
I chuckle «Eternity, infinity… do you truly believe that such things aren't among us? Everything we see around us is an eternal cycle that will never stop even if you die. Nature and its seasons. From the way the cells that form us function, to the functionality of human society-»
«That doesn't make much sense.» he interrupts with a frown.
I let out another amused chuckle «I never expected someone like you to understand. You're way too young. Not mention I wouldn't expect much from this kind of society. After all, you have banned science from your culture as if it were a plague.»
The man frowns in contempt «Science has brought destruction upon our world. Obviously the war that happened back in the year 2221 is a clear message from God to stop such culture of evil, do you not agree?»
«So you would rather hide behind such obviously invented figures, rather then face reality?» I ask innocently, cocking my head to the side in mock wonder.
«By figures do you mean God?» he obviously evades the question.
«Yes, God.» I resist the urge to roll my eyes«you are aware that our ancestors, to explain what happened around them, once used the word "God" as an excuse?» I pause staring intently at the man (a boy from my point of view) in front of me before making a loud booming noise «Thunder! Oh there goes Zeus.» next a let out a high-pitched whistle «Hey that chick is hot. Oh ho must be the work of our dear Goddess Aphrodite-»
«Do you not believe in love?» the man chuckles trying to act unfazed by my little performance.
«I have no interest in such things» I cut short «Gods,» I continue as I stare kenly in his eyes emphasizing the "s", my being filling up with glee as he scowls angrily «they are merely needed for the weak; people who aren't able to accept the fact that our existence has no meaning. Or at least what we mean by "meaning"» I let out twisted laugh. «Man, isn't that confusing?»
«Doesn't seem like you're coping well with the idea either.»
I shake my head «It's hard, it's maddening, it's insane.» I flash my yellow eyes at him as one of my signature grins slowly found it's way on my face «But I'd rather believe in this… madness as you would call it… then to believe that the world is controlled by a "God".» I scoff in disgust at the mere thought.
The man opens his mouth to retort something else before snapping it closed and shaking his head in dismay.
«I believe that's enough.» he says as he turns towards the fuming man leaning against the wall directly behind him.
«Very well, sir.» the brunet said gritting his teeth before the doctor nodded and left the room.
When the door slammed closed the inspector turned towards me with a glare.
«You're very good at feigning madness. Too good.»
I let out an insane laugh deepening the scowl perpetually etched on the man's face.
«On contrary my dear friend, what I said is actually what I believe.» I chuckle lightly, «well, more or less.»
«Then you are a truly mad?» he asks as he glares at me more intensely.
I laugh again «Oh my-» I laugh even louder «-you're making me feel like Hamlet here, inspector Wolverine.»
The man bared he's teeth in fury unknowingly showing how perfect the nickname, I so lovingly donned him with, was for him.
«That's inspector Terra Wolf, Vanitas. Don't make me repeat myself again or-»
«Or what?» I chuckle «you'll attack a madman? That wouldn't do well on your curriculum I'm afraid. Plus aren't you tired of giving empty threats all the time? I'm pretty sure we'll find each other in the same position in a few months or so.»
Terra slammed his fists on the wooden table making my grin widen in satisfaction «Vanitas, you're thief, are fraud, a kidnapper-»
«Oh come now. Borrowing your cousin for a few hours can't possibly count as "kidnapping", not counting the fact that he's twenty-four years old, so I wouldn't exactly call him a kid, you know.»
«-and a murderer.» he finished with a growl ignoring my little rant. «Do you truly think that you can escape death penalty this time?»
«Now, that I think about it, your cousin was quite feisty-»
That immediately caught his attention making his eyes narrow in response «Stay away from him Vanitas.» the inspector said with a deadly tone. You know the kind of tone that would make the toughest of men run for their mummy? That kind. Too bad it didn't faze me in the least.
«Or what?» I challenge him again «you'll call upon your beloved God?» I shake my head in disbelief «and here I thought that in 2549 humans would be over such idiocy.» I provoke him.
He takes a deep breath calming in vain his nerves «It doesn't matter how much you taunt me Vanitas. You won't go to an insane asylum this time-»
«I still wonder how they were able to ban science.» I wonder out loud «But I have to admit it was smart move done by politicians, it's easier to control ignorant citizens.» I turn towards him «and anyway I think that my little show before quite convinced that lame excuse of a psychiatrist, you know. And did you know that psychology is a form of science? I think you should revise your culture here. It seems a bit, I don't know, contradictory?» I add with a grin.
Taking another deep breath through his teeth Terra once again decides to ignore my insult towards his society «Do you think the jury will be so stupid as to let you go there after the tenth time you've escaped-»
I interrupt him with a tut «I think we're forgetting something vitally important here.» my tone turned a tad darker.
In a blink of an eye I appear in front of him, leaning almost casually against the table he was gripping with his hands «shall I remind you, that you and I, are the only ones aware that all of those crimes are related to me?» I flash feral grin at him as he leans backwards and bristles in pure rage «you can pretend all you want that this isn't happening. But the truth remains that for everybody else, the little stunt I pulled this morning is the only little black splotch marring my otherwise perfect curriculum.»
The man stands tall and glares at me «If by "little black splotch" you mean murdering three innocent civilians and taking Cloud hostage, then they are right. You truly are out of your mind.»
«Why that's awfully kind of you Wolverine» I jump backwards sitting on the table behind me, ignoring the growl directed at my person «but you know I can't help but notice that you're trying with all you're wolfish might to evade the problem here. Well, actually,» I steal a packet of cigarettes from his front pocket «more like your problem.» I flip the packet open and place the cigarette between my lips «this little situation is only adding to my own personal amusement.» I mumble before lighting a cigarette.
«I don't know how you're doing it» he slowly retorts not even trying to retrieve his stolen goods «but your ties with the big stuff in society aren't going to keep you away from death much longer.»
I let out a booming laugh as smoke spills out of my lips.
«My, my aren't you an amusing human.» I leap on top of the table taking another deep drag from the cancer stick. «Actually,» I blow the fumes out of my nose «listen to this. What if it wasn't me that's causing all this bullshit but it were actually your own mind gone overdrive?»
The wolf man snarls in confusion «the hell are you talking about?»
I laugh again «No this is quite good actually.» I mumble to myself «What if,» I turn towards him staring him down «you were going mad? What if I don't actually exist? What if it's all in your pretty little head.» I said, tapping my temple for emphasis.
«Don't even try messing with me, Vanitas. It won't work» he shouts angrily but the glare in his eyes diminishes for a fraction of a second making me bare my teeth as my grin grew. A crack is all you need to breakdown a castle.
«Are you sure? Don't you think that this little predicament isn't just a little too weird?» the inspector frowns angrily «Think about it. You're the only one who remembers me doing all those crimes and yet I've been on tons of newspapers and whatnot.» I wave my hand as I crush my unfinished cigarette under my boot «It doesn't matter how many "ties" I have around the world, it's impossible to shut an entire nation up. Admit it Inspector Wolf,» I crouch coming face to face with him «you're going insane.»
The brunet lets out a distressed shout before grabbing me by my neck and throwing me to the ground.
«That's it Terra!» I laugh loudly «let all that madness consume you!»
Before the enraged inspector could choke the life out of me someone grabbed him from behind and held him back with all their strength.
«What are you doing Terra! Are you out of your mind?» grunted the blue haired chick.
«Crazy would be the right word Miss.» I smile "pleasantly" at the woman «Seems like someone needs to go an insane asylum more than I do.» I chuckle.
Aqua sent me a death glare ordering me to shut the fuck up with just her heated gaze. In this society sending people to an insane asylum is equivalent to sending them to their death; you see there isn't much you can do if you don't have any decent doctors to fix you up. So once they determine there isn't much they can do for you, they send you to the only person who – they think – can. God.
The reason why Inspector Wolf doesn't want me to go there in any case? Well, let's just say I'm a master in getting what I want.
I bring my hands up in mock defeat «don't get your panties in a twist, Aqua. I'm just speaking the truth, ya know.»
Aqua frowns in confusion, just as I had expected «How do you know my name?»
«You've got to be kidding me,» groans Terra «it's always the same guy Aqua!»
«This again? Terra, you've got to listen to me. I know that guy killed your cousin. I can understand that it hurts, I really do but,» she says sternly, though I could sense sadness in her eyes.
I roll my eyes, don't tell me they're going to get all mushy on me. «you've got to get over it. Or you'll be forced to get yourself checked. You could lose everything! Do you actually think he would want this for you? Not only that but it seems as if you're obsessed with that guy, we're all worried sick about you Terra!»
«I'm not insane!» cries Terra in distress as I laugh manically fully getting in to the mentally disordered character I've just created. Although it isn't that hard, Terra is truly amusing.
«Shut the fuck up Vanitas!» he barks at me as he tries to lounge at me, thankfully Aqua was able to hold him back with little difficulty. Mildly I wonder if she took some sort of male hormones to gain that sort of strength and I ask her just that, earning another heated glare in response.
«Silence, prisoner.» she hisses at me.
«Aww, so you're not the good cop in this situation? My, I'm so disappointed. Still I do notice that you haven't denied it, though.» I feel my eyes flash briefly as I check her out, imagining what kind of screams she would emit if her body endured the same kind of torture mine had. Of course I wouldn't actually do it in the end, it's just so I get completely in character with my insane counter part, ya know. There's no better way to convince someone that you are insane than believing it yourself. Does that make any sense? No? Then it seems I've done a good job already. My grin becomes feral attracting Terra attention immediately.
«Vanitas, don't you dare…!»
Aqua shushes him hastily «Quiet Terra! Come on let's go, Cloud is waiting for you outside.»
«Say hello to Cloud for me!» I shout as he's dragged out of the interrogation room, leaving me to my own devices.
As soon as the door slams closed, slowly the insane grin that seemed to be forever etched on my features melts off revealing my ever-so-bored expression.
Huffing in annoyance I throw myself on one of the chairs; propping my legs on top of the wooden table I try to remain in balance on two legs of the very uncomfortable chair – did they make them this way to render their victims even more nervous? - as I lit another cigarette. I didn't actually like smoking or anything; I just did it to past the time. Since I know, from many past experiences, that until I was verbally confirmed that I've been accepted in to another insane asylum, I would have to wait roughly twenty-four hours. Sure, I could simply escape, but really I've got nothing better to do. It's a pity that no one would actually bother to keep company to a poor mentally deranged murderer (in this particular case at least). Wonder why…
Usually I don't resort to murder to cause some sort of havoc, sure I'll admit that I'm pretty violent, but killing isn't really my style. Explosions? Scaring the shit out of people for no apparent reason? Mentally scar someone for life? Totally. It's my favorite hobby when I'm completely an utterly bored. But taking someone's life, I don't know, it just doesn't sit well with me. Alright, I'll admit that if someone seriously pisses me off, I just might consider eliminating the nuisance. You think I'm insane? Come on, did you really think that I was merely acting before? Heh, sometimes I wonder that myself, maybe I have a double personality or something. In any case, it doesn't matter if I'm mad or not, the act of killing simply isn't my favorite pass time. But today that guy, his face, his eyes, he was so similar… to him.
I grit my teeth in anger, snapping the cigarette in half, not caring that it was actually burning my flesh. I'll regenerate it later anyway.
I've been looking for him for years now. I'm starting to think that he's unable to reborn since the last time he killed himself fifty-three years, ten months, three weeks and twelve hours ago, when he tried to escape from me for the nth time. It's getting pretty annoying, not to mention quite repetitive. It's always the same, every fucking time.
One: Find the little bastard all over the fucking world (even though the "world" as been reduced to five main cities, but still, they are pretty big) after he killed himself.
Two: After having found said idiotic twat, chase him all over the place.
Three: Being insulted by the cretin, something along the lines of "stay the fuck away from me you goddamn freak or I'll rip your balls and make you choke on them" insert eye-roll here please.
Four: Fight with the blond twit until we are both bloody and bruised.
Five: Try and put some sense in that spiky head of his.
Six: Make a fool out of myself.
Seven: Get fist-faced or knee-balled.
Eight: Chase him again.
Nine: Corner him again.
Ten: Blond goes ballistic and kills himself or gets himself killed in some idiotic way.
Eleven: I get pissed off beyond belief and destroy something.
Twelve: Escape from police force for destroying said something.
Thirteen: Find something else to do until he is reincarnated.
Fourteen: Repeat from point one.
I hiss in distress as I rub my eyes with my thumb and index finger.
Why is he so fucking stubborn?
Before you jump to some sort of idiotic conclusion, Ventus (yes that's the name of my perpetual pain in the ass) and I aren't immortal Gods or some stupid shit like that. We aren't even magical beings. We are just your typical genetically modified human of the 2080s, courtesy of a psychotic son of a bitch called Xehanort along with his equally deranged assistants. Their plan was something about creating the perfect living creature.
I chuckle humorlessly. Unfortunately for them they gave up their lives for nothing. Ventus and I are probably the most mentally unbalanced beings on earth –at least most human beings consider us as such-. Well, I am at least that's for sure. I guess Ventus just goes nanners whenever he lays eyes on me.
I shrug apathetically at the thought.
As if I actually care what the brat thinks.
It's times like these that I wish that he was genetically modified like me, at least I wouldn't always find myself in this sort of limbo as I look for something to do as he takes his sweet fucking time regenerating himself. Usually I just create some sort of havoc, like blowing up stuff, beating up people for no apparent reason, scaring the shit out of people, stealing in general (preferably banks), ... but recently I've taking a liking in rendering Inspector Terra Wolf's life a living hell. You see, usually after I've pulled one of my pranks people simply forget my face. Yes I know it seems impossible to forget such a handsome face but it still happens. With the exception of Terra… and Ventus everybody forgets. The reason this happens is because of my modified genes. In any case, as much as rendering Terra's life hell can be fun, I must admit that it doesn't satisfy me a hundred percent.
Anyway back on track, as I was saying Ventus and I have different, huh let's say abilities, okay? I wouldn't know how to describe them exactly… okay let me elaborate- or maybe not. Explaining all the biological and scientific reasons behind our mutations would be too much of a pain in the ass. So let's make this short-
The wooden door snaps open revealing a short statured silhouette directly outside the interrogation room.
-Or maybe I simply won't tell you anything at all. Seems like I've got myself a visitor. This is new.
I lift an eyebrow as a young girl steps in my "confining" chambers. She seems to be in her late teens but I can't be sure for a black hood is hiding her features.
«And who might you be?» I wonder out loud as a grin slowly finds it's way on my features once again. «You came and see the freak that killed three innocent people or something?» I open my arms beckoning her to come closer chuckling lightly «My, my aren't teenagers these days… twisted.»
Much to my surprise the hooded girl gives me a grin of her own, slowly walking towards the seat right in front of me before sitting down and propping her chin on her open palm.
«So» she drawls after a few moments of silence, as I feel her gaze roam my features – oh, did I forget to mention that I'm extremely hot? - «You're the ever so famous Vanitas. It's a pleasure to meet you. I've been meaning to meet you for quite some time.»
My grin melts off in an instant and my eyes narrow «who are you?» I ask slowly.
First Terra, now this brat? What's going on?
«Me? Oh, don't worry Vani. I'm no one important at the moment.»
I lift an eyebrow at that «I see, then who sent you?» I rephrase my question.
Her grin widens pissing me off immediately. I didn't like this brat.
In one swift motion I grab her by her collar pulling her over the table so that our faces are merely a few centimeters apart from each other, her hood slipping off and revealing her features. The annoying grin disappears in a flash as she tries to hold back a gasp and her midnight blue eyes widen in surprise.
«So… All bark and no bite are we?» I ask her, as I smirk sadistically at her. «Who sent you.» I demand shaking her.
The brat glares at me «he told me to tell you-»
I grab her by her raven hair her and slam her head against the table making her scream in pain.
Sighing I lean my cheek against my fist in boredom.
«I asked who sent you. Not "what he told you to tell me", brat.» I quote imitating her squeaky voice. I lift her by her hair and analyze the damage that I have caused: a seemly broken nose and a bruised cheekbone. Maybe I overdid it? Then the brat spits a blob of blood and saliva at my face. As I felt it slowly drip down my cheek I decided that no, I didn't over do it, and once again slam her face against the table this time holding her there.
«You've got guts. I'll give you that.» I smirk before licking away the drool and blood when it reached the corner of my mouth. «Are you going to answer me?»
She mumbles something incoherently against the wooden surface she was pressed against so I lift her up slightly.
«I beg your pardon?» I ask mockingly.
«I said,» she sniffles holding back tears that were just threatening to roll down her cheek «That if you would just let me finish, perhaps I would you fucking idiot.»
I smile pleasantly deciding that this "tough" brat needed another table-face slamming but as I try to do just that, the raven-haired head evaporates out my grip, only to solidify itself again a few meters away from my reach. I blink as I look at my now empty palm.
Interesting.
I look up at her as she curses under her breath holding her nose as if it were about to fall off any second. I roll my eyes.
Overdramatic brat.
«So, it seems like he's back, the old geezer. How is he?» I ask calmly as I lit a third cigarette.
The girl's eyes widen almost comically «H-how's who?»
I chuckle «Where's all your spunk gone, kid?»
She bristles and before she even starts having a freakin' hissy fit I ask again: «how's Xehanort?».
Her face goes pale confirming my assumptions. I curse mentally, wondering how the fuck he had survived all these centuries.
«I-I-» I roll my eyes at her stuttering and ask what he wanted from me.
As she took her dear time stammering and fidgeting I decide that it's an insanely good idea to put out the cancer stick against my already injured palm. Dully I observe as I willed my cell to multiply and cover up the damage. Yes, if you didn't catch onto it before my "ability" is being able to control how my cells multiply. It's not just healing wounds at a faster pace, even if you cut off my entire arm I would be able to restore it as it used to be. It would hurt like hell and would require a lot of energy on my part but hey, I'd say it's fucking worth it, wouldn't you agree?
This is also one of the reasons why I don't age; the other being that I'm simply too good looking to become all old and wrinkly like. Some would call me immortal, but that would be incorrect, I have only one weakness. Food. To be sure that my cells have the energy they need to reproduce if something drastic happens I need to eat an enormous quantity of food, three times more than an average person. That's my Achilles heel and I swear no one else knows (not even Xehanort, my so called creator), so if word spreads out I would know it was you who spilled the beans.
Sighing exaggeratingly I clap my hands together hoping to wake her up from her apparent shock induced coma «Come on, come on, I don't have all day».
«He… wants you to join him again.» she finally says.
Before she could even finish that phrase I let out a booming laugh making her jump in the process and probably scaring the shit out of her.
«Oh, this is rich.» I push myself off the chair and advance towards her «the creator asking, no demanding, one of his experiments to join him again?» I push her against the wall and trapping her there with my arms on either side of her body. «Tell him to take a long walk on a short pear, bitch. I don't have time-»
«He knew you wouldn't agree» she interrupts me with a shaky grin «he said that he knows where Ventus is.»
My eyes widen in shock before narrowing and growling under my breath in anger «don't fuck with me. He can't know where he is.» I grab her by her throat pushing her up the wall. «He can not fucking know. Because I haven't found him yet.» I scream in her face releasing all my pent up anger and frustration I had build up over the last twenty years. «I know when and if he is back or not, I can feel him you know.» tightening my grip on her throat fully intending to kill her on the spot.
Probably sensing what was to come, the brat, much like before, vaporized leaving me only her black jumper in my tightening grasp.
«He warned me you were one fucked up motherfucker, but shit, I didn't think you were this bad.» I turned towards the voice behind me.
«Oh I'm so sorry, flatchest, did I hurt your feelings?» I sneer nastily as I eye her naked body.
«Up yours, bastard.» she hisses trying in vain to cover something that wasn't even there in the first place.
«Sorry flatchest I don't swing that way.»
«From the way you talk about a certain someone it sure doesn't seem that way. And stop calling me that you queer.»
Before I could launch at her and putting an end to her miserable worthless life, voices and footsteps could be heard approaching my quarters distracting me from my initial intent.
«Well seems like your goddamn hissy fit has attracted some unwanted attention.» the brat retorts cockily – fuck I hate kids like her, acting all high in mighty when their out of harms way - «By the way the name is Xion, and we will meet again very soon.» as the door opens she disappears in front of my eyes.
«What the hell was all that racket?» I slowly turn towards the unfortunate policemen with an unnerving grin, making him back away from me.
«Thank you for your hospitality my kind sirs, but I believe that I'll have to take my leave.»
«Wha-» I swiftly throw the black jumper at his face with all my strength before grabbing his head and slamming him against the wall knocking him out instantly.
«I'm sorry but I have more important matters to attend to.»
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