Vanitas POV
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Traverse Town
Chapter 3: So he is alive
I was born in an ice storm, in the Icicle Inn. Right, now I am like fifteen years old and a half. The people who created me were two high school sweet hearts. The female was on the bed with her stomach large and uprooted to the ceiling. The male was beside her, standing up, and was stroking her large stomach. I guess he was excited of prospect of being a father.
Both were in their twenties and was married, so all they needed now was picture perfect family that consists of everything wished to have. So when the doctor came in and told her to begin pushing, she started as quick as she can to see her first child come out of her wound. She did, exactly as the doctor instructed her to, she bit her lip through the pain and squeezed her husband hand in a vice grip.
Approximately at 6, my head begin to crown after hours passed by. Sweat was rushing down from the female's flushed face. Her long blonde hair was sticking to her forehead. Her husband was sweating to from nervousness. There were a lot of bleeding happening. He ran a hand through his messy gelled blonde hair, he watched as his beloved push despite all the pain she was having.
Another our later, I was finally born. At 12:00 am on a Tuesday. Don't know what month it was but my mom and dad seem happy when i came out. I weight about 4.5 pounds. The doctor lightly tapped my behind, I didn't make a sound. They began to worry and checked to see if I was breathing. I was, I had unusually golden eyes, pink baby lips separately from each other, and I was born into this world, to stride.
As my mother took hold of me, there wasn't any similarities. Same goes for my dad, I didn't look anything like him. Instead of hosting a party at their home, they decided to throw it at a cabin that was nearby. From cousins, to aunts and uncles, siblings to parents, they all rushed in to see me.
It then when I started to whimper and cry.
"Are you hungry Vanitas?"
Some left the room, and others stayed to congratulated my mom about during birth and my dad about becoming a father. As I sucked on my mother's breast, I grew sleepy, and soon my body slack with fatigue.
As I grew, to me there was no point of making friends. Every day, my parents would drop me off at a daycare so I could interact with children who was my own age. Mrs. Puccini who just inherited her daycare from her relatives, has seen all types of children. There was no point of me listing them. But she never seen a child like me before.
I was stoic, so cold, that it scared her. Mrs. Puccini knew my parents since middle school and they seem like any ordinary average couple. It didn't look like they abuse me either, I had no bruises. When I first came into the daycare, I self centered and poised. I walked to my seat, and stared at the nearest window near her.
Children were fascinated by my golden eyes.
"Hi, I Terrance, do you -"
"Your eyes pretty, I was -"
"Hey, do you want to share mu -"
"Want to play tag with us, if you -"
"Leave me alone, I don't want to talk any of you."
I sounded so older. So cold and frosty. And Puccuni watched as I got up from my seat.
"Mr. and Ms. Akihiko , I have some concerns about your son."
Both of my parents faces sagged in fatigue as if they had mistaken themselves in think they had come to talk about something good.
"After the first day of daycare, all the children avoided Vanitas, and on the second day until now a week later, he continues to sit down by himrself at an empty table. He doesn't seem to want too have friends at all."
My dad began to speak.
"Vanitas is a shy child, and always acts like that when he's confused about how to act. Before we brought him home, he started to isolate himself from us but that doesn't mean he's... he's..."
Puccini wanted to scream, "You're in denial, your son isn't normal and you know it"! She looked over at my mother's stomach and saw it was huge/
My mother noticed Puccini's gaze and smiled. "It's a boy, he's a little Ventus."
"Congratulations Mrs. Akihiko, but I suggest you help your son become more . . . social to become friends with the other kids here. . ."
My dad scowled and took hold of my mom's hand then stormed out of the house.
During the summer before school, I often wondered what was happening to her mother or in particular, her mother's stomach.
She was eating everything!
All my questions were answered on the third of July..
It looked like a smaller version of my mother. He had peach fuzz of hair on scalp. Had same ocean blue eyes as my mother too.
"Vanitas, say hello to your new baby brother, Ventus Akihiko."
It let out a shrieking wail that hurt my ears, but watched with a confused look at my parents as they dotted and admired the baby.
"He's a keeper." My father chuckled
"Yes, he's beautiful and handsome, like his older brother." Her mother crooned
It was then I understood a feeling inside me that I felt about the new addition in the family. Ventus.
At the age of eight, I knew one thing about my younger brother.
One was that he hated zucchini and had the same color face as my mother, sort of, not really, but to me, he did.
Anyway, lets stop talking about the past.
I was in Traverse Town making deliveries for Xehanort. This man looked after me every since I was ten years old. Ventus and Roxas disliked this man. I didn't gave a damn. To me, he was OK, there wasn't any down fault of that. He didn't do anything to me that could make me hate him either. So we got along like friends and never seem to argue on anything.
What he says, I do. What he wants, I want. We were so alike that it was ridiculous. Nothing could make me hate this man. He think just like me also. I never felt the need to do any harm to him. I stick to him as glue. Never really had an argument with him. We just mind are own business and went on with the day.
Everything seem normal, nothing out of ordinary happened besides when I got a phone call from Roxas saying he found Sora.
I was happy. Yes, I do be happy. I'm not that cold hearted. Sora to me. He's everything. When Sora and Roxas was born, my parents and Ventus were appeased that they were alive. I also was satisfy, when first time I touch Sora's small hand, it felt soft. He was so soft. His eyes were ocean blue also. They illuminated when shone.
Something deep inside of me lit up when my mother gave me Sora to hold. There was finally a purpose of being alive. I never felt so happy in my entire life. As Sora grew up, I always made sure he had proper safety where ever he was going. That day when my mother die, I rarely seem to feel any pain. But i could tell the fatigue of losing my mother was too much for my father.
Constantly he blamed Sora for everything. Saying it was his fault that she died in vain. I stuck up for Sora. It wasn't his fault. It was hers. She chose to go outside that day. You can't tell someone to do something when you know they won't listen and do what they want to do anyway. The funeral came faster then expected, Sora wasn't there.
He was in hospital. All the guilt he was feeling, took over him and now he was unconscious. The next, my father was stress out and couldn't deal with taking care of four kids by himself so he sent us to different areas. We all stay in touch besides Sora who we no longer had contact with. Each of us didn't blame Sora what happen that faithful day.
We didn't even know where he was or if he was alive still. Our father told us, Sora was no longer part of the family and was just a figment of our imaginations.
Sora was real. Really real.
We could never forget about, and our dream to fine Sora, then tell him about what happen that day. Ventus, Roxas, and I no longer felt like we needed to hide anything from him anymore. All we wanted now is to have Sora back.
And tell him how we missed him all these years. But, there was one problem. Our father. He thought, he was only one in pain but truth has been told, were his kids and he needed to take responsibility but he never did or tried to.
Hopefully, one day I could see Sora again. However, I don't think my wish is going to come any time soon. I been waiting and waiting but there for years and years. Out of nowhere my phone suddenly vibrated. I checked it. Roxas? Why would he text me?
I checked the text message and read it:
I found Sora! He lives in Destiny Islands! He's alive! ≧◠◡◠≦✌
The text message was full with enthusiasm. This was first time, Roxas ever send me any time of text emotion that was happy. I replied back soon as I could then closed my phone and sighed. I was relief. Sora is alive!
Now all have to do is go fine him.
A/N: I would like to thank my lovely beta, Pure Red Cane, for beta-editing my story
