PAIRING: VanVen
HEART OF THE CONVERSATION
Ventus' eyes opened wearily. Immediately he knew where he was. This was his heart, in all its fractured form. He looked among the platform, off towards the gaping hole in its corner. A stale breath quelled within him before escaping through his lips softly. Walking over to the crack in his heart, he sat down at its edge, feet dangling off below.
"Your heart is healing."
Ventus slowly looked up from the abyss to the boy on the other side of the crack in his heart. A black haired boy with golden eyes was sitting opposite of him, his own feet dangling. He looked over at Ventus a small smile on his face.
"The more your heart heals, the stronger I'm becoming," Vanitas said. He wasn't really taunting the boy so much as speaking a fact. The more Ven's heart resided within Sora, the more it healed. It was a slow process, but, a process nonetheless.
"I know," Ven said. "But it doesn't matter."
"Given up already?"
Ventus let out a small laugh. "No," he said, smiling. "I've already made up my mind what's going to happen." Vanitas looked on with concern. "No matter how hard you try, Vanitas. I'm not going to let you ever get control of me again. I don't care what it takes. You'll never hurt Terra or Aqua again."
"You sound confident. What's changed?"
"I just realized what really mattered."
"You're an idiot," Vanitas replied.
"An idiot that's going to win."
"Hmph."
"Why did you do it anyway?" Ven asked, staring over the canyon of his heart to his other half. "Why did you go along with Master Xehanort, and try and make the X-Blade?"
"You really expect there to be a deep reason behind it? God you're such a twat. I did it because I wanted power. I did it because I wanted the Keyblade War back. I did it because I could. Maybe you're still too much of a fucking baby to understand, but sometimes, people are just bad people. And that's all there is to it."
Ven shook his head. "No. I don't think that's how it is. Good or bad... Everyone has a bit of both inside of them. Even you."
"That's... the most bullshit I've ever heard to come out of your mouth." There was a slight pause. "And that's saying something. You're practically a cesspit of such contrived shit."
"There's always a light in the darkness."
"Are you serious? Please tell me you're not serious."
"There's good in you, somewhere, Vanitas."
Vanitas rolled his eyes. "Thinking like that is just going to get you into the same situation that brought us here."
"If you there wasn't good in you, why would you even tell me that?"
"You're full of it."
Ventus laughed. "Maybe."
Vanitas' eyes narrowed. He took a deep breath, releasing it slowly—his expression softening. "It's funny, you know. You and I used to be one. But ever since we separated... it's like I don't really belong here. We should be one... but we're still separate, even if I am in your heart."
"I guess some things just aren't reversible."
"You're way too calm about the fact that that old bastard fucked your heart."
"There's isn't a whole lot I can do about it. All I can do is be strong for the people that need me. Aqua, and Terra. One day, I'm going to wake up, and then I'll have to protect them."
"It's always about your friends, isn't it?" Vanitas said, laying down against the platform.
"Yes," Ventus replied simply. "They give my life purpose."
Vanitas looked over at Ven with a bored look. "Whatever you say. I guess until then, I'm you're only company."
"Looks that way."
Vanitas stood up. A smirk spread across his lips as he glared Ven down. "When you wake up, I'm going to be just as strong as you, you know that right? When you wake up, I'm going to wake up, too. And then there's nothing you're going to be able to do to stop me."
Ven smiled. He calmly closed his eyes, head toward the sky.
"We'll just have to see about that."
