Chapter 10
His house was blue, big and blue. That's why he liked it so much; it reminded him of the ocean. They'd just moved in a few days ago and he was still unpacking. Right now he was in the backyard looking at everything the old owners had left behind. There was a small pond that still had one fish swimming in it, there was a bird bath, a bench, and a dead garden. It was a big backyard that he and his dad could play ball in. His mom would fix up the garden and his dad would move the bird bath so they had plenty of room. It was going to be amazing.
That is... until he had to start school. He didn't like school at all; the people there were pretty stupid if you asked him. Maybe this one would be different; it was supposed to be a school for smart people, that's why their uniforms were so nerdy. Vanitas wasn't super smart himself, but he still could not tolerate stupid people.
"Vanitas! Come inside!" His mom yelled. He nodded and went inside.
"What is it mom?" he asked.
"Did you finish unpacking your room?" she asked.
"No, but I will later." He said. She patted his head gently and nodded towards the stairs. Vanitas sighed and started for his room. Why couldn't he do it later? It's not like anyone was coming to see his room anytime soon. He pushed his door opened and sat down on the floor, there were so many boxes… he'd never get anything done at all. He pulled over a box and started taking things out. Why did he have so much stuff? "It's all dumb stuff." He mumbled. Just toys and books, who needed that stuff anyway?
He moved to another box and started to pull out his clothes, why couldn't his mom do this part for him? He didn't know how to fold clothes. He stuffed most of them into his closet and moved on; he still had so many boxes to unpack.
Vanitas stood up and walked over to the window, he could see a lot from here. He could see other people's backyards, he could see kids playing, and he could see a playground and even a few animals. This neighborhood seemed fun so far. He heard someone walking down the hall and he stepped away, "Oh dad, look! You can see everything!" he shouted.
"Keep your voice down boy!" his father snapped, "Why aren't these boxes unpacked yet?"
"Uh, well I was outside." Vanitas said slowly.
"Do not leave this room until they're unpacked you hear me? I don't care if you're hungry, or if you have to use the bathroom, you don't leave until it's unpacked completely." His father said before leaving and closing the door behind him. Vanitas rolled his eyes and sat down; he crossed his arms and glared angrily at the door for a few minutes. He was used to his father's anger, which was something he'd grown up with. But it was so annoying! Vanitas slowly moved himself to a box that held his dirty clothes. There was a hamper in the corner of his room; this would be the easiest box to unpack.
He started to pull out the clothes and noticed one particular shirt he was sure he'd thrown away. It was a white button up shirt, one he usually wore to church. It was ruined now, covered in dry blood and alcohol. He'd misbehaved at church and was expecting to get in trouble. His dad was an angry man so Vanitas had been expecting the worst. A spanking was the worst at the time, but that night after church had been different. Instead of the usual, his father smashed a beer bottle over his head.
He still had a few scars on his scalp from where he'd gotten stitches. At the time he'd been disappointed that he'd angered his father that much, he should have been good at church and the whole situation, and the bills that followed, could have been avoided.
Vanitas threw the shirt to the side and continued to unpack his clothes. It would take him forever to finish. "Stupid clothes." Why did he have so many of them? He barely ever went anywhere besides to church and school, so why did his mother continue to buy clothes for him every year? A yawn escaped his lips and he crawled over to his bed, he'd take a nap and finish unpacking later.
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Vanitas woke up and yawned, he was hungry and he could smell dinner. His eyes scanned the room and noticed everything neatly unpacked and placed around the room. There were a few shirts and toys lying about but other than that, his room was clean.
He sat up in confusion; he hadn't done all this, had he? No, he was more than sure he had not. Maybe his mom had come in and done it, she liked this kind of stuff. Or maybe she'd done it because she didn't want him to get in trouble; she seemed to be afraid of his father at times. Vanitas himself didn't mind getting in trouble, he didn't really care. He wasn't a fan of the pain that accompanied punishments, but he didn't mind, after all it was his fault he'd gotten in trouble anyway.
He stepped out of bed and noticed his shoes by the door; yes his mother had definitely come in his room. He left the room and looked around. "Mom?" he called. His mother answered from the living room and he stepped down. "Mom, my room-
"Yes I know, don't tell your father you know how he is."
"Where is he?" Vanitas asked.
"He has work, now go to the sink and was your hands. Your father won't be home for dinner." She said. Vanitas did as he was told and walked over to the sink.
"When do I have to go to school?" he asked.
"Next week is when you'll start, and please Vanitas, don't get in trouble." She said. She seemed to be pleading with him, but why?
"He can't hurt me too much mom, he'll get in trouble." Vanitas said, "There's nothing to be afraid of." But there was a lot to be afraid of, his father could get really angry and hurt him really bad. There were times where he'd have to go to the hospital, but his father refused to take him in fear of being caught. He finished washing his hands and sat down.
"Vanitas, you know he can hurt you." She said, "I don't know why you insist on letting this happen…" she said. Vanitas rolled his eyes and placed his chin on the table. What was she so worried about?
"I'm technically not letting anything happen," he said, "I mean you're the adult in this situation." He closed his eyes; he was only a kid, why did she expect so much from him? He couldn't just stop being himself and become the perfect child his father wanted. It wouldn't work.
His mother slammed a plate down in front of him angrily, "Get yourself together or I'll tell him you didn't unpack your room like he said."
"Hard thing to prove seeing as all the boxes are already unpacked." He mumbled. His mom wasn't good at making threats, "Besides, I could care less if I get in trouble, I can handle anything he throws at me." He lifted up and reached for his fork. His mom slapped his hand away and planted herself in the seat across from him.
"We say grace in this house, remember Vanitas?" she reminded. Vanitas sighed and bowed his head, he hated this part, why'd he have to thank god for something he didn't technically give him? It wasn't like god jumped down from his cloud palace and walked to the store to buy them food. It wasn't like he was the one who paid his dad so they could get said food. It was just something his mother used to cope. She used to say it all the time. If you pray, good things would happen. But he'd been praying his entire life for his dad and his mom to be happy, so why were they drifting further apart?
But Vanitas didn't want to make his mother anymore upset then she already was with him, so he put his hands together and prayed over his meal. His mother didn't need to hear what he was saying, so he whispered as quietly as he could. "Thank you god, for being made up, and for making me pray to you for something you'll never do. Thank you for fucking up my life and ruining my mother's happiness. Thank you for giving me a father who likes to beat me and smashes bear bottles over my head. I'm so happy." He whispered. He looked up and saw his mother was done praying as well or maybe she hadn't been praying at all.
"What did you pray for Vanitas?" she asked.
Vanitas put on a fake smile, "I prayed that we'll all be happy and I thanked him for the meal." He lied.
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Vanitas' father came home angry that night, he had just been fired. Vanitas had made sure to stay away from him that night. He avoided him in the hall and stayed in his room as much as he could. But that wasn't enough; his father came stumbling into his room really late. "Dad? What's wrong?" he asked, of course he'd already known what was wrong. His dad needed to blow off steam. He got out of bed and stood in front of his father, "Are you mad?" he wasn't sure why he was pretending he didn't know what was wrong, his dad was here to blame some things on him and beat him to a pulp.
"I lost my job today, do you know why?" he asked.
Vanitas shook his head, "No, why?" he asked.
"Because I was late, because you hadn't unpacked your things." He said.
"Well, you were only in my room for like 3 seconds." He said, "It's not really my fault." It wasn't a good idea to argue with his father when he was in this state. He'd never win, and his father would just get angrier. But he liked to push his luck for some reason.
"It's your fault, but that's not why I'm here." He said. Vanitas tilted his head, if not because of that.. then why?
"I don't understand…" he said, "What did I do?"
"Your mother told me what you said to her about me, and how she had to unpack your room." He said. Vanitas sighed and looked away, of course she'd told on him. That's what she did when she was angry with him.
"So?" he asked bitterly. And that's when it happened, his father punched him. Vanitas fell back and held his jaw, his dad had really punched him. Usually he slapped him, but this was new. HE stood back up and looked up as his dad pulled off his belt.
"Go on, lay down on the bed." He said. Vanitas did as he was told and braced himself for a beating, it wouldn't take too long, at least he hoped it wouldn't. Sometimes his dad was hit him until he couldn't sit down anymore. Then he'd continue to beat him and kick him.
He bit his lip and held in his cries while he was punished. He briefly wondered if anybody else was punished this way, it couldn't have been just him. And if it was, well maybe that's why his dad was so afraid to take him to the hospital. Maybe he could use that as blackmail, he could threaten to tell. But then he'd be taken away, and he didn't want that. His parents were the only people who understood him and everyone else would hate him. "Get up!" he heard.
Vanitas scrambled out of bed and wiped the tears from his eyes. "Stop crying, now." He ordered. Vanitas sniffed and closed his eyes. "Now, we're going to repack all these boxes and unpack them again, you hear?"
"But, that will take all night." He said.
"I don't care, you should have done it the first time I asked." Vanitas sighed and started pulling things from shelves and off of hangers from the closet. What was the point of all this?
"Can I do it tomorrow?" he asked. He was tired and he hurt all over, he wasn't in any condition to be working. But of course his dad ignored him, choosing instead to make himself comfortable in his bed.
"You aren't going to bed until it's finished, now hurry. If I have to stay in here longer then an hour, you're going to be punished again." His dad leaned back and closed his eyes; Vanitas glared at him and started repacking everything. He knew by the next morning he would be punished several times, but he couldn't help that.
He'd finished packing sometime around six. It'd taken him forever to pack everything exactly like his father wanted, and now, he had to unpack it and put the room just like his mother had it before. He couldn't remember what it was like before all this, but his father did.
His father hadn't slept at all that night and he didn't look the least bit tired. He was watching him like a hawk, waiting for him to doze off before rudely waking him up. A yawn escaped his lips as he glanced back at his dad, when would he close his eyes? "Can I sleep now?" he asked.
"You're almost done." his dad said, "But yeah go ahead." His dad got out of bed and helped Vanitas in, "We'll do this together later."
"Alright..." Vanitas closed his eyes and waited for his dad to leave. How could he transition from angry to nice just like that? What made his dad think he wanted his help? He'd beaten him last night and now he expected him to agree to his help? No way...
He yawned again and closed his eyes, he was tired yet he couldn't get to sleep. He ran his fingers over a bruise forming on his arm. He didn't know when his dad was coming back, he just hoped he'd be able to get some sleep before then. This happened a lot, after he'd get punished, he'd get a bad case of insomnia that last for a long time. He'd wander around school sleepily and the teachers would get concerned, it wasn't something that he liked to deal with.
Vanitas yawned again and closed his eyes, he was so tired, it was unfair that he had to deal with this...He got out of bed and started to unpack his room again. What else could he do? If he couldn't sleep, well he'd work and maybe that would put him to sleep.
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Age 10
He wasn't sure when he'd actually stopped going to church with his parents. He just remembered that at one point, he'd gotten up and found his parents had left him behind. His father wasn't going either, Vanitas figured his mother was just going to escape from both he and his dad. They hadn't prayed at dinner in a long time, but Vanitas didn't mind. He kind of thought that she'd heard him talking that one night. Maybe she finally realized how much he hated religion.
He'd never felt the need to pray before, even during the many times he'd been on the verge of death, but today he had too, if only to please his mother this once. His father had been diagnosed with bipolar disorder, something he'd had for a few years now. According to his mom, that was one of the reasons he was angry for no reason sometimes. It's why he would feel hyper without sleep, it was why he sometimes had the energy to beat him all night long. She'd asked him to pray with her, so he did.
Deep down inside, he wanted his father to get better, it would make his mom happy and the beatings might stop. Not that he cared, it just seemed like it would help everything it his father was cured. According to the doctor, this disorder had no cure, but Vanitas felt that if he prayed hard enough, maybe it would work. But why would god listen to him? He'd said a lot of bad things about him, so maybe if he helped his mom pray, that would work.
"The doctors say they'll be able to treat him, if he takes his pills right, he'll be back to normal." his mom said. But what was normal? His dad had always been angry like this, it was all he'd ever known.
"Dad doesn't like pills." he mumbled.
"I'm sure he'll take them just this once." she said hopefully, "He knows what's at risk here." But what exactly was at risk? Their family had fallen apart a long time ago, the only reason they were still together was because his mom didn't believe in divorce.
"Mom, if you left him, would you take me with you?" he asked.
"Of course." she said. Vanitas looked down, she'd never have the guts to leave him, he'd have to hurt her before she left him. As long as she wasn't getting hurt, she was fine.
"When can we go home?" he asked, "I have to do math."
"Vanitas, we'll be here all day. You don't have to go to school tomorrow if you don't want to." she said, "This is hard for us all-
"It's not hard for me, all this has done is given him a reason to bitch us out." he said, "And I want to go to school tomorrow."
"Vanitas, I've told you more then once not to use that type of language." she said. Vanitas looked up and saw his dad walking towards them, a small slip of paper was in his hands. "Is that your prescription honey?"
"Yeah, come on. Let's get home." he walked by and his mom quickly followed. Vanitas rolled his eyes and followed as well, he was pretty sure that his dad would put on a show to make it seem like he cared, he always did after all. "So, how about we spend the rest of the day together?" his dad suggested, "I feel like I have a lot to make up for."
Vanitas kept the sarcastic comments to himself, it wouldn't help anyone. "What are we going to do?" he asked.
"I don't know, maybe rent a few movies and eat pizza?" his dad suggested, "What do you want to do?" Vanitas shrugged and his dad sighed. "There has to be something you want to do." There had been something he'd always wanted to do. He'd always wanted to play ball with his dad. But that dream had been beaten out of him a long time ago.
"No, nothing." he said.
"Hmm, well I'll find something for you." his dad said. Ventus shrugged again and followed his parents into the car. His dad got into the drivers seat and his mom into the passengers seat. Vanitas put on his seat belt and stared absently out of the window. He was sure his dad was talking to him, but he wasn't in the mood to listen.
He watched the landscape zoom by outside, he couldn't help feeling they were going to fast. Things always looked speedy when they drove but this was different... "Dad..." before he could get the full sentence out, they crashed.
Well, they didn't crash technically, they ran a stop sign and another car crashed into them. He could still remember the impact. The car had crashed right into him. He'd felt shards of glass cut into his skin and things had suddenly gotten really hot. He couldn't move and all he could here were screams. He briefly wondered why anybody was screaming, it was just a little heat, he was fine, he'd been through worse.
Of course he immediately changed his mind when the pain came. He'd never been through so much pain before in his life. He tried to move but he couldn't, it hurt too much. He could hear his mom calling him. He looked her way and saw her near his dad, were they going to get him?
His vision blurred and blackened, the pain melted away and he could barely hear anymore. He was dying... Panic flew through him as he came to this realization, he wasn't ready to die, no matter what his life was like, he wasn't ready.
It was only a few seconds before his vision darkened completely and he passed out.
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When he woke up he was in the hospital. His arms were wrapped up and he hurt all over. He felt exhausted for a moment before relief filled him. He was alive! He looked around, moving his head as much as it would let him. There were no windows in the room and it was dark. He blinked a few times and looked around. There were lights coming from several machines behind him and there was a steady beeping sound.
Was he alone? What happened to his parents? He'd seen them standing together before he passed out, they had looked hurt, he'd seen blood on his dad at least. But they hadn't tried to help him at all... had they? He couldn't remember...
Someone entered the room and turned on the light, he flinched and shut his eyes, why was it so bright in here? "Vanitas? You're awake?" the person asked.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked at this person, his dad. His dad rushed over to the bedside and took his hand. Vanitas looked him over, he was okay for the most part. There was a bandage on his face and his arm was in a sling. He had cuts and bruises everywhere but they looked healed a little already. How long had he been asleep?
He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. His throat was dry, but how could he ask for water? He tried to move his hand and point to his throat but it wouldn't listen to him. "what's wrong? Are you in pain?" his dad asked. He nodded and shut his eyes, maybe they'd give him something that would make him sleep.
He heard moving around before something was forced between his lips. He tried to spit it out at first but stopped when he realized it was a straw. He immediately started drinking whatever was being given to him. He didn't recognize it, it tasted pretty funny to him, but it moistened up his throat and he didn't mind. The flow of liquid ended abruptly when the straw was pulled from his lips.
He opened his eyes and glared at whoever had taken it away, "Give it back..." he choked out. He was surprised at how he sounded. It sounded weak, like he was dying or something. He started to panic again, was he dying?
"Vanitas, my name is Professor Vexen. How are you feeling?" the man in front of him asked.
"Uh... hungry..." he mumbled.
"Of course, you haven't had a real meal in days." Vexen said.
"I had spaghetti yesterday, and we're having pizza today." he mumbled, "dad's gonna rent movies." Vexen nodded and looked to his dad.
"He's suffered severe trauma, we'll have to run a few tests on him, he's lost perception of the last few days most likely." Vexen said, "I don't believe there will be any permanent damage to his brain, the concussions were minor."
"Thank you, when do you think he can come home?" his dad asked.
"Maybe a week or so, he'll need to be on bed rest for a while though, his body is still week, he's lucky he survived it at all." Vexen said.
"Where's mom?" he asked. They both turned to him.
"Your mother went to the bathroom, I'm sure she'll be back soon." his dad said. Vanitas closed his eyes and thought for a moment. How long had he been asleep? It was still the same day right, they'd just crashed? "You've been asleep for a while now, you had us worried."
"How long was I sleeping?" he asked.
"Just 3 days," his dad answered, "They said you'd never wake up."
"Can we have pizza?" he asked. He wondered why he sounded so stupid. He didn't want pizza, he wanted something to drink, and something to stop the pain. He blinked a few times and felt himself falling asleep, why was this happening? Would he wake up if he went to sleep again?
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He woke up at home, he was in his bed, in his own clothes, and he still hurt. He wasn't thirsty anymore and he could smell pizza. He tried to sit up and found it a little easier then last time he'd been awake. But it still hurt too much, he ended up collapsing back onto the bed. "Dad!" he shouted.
His voice didn't get very loud, it sounded normal actually. Would his dad be able to hear him? He closed his eyes and breathed slowly, his stomach growled and he groaned, he was hungry. "Dad!" he tried again. His voice was a little louder then before, but it still wasn't very loud.
He wondered how long he'd been asleep, it seemed like time flied every time he fell asleep. He heard his door open and he opened his eyes. "Mom..." he mumbled. His mother rushed over to his side and took his hand.
"How are you feeling honey?" she asked.
"Um, okay." he said, "I hurt a lot." She closed her eyes and leaned over him. Vanitas rolled his eyes as she started to sniffle and cry. "Stop it mom, I'm fine." he said. Why was she so upset? He was awake now.
"I know, I was so scared." she said, "Do you need anything?"
"Yeah, I want grape soda." he said.
"The doctor said not to give you anything fizzy like that, so how about grape juice?" she stood up and left before he could answer. He hated grape juice, but at the moment, he was too thirsty to care. His father entered a second later and sat down on the edge of his bed.
"Vanitas, I'm so sorry about all of this." he said. Vanitas noticed his arm wasn't in a sling anymore. "You'll be able to get up and walking soon. You can do it now actually, do you remember anything?"
"About what?" Vanitas asked.
"Vexen said you wouldn't remember. The medication is making you forget. You've been awake 3 times in the last 5 weeks." his dad said, "You almost died Vanitas... It's my fault. They told me not to drive but I did anyway, I almost lost you. I've been thinking... about everything I've ever done to you. The beatings and everything, I'm so ashamed of myself."
Vanitas looked away, what was he getting at? Was this some big moment where he decided to change his ways? He'd seen that in the lifetime movies his mom watched, it never worked, so why would it work for him? "Vanitas, no more, I'll get better I swear."
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Age 11
Vanitas had recovered from the crash almost completely. He still had a few scars that would remind him of that event, but other then that, he was fine. He occasionally got headaches, bad ones, but he would deal with them. As long as he was alive, he figured he better be grateful.
His fathers promise to stop the abuse didn't last long. In fact, his hospitality melted away the moment Vanitas had been able to walk again. His father had slowed his recovery by a few months, months that couldn't be replaced and had caused him to be held back a year. According to his mom, it was a good thing. Now he'd be with people that were his age. But he didn't want that, he was smarter then most people his age and it wasn't fair.
He'd become angry in the last year. Angry at everything around him, especially at his classmates. There was one boy in particular who made him angry. A boy named Ventus, this boy was an orphan. What angered Vanitas so much was the fact that Ventus entered the class with a smile on his face everyday. How could he be happy when he had no family? It confused him and made him want to punch something. Naturally he chose to punch Ventus. He never hit him hard, just hard enough for the boy to run crying to the teacher.
It made him happy in a way, to see someone else in pain, someone other then him. It seemed he was the only one whose family life was shit and it wasn't fair. So Ventus became a regular target of his. He'd push him, call him names, or even steal his lunch money when his parents forgot to give him some.
He never felt bad about it either, it was only fair in his opinion. But He was a little angry that he always got in trouble for it. Why was it that Ventus had to run and tell on him whenever he did something? It didn't make since to him, how could someone be so... was there even a word for Ventus' behavior? How could he be so... tattle-taley? No, that wasn't a word, but it would do.
He could remember a day when Ventus walked up to him and tried to be his friend, he'd laughed and sent the boy away with a bloody nose. He didn't want Ventus as a friend, he didn't want any friends at all, he just wanted... he didn't know what he wanted... but he didn't want friends.
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Age 16
Vanitas had just gotten back home from work, he'd had the strangest run in with Ventus at the store a few weeks ago. He laughed to himself as he remembered the glares the boy had sent his way. He'd stopped his bullying a few years back but Ventus hadn't forgotten about it.
Ventus apparently had siblings now, it was weird, last time he checked Ventus' parents were dead, who'd popped out those two boys? The boys had taken a strange liking to him, after eating some muffins of course. He tried to ignore it, little kids just made him angry, but now... he was staring at one now.
The little raven haired girl in front of him was his half sister, at least according to the letter she'd just handed him. Her name was Xion, and she was his dad's child. Vanitas wanted to slam the door at that moment, he knew what problems this kid would cause. But something in him wouldn't let him. He'd taken the girl inside and sat her down in the living room. He delivered the news to his parents and sat back and watched. Xion cowered under his mothers gaze while his dad paced the room, rereading the letter over and over.
"I don't understand, how could you do this?" she asked.
"We don't know... we don't know if she's mine." his dad said. Vanitas rolled his eyes, it was obvious the kid was his. After all, who would dump their kid on some random man's doorstep?
"I just don't understand... did you sleep with that woman?" his mother asked. She finally turned away from Xion and looked to his father. Vanitas walked over and scooped the girl up in his arms. His parents didn't notice, which he was glad for, he took her up to his room and set her down. The girl was crying now.
"Alright, cut it out." Vanitas said, "why are you crying?"
"I want to go home." she said, "Will you take me home?"
"I don't think..." he paused, Xion's mother had already made it obvious she didn't want her anymore. "Why don't you sleep?" he suggested. He didn't know what else to say, he hated kids and hadn't listened at all in child development.
Vanitas left the room and closed the door behind him, he could hear his parents fighting downstairs. He walked back into the living room and leaned against the wall. "Where is she?" his dad asked, "Where'd you take her?"
"She's in my room." Vanitas answered, "Why?"
"She ruined my family, she's not staying here." his mother spoke up. Vanitas shook his head, anger boiling inside him.
"No mom, you ruined your family." he said, "You stayed with a man who liked to beat your only child senseless every night, you and your dumb ass prayers made me insane and you let him go around screwing every woman he saw, this is your fault."
"You don't talk to your mother like that." his dad said. He rolled his eyes, he knew his dad could care less what he said to his mother, he was just looking for a way to save himself. "I'll beat your ass if you ever talk to her like that."
Vanitas locked eyes with his father, he wasn't scared of him, he never had been. He could hold his own in a fight now, he was a teen now. Vanitas sighed, he almost wished he'd closed the door on the girl, but he had a feeling that if he did, she'd have still been standing there when one of his parents opened the door.
He sighed and walked away from his father, he just needed to get out of there, and he'd probably have to take Xion with him.
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"Alright, that's up until I saw you at the park that day." he said.
"What?" Ventus asked, "You enjoyed stealing my money?"
"Is that all you got out of it?" Vanitas asked angrily. Ventus sighed.
"No, I understand it all." he said, "You have to go now right?" Vanitas frowned.
"Are you kicking me out?" he asked.
"What? No, I... no..."
"No, I understand. I shouldn't have told you anything." Vanitas said, "Your life is too perfect nowadays, you didn't really want to know." Vanitas got out of bed and started for the stirs, "Don't tell anyone about this. I'll kick your ass into next week if you do." He walked out of the room and found Xion with the boys. She saw him and walked over, "You don't have to come Xion, I'll come back for you later." He left the house before she could reply.
Ventus watched him leave and felt horrible, he'd definitely reacted wrong, he shouldn't have made him leave. He probably wouldn't come back now... Ventus shook his head, who cared if Vanitas didn't come back? They weren't friends, they never would be. After all, Vanitas had said he didn't want any friends...
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Boom boom I'm done. Next chapter will be alright, so you guys should be happy. I have s fun day at the circus planned for the boys. That's right the circus, of course I've never been to the circus so I don't know what it's like.