A Hundred of His Darkest Hours
" consider yourself on probation "
forty-four. Fire
"The girl will never care for you." Xehanort stated coldly. "You were not brought here to fall in love, boy. You were brought here for only one reason…"
"To forge the X-Blade." Vanitas finished, his voice just as cold as his Master's. "I'm not dumb."
"Good. Then you haven't gone completely out of your mind, then." Xehanort smirked, reflecting off of Vanitas's mask. "Don't lose your fire, boy."
"Good-bye, Master." Vanitas muttered coldly as the old man walked away.
With a sigh, he took off his helmet and ran his fingers through his hair.
Vanitas only had one purpose…
Lucky him.
forty-five. Soup
The trio sat outside in the Land of Departure, by a fire, along with their Master Eraqus.
Aqua just finished pouring everyone a bowl of soup.
"There you go." She smiled, after handing a bowl to Ventus.
"Mm, thanks Aqua!" Ven smiled, tasting the soup.
Aqua sat down, legs crossed and began to eat too.
"Thank you, Aq-" Eraqus stopped, his mouth falling slightly open.
"Master, What is it?" All three asked.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could have sworn he saw someone in a mask, moving in the shadows.
"It's.. nothing. Thank you, Aqua." Eraqus cleared his throat. "Let's go inside."