Another chapter for you.
I don't own Kingdom Hearts or Slender or annoying, sexy pricks.
He cursed again and flopped down onto the couch, annoyed and angry and…beyond worried. He didn't acknowledge the buzz of policemen as they roamed around Aqua's apartment, yellow tape surrounding the area while four bright cars were haphazardly parked outside it. He had already answered every question thrown his way and he was now mentally exhausted.
When his lovely girlfriend had called him to join her for a homemade dinner, he had been glad as he finished up with work, silently begging the clock to move faster so he could see her beforehand. Driving home to change into something more comfortable, he made his way over, sending a text that he was on his way. He was early, but it was nice to just sit and talk with her while they let time pass, too.
But as he drove up and parked, he couldn't help but feel…as if something was off. Getting out, he hastily locked his car and made his way to the back door. The two were close and she had already given him a key to her little place, knowing he would keep it safe. It had been a wonderful birthday that day.
The apartment, confusingly, was dark, the curtains drawn and the door still locked. He questioned it, but only for a second as he unlocked it. However, upon opening the door and stepping inside, he froze. There were no lights on, nothing cooking on the stove or in the oven. No one was here.
"Aqua?" He called out, hoping she was here and merely sleeping. "Aqua, are you here?"
He stepped inside and closed the door, his walls going up and his heart beating a little quicker. Something was definitely wrong. Flicking the kitchen lights on, he stood in the silent apartment, taking in the place with sharp eyes. His body was tense, ready for anything.
He made his way into the living room and turned the lights on as well, searching for anything out of the ordinary. The coffee table was still cluttered with mail and three empty coffee mugs, the television was turned off, the couch hadn't been sat on. He moved onward to the bathroom to find the same scene, as well as her bedroom. The place was undisturbed, untouched. So where was she?
He dug out his cell and tapped her name to call her, putting it to his ear. Immediately, a loud melody of violins came from the living room, one that was all too familiar. Instantly, he dropped his phone and ran to find where the noise was. It took only a few moments to spot the blue phone laying on the floor, partially hidden underneath the couch. He could see his name on the screen as it continued to ring on the floor, vibrating slightly.
He hadn't even bothered touching it and, after staring at it while it rang, he stiffly went to get his own phone and call the police, a numb feeling coming over his mind and body. He could barely recall the conversation he had with the 911 operator, nor when the police had come inside and began bombarding him with a flurry of questions and accusing looks.
He put his head in his hands while the police roamed, letting them do their job while he tried to simply collect himself from the shock. That's when a small hand settled onto his shoulder, shaking him and attempting to get his attention. Weary, he raised his head and was surprised to recognize the face, despite the blank expression that was on his face.
The younger man gave a tight smile. "Remember me, pretty boy?"
The older male stared and blinked back. "Vanitas? What the-? How did-?"
"Remember when I said my dream was to become the best officer ever? Well…" He gestured to himself in uniform and gave a little laugh. "Ta-da."
Terra nodded and forced a smile on his face. "Congrats. It's nice to see you again."
Vanitas's hazel eyes turned into steel gold, throwing his shoulders back. He may have been short for his age, but he was strong and determined. He was also quite confident in his skills as an officer, if not a bit too cocky, which didn't bode well with everyone else around him.
"You do realize it's nearly midnight, right?" He smirked. "Go home."
Terra suddenly could see the irritating little brat with the opinionated big mouth, the same one from high school. Vanitas certainly hadn't changed much over the years, sadly. What a day this turning out to be.
"Yeah, fine." He agreed, getting up from the couch. Anything to get away from you, you sick bastard.
Terra, distressed as he was, didn't mind leaving the apartment and heading back to his car. But once he had gotten in, the facts of reality sunk their claws in a bit deeper. He inhaled sharply and sat back in his seat, eyes staring blankly up at nothing. He wasn't quite sure what to do with himself now. Did he go back home and wait? Should he go and ask if he could do something, maybe start a search party for her? Should he just go by himself and look? Begin his own investigation, perhaps. It wasn't like the police was going to be of much help.
He decided that, no matter what, he was going to bring her back. Even if it had to be for a burial.