Well, I'm terribly sorry, but this is going to be my last oneshot, at least for a while.

I'm going to work in my other story, Invincible, and sadly, I have a very one-tracked mind.

I will come back to this story (Or collection of stories) when I've finished Invincible, so feel free to keep requesting, just don't expect them to be fulfilled for a while.

Anyways, this one's a VaniShi, for Miwasaki Yuki rin! Enjoy!

Xion stumbled down the dark alleyway, a trail of blood leading down her arm.

(Why? Why did you have to get involved with the Organisation? Nothing good's come of it. Now you've been shot and they're after you. Why? WHY!?)

A horrifying thought struck the teen, and she fell over at the mere thought of it.

(What if they go after him? What if he gets hurt worse than I have been?)

(No. That's not acceptable. You have to protect him. And… and Axel and Roxas wouldn't hurt him… would they? They're in the Organisation, but they're okay. They wouldn't hurt anyone that has nothing to do with this… right?)

Xion stood up again, holding her right shoulder, where she was shot by Xigbar earlier that night for not paying the Organisation what she owed them. Axel had reacted instantly, grabbing Xion gently and ripping a portion off of the arm of his coat to press over the wound.

Roxas had thrown a stick a Xigbar, and then helped Axel accompany Xion to a hospital, before the girl had told them that she would be fine, and that going to the hospital would be stupid.

Her friends had left, after much convincing, leaving Xion to her haunting thoughts.

(You'll never be able to pay them off…)

(You need to stop them from hurting him….)

She knew for sure now that the Organisation would target those close to her. Probably him first, then her parents or something. They might even go so far as to target Roxas and Axel.

No. This can't happen.

Xion stumbled blindly out of the alleyway, and found the telephone booth that she knew would be there, next to the empty road.

His number was typed in with ease, for she knew it off the top of her head.

The rings, and then a bored voice spoke, "What is it? ... I mean, hello, Vanitas speaking."

Xion almost laughed with relief. So he was okay. For now.

"Vanitas, it's Xion."

"Xion!? Where are you? Where have you been? Jeez, your pizza's gone cold."

(You can't tell him… he'll just get hurt, idiot.)

Xion spoke quickly, quietly, "Vanitas, this isn't working…"

"What isn't? Are you allergic to dough? I have some 2 Minute Noodles, if you want them instead…"

"No, not the pizza. Us. I… it's over… I'm sorry."

There a long silence, then Vanitas spoke up again, voice shaky, "I… don't get it…"

"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry. But I don't love you. Not like I once did."

"So, what, you're breaking up with me over the phone!? This is ridiculous!"

"I'm sorry…"

"And stop apologising! Fine, whatever. Just… fine. G'bye Xion"

Xion was about to stop Vanitas, to explain everything, the pain in his voice was heartbreaking, but then the line cut off.

Xion collected her change from the call (She had expected it to be longer. Why wasn't it longer?) and left the telephone booth, ignoring the shifting shadow in the alleyway that meant she had been watched.

The Organisation saw and heard. Perfect.

A single tear rolled down the teen's cheek and she hurried to brush it off before walking through the darkness, towards Namine's house, wondering if Vanitas would accept her back into his heart after all this mess was cleared up, or if she would live the rest of his life with a hole in her heart.

(What heart? You're just heartless. Cruel. You don't even seem to have emotions. Stupid girl. Why'd you get into this mess?)

(Sorry, Vanitas… I'm so sorry)

Vanitas stared at his phone for an hour after he hung on his girlfriend.

Ex-girlfriend.

(You're an idiot, aren't you? What made you think she likes you? That she ever liked you?)

No, he was sure that she must have liked him at some point. Right?

After eating a terribly cold and tasteless pizza (By himself), Vanitas drifted off to sleep, dreaming of better times with a raven-haired girl.

Well it seems imagineyourotp just loooves giving me depressing prompts

*Jumps off a cliff from feels*

Please review, thank you for rea-

Oh, wait, no I need to tell you the actual prompt, don't I?

It was 'Imagine that Person A of your OTP gets involved with some dangerous people and is worried that they're jeopardizing Person B's life by being so close to them. Person A calls from a phone booth and says that it's over. Person B doesn't understand, refuses to believe it; asks why. Person A fights back tears, reminds themself that this might be the only way to save their lover's life, and hangs up. Person A wonders if they'll ever get out of this horrible situation and be able to go back to the only person that made them happy; Person B wonders what they did to ruin things and is no longer sure that Person A ever really cared about them.'

Yeah so thank you for reading!

See you in a while!