VanitasXNamineXRoxas ENDGAME. It has arrived. That is all I will say.

Halo 3 Original Soundtrack "This is the Hour" is playing in my head right now, for good reason.

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING MENTIONED IN THIS STORY.

Just this story. Enjoy!

Before I can tell you how I ended up pinned against the wall by Seifer, I have to tell you how I got to Club T in the first place.

My getting pinned to the wall is getting to happen a lot lately. What do people have against just leaving me alone anyways?

Back to the story.

So, Aqua gave me permission, and I went back to my room to dress up. For today I chose a light-gray, knee length pleated skirt. My top was a light blue button-up blouse with short sleeves.

At about 8:30 Vanitas picked me up, and then we went to Kairi's to pick her up.

But when I called Xion…

"Xion, we're going to a club tonight. Wanna come?"

"Sure! But somebody else is already driving me."

"Who?"

"Roxas."

"WHAT?"

"I know. Shocking, huh—I thought he was a playboy, but he's actually kind of nice."

"Ummm, okay. So do you know which one we're going to?"

"T, right? It's reputedly the only club creeps don't frequent."

"Yep. They have a sharp bouncer."

"So see you there?"

"Alright. See ya."

I hung up.

"So the crazy one is getting driven to T…by him?" Vanitas said in an incredulous tone.

I sighed, still not quite believing it. "That's what she says…"

Kairi spoke up. "Well, Xion DID say that she had, how do I put this, a prior engagement when you invited her to my house."

"And she did run off on Wednesday and Thursday to meet someone," I added.

"I think I saw someone who looked like her going into an empty classroom with a spiky-haired blond," Vanitas finished.

Now, I wasn't expecting that. "She WHAT?" I screeched, making Kairi and Vanitas wince.

"Yes, she did. Now can you let our eardrums regenerate in peace?" Vanitas groaned, driving one-handed and holding the other over his ear.

The three of us arrived at the nightclub some twenty minutes later. Its color scheme was predominantly cool colors—green and blue. I liked the look of it immediately.

Getting past the bouncer was a piece of cake; getting past the inch-thick gaps between people in the club itself was much harder.

I momentarily got lost in the throng, blinded by the flashing of dozens of spotlights and deafened by the thundering music.

This is about when Seifer came across me.

He looked drunk, stumbling and slurring like some pirate who came across a shed full of rum.

"Heeyyy, Namine," he said slowly with a stupid grin. "How's it going?"

I ostentatiously flipped my hair over my shoulder and turned on my heel. "None of your business, creep," I retorted before striding away.

I counted two steps before a metal grasp enclosed my wrist. "I said, how's it going?" Seifer asked again.

"Let go of me," I replied calmly.

"Say please."

"Please?" I said sarcastically.

"No."

I was small and rather weak, but I was also fast and graceful. He was a head higher than me and a lot stronger, but he was also drunk, likely disoriented from the lights and loud music (amplified by his own lack of intelligence), and not known for his agility.

So why did I let him smack me against the wall? Because like I said, his grip was like freaking metal. For my purposes it may very well have been metal.

Still, there are ways for a girl to break free from an annoying guy. The one I chose was considered to be rather hilarious when done by a girl to a guy.

As a distraction (in my opinion a crucial part of the gambit) I slapped Seifer in a stereotypically womanly fashion. Read: it didn't hurt at all.

Seifer chuckled evilly and leaned in so close, I could smell the exquisite stench of alcohol supplementing his regular bad breath.

"Feisty," he sneered, leering at me. "I like feisty."

I just rolled my eyes. "How original," I responded in a deadpan tone. "Your English essays must be very imaginative."

That's the second stage, act sarcastic and bored so that the idiots lower their guard.

"Why, thank you," Seifer slurred. His other hand drifted to my butt and fondled the soft muscle. I hissed but restrained my outrage, saving it.

The third stage was to get them in close so that there was no chance in hell a user could miss.

Now, as an artist, I had a superb sense of distance and perspective. Meaning, when I lowered my knee and drove it up into Seifer's crotch, I hit the sweet spot—one of his testicles.

KO.

I left Seifer to writhe on the floor, screaming his head off in agony, and walked away to find Kairi again.

I located her ordering a drink at the bar, Vanitas at her side.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked, sitting down next to them. "And I hope that's not alcohol."

"Namine!" Vanitas cried. He hugged me like the world was ending. "Where were you?"

"I got lost and had a little adventure with Seifer," I nonchalantly replied, managing to divert my boyfriend's arms to my waist so that I wasn't smothered.

Kairi gasped. "Are you okay?" she said.

"I am, but he isn't," I answered with a grin. "He fell for the oldest trick in the book!"

Vanitas grimaced in sympathy. "Happened to me once. Most embarrassing thing that I ever went through. So, changing the subject, have you seen Roxas and Xion?"

He pronounced Roxas exactly like how the other boy pronounced his, with an air of loathing.

"No," I smirked. "Then again, maybe they don't want to be found…"

They both laughed at my joke.

"So, do you two wanna go dancing?" Vanitas inquired.

"I don't have a date," Kairi whined. "And I wouldn't feel comfortable rubbing up against some stranger—wait that came out wrong."

Vanitas and I laughed again, and I replied, "Don't worry Kairi, I'll share Vanitas with you."

"But that's like cheating on Sora!" Kairi protested.

"We're just dancing," I sighed. "Hands-free, separate, and chaste."

"Okay," Kairi mumbled. "But I still feel kind of bad about this."

I grabbed her arm and we made for the middle of the gigantic dance floor. Okay, I'm not the best dancer in the whole world, but at least I know how to sway to good music.

It was surprisingly more fun than I had thought it would be. Kairi danced much better than I did, not too shocking considering that she took ballet classes, and occasionally pulled off an eye-catching cartwheel. I'll never know how she didn't collide with anybody in that tight crowd.

I suddenly realized that Vanitas was nowhere to be found. I went up to Kairi and shouted over the din, "I'm gonna go find Vanitas, okay?"

Her only confirmation was a nod before she resumed dancing.

I scanned the crowd on the ground floor for Vanitas's signature charcoal hair. Not finding it, I then looked up at the second floor. There he was, talking and laughing with…with…with…

Larxene.

My vision went red and my hands balled into fists. What was she doing here, and more importantly, why the fuck was Vanitas with her?

I stomped up the stairs, shoving through the throng of people on both levels. More often than not those shoved let me pass at seeing the ire on my face. However, when I turned around to see if anyone would retaliate, I saw them shaking their heads with sympathetic expressions.

I ignored them and carried on, eventually forcing my way to Vanitas and Larxene. Now they were smooching.

Vanitas was holding a cup, which I hadn't noticed before, but I was too infuriated to care.

"What the hell, Vanitas!" I hollered. "What are you doing with the bitch?"

They pointedly ignored me, so I walked up and cuffed Vanitas. He turned to me, anger fading to amusement in his eyes as he saw who it was.

"Oh, hey there Nami—" he started, but I cut him off.

"I can't believe you!" I yelled. "And don't call me Namine! We're over!"

With that I stormed off.

I tramped down the steps, fuming, and not just at him. Had he been playing me this whole time?

A throbbing headache chipped at the quick of my patience, and I went outside through the back door to cool off.

As I stood there, breathing the cool, crisp night air and slowly letting my rage melt away, I marveled at the ease with which Vanitas had seduced me. Had Larxene been his real girlfriend this entire time?

Had Yuna known? My heart ached at the possibility; the cheerful brunette had been pretty much the only one to act kindly towards me out of all the preppies at the alcove that day.

The door unexpectedly opened. I didn't have to turn around to know who it was.

"Why aren't you with your bitch?" I asked casually. I refused to look at the bastard.

"Because, Namine, you still owe me something." His voice was easy but in a monotone.

"Really?" I said. "Hmmm, I seem to recall that it was you who were cheating on me."

"Well, let's just that every girl I seduce does it for me," he replied. "And I never fail to collect."

Alarms blared in my head, but even then I moved too late.

Vanitas slammed me against the dry plaster of the wall and forced his mouth onto mine. I bit him.

He punched me across the face, and grabbed my neck, jerking me onto my toes. I could feel a bruise starting to form across my injured face, but I sneered at him nonetheless.

"What's wrong?" I taunted, getting the words out despite his hands slowly tightening around my throat. "Am I not pretty enough for you?"

His left hand left my neck and slid up my skirt, fingering the waistband of my panties.

"Scared yet?" he taunted back.

I stepped up to the plate. "Do your worst, loser," I laughed. "I've got the feeling you'll even mess up raping me."

Vanitas hit me again before leaning in close. He opened his mouth to speak.

But I wasn't listening to him. I was busy triumphantly reciting: distract them, get them to lower their guard, and lure them in.

My kneecap flew straight and true, crash-landing with the combined hammer of every muscle in my tiny frame directly into his groin. This time I was even harsher than I had been with Seifer, for I could feel the distinct sensation of an organ being squished against the unyielding bone of my knee and his pelvis.

I smirked again and daintily brushed myself off as my ex rolled on the floor, gagging.

"Like I said, oldest trick in the book," I laughed, before walking away.

Almost instantly, though, I slowed and turned back around. I was worried…

…that he hadn't learned his lesson.

So I was obliged to go back and kick him some more—face, side, shoulder, shin, groin again (ouch)…

The door opened again. Was it Larxene? My fists clenched at the possibility. If so, I'd give her a piece of my mind as violently as possible.

It was Roxas. He looked out of breath.

"Namine!" he said. "Are-are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, tensing. "Shouldn't you be with Xion?"

"She wouldn't get the hint that I had to go help you," he muttered. He ambled over and gave a low whistle at the sight of an unconscious Vanitas on the ground. "You did quite a number on him. Even worse than what I'd have done."

I wasn't listening to him, because the steam pouring out of my ears smothered his words.

"HOW! DARE! YOU!" I screamed, punching Roxas. "BASTARD!" I slapped him.

"What?" he asked, intimidated and shielding his face from further attack.

I socked him in the gut and he doubled over. "YOU! ABANDONED! XION?" I shrieked at the top of my lungs. I made to strike him again, but Roxas grabbed my wrists.

"Namine, hold on! I can explain!" he desperately shouted.

I wouldn't listen to any of his bullshit. "Let go of me, you asshole!" I yelled.

He did with a saddened expression. "And quit the puppy-eyes act!"

"Namine," Roxas began. "No, Namine, WAIT!"

I could hear him running after me, but I was much faster than him. Within seconds he was hopelessly behind me.

Tears again rose in my eyes as I ran for home.

I mumbled the words under my breath the whole of the forty-five minutes.

"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you."

BOO-YAH! Get some, Namine! You go girl! Was what she did badass? I mean, kicking in the groin is considered cheap…

As for Xion… 0_o

Yeah, I'd be pissed too if somebody played one of my friends like that. I don't even want to think about how she's feeling.

So, that's it. Namine and Vanitas are over, but apparently so are she and Roxas.

*whistles* How is he ever going to get out of this mess? Keep reading to find out!

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