Hiii. :D Woohoo, the first real chapter.
I don't really have much to say, only that I feel like I'm beginning to get a feeling for the English language... I hope C:

Forty-five minutes and a heavy shock - "stop sneaking up on me!" - later, Ven had to admit that his fridge looked a little more stuffed than before. He wasn't sure if he should ask what this was all about.

And this guy...oh yeah.

"What's your name anyways?", he asked and soon regretted it. The raven gazed at him as if he had said something terribly wrong. Luckily, his expression eased fast.

"Call me whatever you want." Oh well.

"You can't even be serious in the slightest."

"I am. What's the first name that comes to your mind when looking at me?"

"Jack the Ripper."

To be honest, that wasn't exactly true. Ventus couldn't think of a name instead of titles. What came to his mind were words like psychopath or stalker.

"Fine, then I'll be Jack the Ripper from now on."

What a jerk. But Ven wasn't finished yet. For some strange reason, this parasite – another nice nickname – had settled down in his apartment, but he would make sure to end that soon.

"And what do you want from me? How did you even know where I live? I'm still having problems finding the way from time to time."

"Did I know? Maybe I just guessed pretty good." He didn't even put effort into making it sound honest, which drove Ven even madder. He remembered kids in his classes tormenting him for stupid things and he had been glad to leave all that behind.

"Listen here, I don't find this funny at all. I'll get you out of here, even if it's the last thing I'll ever do." With that, he went over to the phone, picked it up and started calling the police.

For a second he wondered that the raven didn't even try to stop him, but before he could feel any joy about it, he lost ground, was seized by the neck and brutally pressed against the wall.

"I wouldn't try that if I were you. No need to get both of us in trouble, right?"

"Both of us?! There is no us! There's me who just wants to be left in peace and you who doesn't only stalk me but also breaks into my apartment and refuses to leave. Let go of me!"

The raven didn't do Ven's bidding. He had known that something was terribly wrong about that guy, but this was way too much.

His arms were pinned against his back so he couldn't use them to fight back. His legs were blocked as well so he didn't really see a way out of this. Great.

"What the hell do you want from me, goddamn it?!"

"Apart from stopping to scream at me, you could just shut up and do what I tell you to. Is that too much to ask?"

"Wait until you fall asleep."

He was so mad, mad and frightened, and the evil laugh he was gifted didn't really lighten up his mood.

"Adorable, aren't you? You don't seem to understand, but I could kill you right here and now without anyone noticing."

He sighed as if he had said too much and turned away his head. Luckily for him, Ventus had no clue what those words meant.

"What are you talking about? Of course my family would notice if they never heard of me again, stupid."

"You really don't understand. No one would ever know I did it. Let alone why I did it. And now shut up."

He let go and Ven had to reach for the wall behind himself to not fall over. What had he gotten himself into? Or rather: Had he gotten himself into it? After all, he hadn't made the decision to tell this guy where he lived. He had just known, and Ventus had no idea why or how.

As if nothing had happened, that guy just walked over to the sofa and let himself fall onto it again. Ven decided to accept his fate for the moment. It was like something stopped him from complaining any further.

"You could at least tell me your real name then."

"No, I can't. But how about this: You just call me Vanitas. Handpicked by myself, just like a real name, don't you think?"

"Parents pick those."

He knew his answer wasn't needed since the statement itself had never been for real. But to be honest, he didn't really care either. Instead, he rubbed his shoulder which still hurt.

"You don't happen to have something modern like...I don't know, a TV? We could start off with matches and work our way up."

"Funny."

He sure as hell wasn't stupid enough to give an answer to that question. Of course he had a TV, it was still in the storeroom though.

Still trying to shake of the shock of the situation, he noticed that this guy had already changed back to normal as if nothing had ever happened. Ven wondered. Had he really become one of those victims in Hollywood-movies? His life really seemed to love him.

Maybe he should try some of the food he gained from this jerk. And where did he even get the money? Why didn't he live in his own apartment and instead bothered Ven? So many questions but no answers so far.

Ven decided that it didn't matter for now and headed for the kitchen. If it hadn't been for the psychopath sitting on his sofa right now, he would almost have been happy for not having to ask his parents for money. But how did they say? Life ain't easy.

Maybe if he went to the university tomorrow, things would settle themselves. Maybe he was dreaming. Maybe he had hit his head somewhere...

But there was still something he wanted to settle no matter what.

"Say, you didn't plan on staying for long, right?"

"Oh, maybe just a few months."

"Just...what? Okay, listen, I'll try this rationally. Even if I wanted that – and I can assure you that I don't-"

"You're breaking my heart."

"...it wouldn't even make sense. This apartment is fitted to one person only, and if you think I'll give up half of the bathroom and maybe even my bed...well, think again!"

This had to be convincing, right?!

"I don't care. I'll find a way to make myself comfortable."

Great. Just plain awesome. He could try running away. Leave everything behind and go find the police. But for a reason he couldn't explain to himself, it felt like a pretty bad idea.

Without wasting even one more word on this weirdo, he left the living room for the kitchen. He was pretty hungry and even though cooking really wasn't something he wasn't good at, he didn't have much of a choice.

He should probably pore over some books with cooking advice in them, but right now, he had loads of other problems. And one of those decided to stand millimeters away from him the second he turned around which made him scream like a little girl.

"What the hell are you doing?!", he screeched and jinked. Did he need someone to scare him like that? No! But Vanitas really didn't seem to care. Instead, he cast a disgusted gaze in the pot and raised an eyebrow.

"Do you always cook this...fancy?"

"Not forcing you to eat any."

"Wise decision."

Annoyed, Ventus watched Vanitas rummaging in the cupboards, probably looking for something decent to eat. He decided not to complain because it wasn't really his food after all and he was kind of glad to have it.

"So...what exactly are you doing there?"

"What does it look like? I'm trying to find something I can actually eat. Are you sure you're able to live on your own?"

Way better than with you, Ven thought but didn't dare to say it. He wasn't up to another...fight by now.

"Do whatever you like", he said sarcastically and headed for his bedroom to get ready to sleep. Could this please just be a terrible nightmare?

Back in the kitchen he found himself, unbelievable but true, laughing at how Vanitas sat in front of the oven like a little child on Christmas waiting for their present.

"I'm pretty sure you can't force it to be done by staring at it. Where are my..."

Where were the noodles he had left on the hotplate? Seriously, he just wanted something to eat.

"I told you I wasn't going to eat that. Just wait."

Oh well, he probably hooked himself an expert chef here. Wasn't that great?

"You know, there's something I don't understand."

"Like what?"

"You kind of burgle me, threaten me, refuse to leave but you don't plan on either robbing or killing me, right?"

"Well, I could probably find a reason to do so if you wanted me to."

"...Not interested. Still, why?"

"Have you really already forgotten that?"

Forgotten what? He frowned in confusion. He did make it sound serious although you could never be sure.

"I don't like to repeat myself. You'll just have to remember by yourself, I guess."

And that was the only explanation he was going to get, wasn't it? How very enlightening. Ventus really had no idea what to remember since the only time he had spoken to this creep before had been right in front of the university.

He gave up and dropped onto one of the kitchen chairs. Saying that he was hungry would be an understatement. Maybe that was part of the reason he couldn't think clearly.

But even half an hour later and with a filled tummy – he sure as hell wasn't going to admit how good the stuff had tasted – he had no idea what this was all about. And he also started to doubt that he should actually know.

Tomorrow, he would think about getting rid of Vanitas for good. He wasn't as annoying as Ven had feared, but that didn't make him less of a creepy stalker.

But for now, the blonde would play nice and let this guy sleep on the sofa. Just this once.

He entered the living room, armed with bedding and found Vanitas browsing through a book Ven needed for the university, a kind of incredulous expression on his face.

"Wouldn't you need something like a minimum-IQ for this? Who did you steal that from?", he was told with a sardonic grin.

Ven didn't find that funny at all but said nothing. Hopefully, he'd find that on its original place the next day.

He dropped the stuff in his hands and backed off to his own room, not sure why he wasn't so damn afraid that he jumped out of the window.

No, he didn't even feel like he was in danger, as weird as it sounded.

And suddenly, he got the strange feeling that he had forgotten something very important.