A/N: So, even though I only have like, one review. I STILL WANT TO POST THE NEXT CHAPTER. Because I believe this fanfiction will bloom into something AMAZING. Yep. SOO, here it is. And thankyou SHR0UD for helping me out with the summary n such :)

THIS IS SO SHORT, BY THE WAY. It makes me mad. I mean, I guess I could add more but hahahaaaa, no thanks. Gotta wait for the next chapter! Okay really, I'm done speaking/typing now.

Chapter 2 – You're a Disgrace

"Now King Sora, today is the day you will be meeting the Princess of Destiny Islands," said a loyal servant of the Hikari family, Aerith Gainsborough.

She set down an outfit on Sora's blue silk bed and continued on, "So, although you may not like wearing such a regal, and not to mention itchy, outfit, it is a must for such a special day like this." She motioned for Sora to sit on the bed and put her hands on his shoulders. "The alliance between Kingdom Hearts and Destiny Islands all depends on you." She took a deep breath and gave Sora a serious look, "You must marry the Princess of Destiny Islands."

His cerulean eyes became bug-eyed at her words. "M-Marry? What? I'm only sixteen! I don't want to get married. I've never even had a girlfriend before!" he exclaimed, arms flailing about.

"You probably shouldn't tell anyone else that…" Aerith said, giving a small giggle.

"Aerith!" Sora said, crossing his arms with a pout.

The brunette young lady covered her mouth and subsided her giggling. Clearing her voice, she continued on, "Anyway, Sora dear, don't freak out. This could be someone you really learn to love. Someone who could become not only your…wife, but your best friend," she put her hands on his cheeks and looked at him with concern, "So don't be afraid, okay?"

"Do I at least get some chocolate truffles for doing this?" Sora asked, with a pout seeing that if he should have to do this, he should at least get something in return.

Aerith gave a small chuckle, rolling her eyes. "Sure, Sora. Excuse me, I guess I should say, King Sora," she said giving a small wink. "Now come along, you need to wash up," she said, pulling him off the bed and out of his room into the long hallway, full of too many doors to count.

Vanitas opened the grand doors into the castle, finally coming back from disappearing last night at the coronation. His blood still boiled from the fact that his little brother—actually, little imbecile is more like it—got to become king instead of him. He was the one who deserved it! He punched one of the castle walls, startling a poor maid who was dusting.

"P-Prince Vanitas, is everything okay?" she asked quietly.

He simply ignored her words, as if her presence was nonexistent, eyes trained towards the tall, gold trimmed doors at the end of the hallway. He reached one of the golden door knobs and turned it, slamming the door open.

King Eraqus looked up from his paper work, a bit startled. Once he realized it was Vanitas, his began to glare.

"Grandfather, I demand to know why you chose Sora, an immature, clueless kid, over me," he said, still standing at the doorway.

King Eraqus sighed and down his glasses on his fine wood desk. "Vanitas, there is really no need for this…" he said, tired of his grandson's actions.

"No! You know that was supposed to be my crown! I've worked so hard to get it and then it just lands in the hands of someone who doesn't even want it!" Vanitas yelled, stepping closer to the old man, hands tight in fists.

"How would you know what Sora wants?" Eraqus said, standing up, the chair screeching under him. "What you have been doing is worrying more about your reputation as an ill-behaved boy than focusing on the duties of being a king," he said, glaring. "Besides, you know your place here. You are not a full Hikari…" Eraqus said, lowering his voice at those final words.

Vanitas lowered his head in shame, tightening his fists. He had heard this plenty times before. "I still deserve a chance…" Vanitas said softly.

"No. You are a disgrace to this family. And so is your mother. She was a mistake in my son's life which is exactly why he moved on with Tifa; someone who is not irresponsible and reckless like that mother of yours. No wonder you act the same," Eraqus said, spitting out the words and glaring up at the sad excuse of a Hikari.

Vanitas could not hold in his rage any longer. "Do NOT talk about my mother like that!" He yelled, slapping his hands on the desk. "She was a better parent than you could ever be," Vanitas snarled. "You let your own son take the blame and die for something he didn't even do," Vanitas said, words slicing through the air.

Eraqus stared at him, shock from his words and slowly lowered his head, unable to speak and he held his head down in shame. Vanitas smirked at his victory and began to back away. "I'm glad that I don't have as nearly as much blood of yours in me as the others. I'd hate to have such an infectious disease," he said, before stepping out of the room. He slammed the doors and let his long jacket flare about as he walked down the hallway, ignoring the poor maid once again, and down the stairs, not setting eyes on any of the other workers who stared at him in fear. He opened the door to the front entrance of the castle and swiftly walked out, with only one thing in mind.

Revenge.