A sharp blade pierced through skin, blood coming out of the wounds of the boy's chest. The blonde let out a shrill cry as the metal dug deeper, splitting through all layers of skin and starting to rip through the muscle. Vanitas couldn't help but smile. That oh-so-happy face of the blue eyed boy he hated so now had a look of pure terror and fear. He pulled the blade down, the sound of tearing skin and screams were music to his ears.

He reached the stomach, twisting the knife to make the blood vessels and stomach tissue rip and break. The blonde let out another scream, tears streaming down his face. His blue eyes became blank and almost lifeless…

Vanitas liked him like that. He liked him full of fear and misery. He loved seeing him cry and beg for his life. He positioned the knife right over the blonde boy's heart and-

BEEP

BEEP

BEEP

Vanitas let out an annoyed groan, hitting the snooze button on his alarm clock. His dream was ruined thanks to his alarm. And it was a nice dream too… He signed and snuggled back into bed under his thick blanket. "Stupid school…" he mumbled to himself. He'd love to just stay home and do whatever he wanted. Reading "The Tell Tale Heart" was much more fun than reading "Romeo and Juliet" by a long shot. Or he could close all the curtains and watch a scary movie instead of watching a video on the Declaration of Independence.

As he dozed off imagining being home, the sharp cry of his clock went off again. After a moment of scrambling to find the off button he gave up and just ripped the power cord out of the wall. The red numbers of the time disappeared and the alarm stopped.

He sat up in bed, stretching and yawning to try and wake up. He could always say he was sick and go back to sleep, but his mother would drag him to the doctor only to find out there was nothing wrong and that her son lied to her. Then if he got sick for real she wouldn't believe him, so that option was out. He got done quickly then headed downstairs into the kitchen.

"Morning Vanitas" came the tired (and somewhat annoying) voice of his twin sister, who was leaning against the counter drinking coffee. He yawned. "Whatever. Don't bug me this morning Xion." He said, pulling her short ebony hair. He was okay with her. Half the time he wanted to lock her in a closet (which he has done) and the other half he never bothered with her. It was the typical sibling love found in any household with two siblings who both hate each other's guts and love them to death.

"Ow! Fine! I won't!" she yelled. He covered her mouth before she could finish. "Don't make so much noise. We don't want her up"

Xion nodded in agreement. Anything but her in the morning! They DID NOT need to deal with her in the morning.

…Unfortunately they were too late. They realized that as their mother ran down the stairs in her star-print robe and slippers, sliding to a stop in the kitchen.

"Morning!" she yelled and hugged them. Vanitas could put up with a few things. His mother wasn't on that list… Every time he tried to have a quiet, decent morning his mother ("The Great Ninja Yuffie" as his father nicknamed her) just HAD to ruin it.

He squirmed out of her death hug just as she was about to kiss them as she did every morning. Vanitas quickly formulated an excuse to leave in his head.

"I have to go Mom! I need to clean out my locker so I have to be there early!" he said, grabbing his bag and making a mad dash for the front door. He laughed when he heard the angry voice of his sister yelling "You fucking liar!" followed by their mother's ranting about how they shouldn't swear.

As he walked into the school yard those few students who were there early moved out of the way of the walking evil that went by them. He walked into the school, where no one was really in yet, and made his way to his locker.

He liked the school better that way. Quiet, not crowded, no annoying students and teachers to piss him off, to get in his way. It was great.

As he turned the corner of the hallway where his locker was located he saw a dot of yellow by it. He could feel his blood boil as he realized who it was. He walked over to the blue eyed blonde. This time he actually looked up and glanced at him, and had a look of absolute horror.

"You should've noticed me before! NOW you're scared?!" Vanitas thought and stopped a foot away from the boy.

"About time you saw me" Vanitas said, his voice laced with anger as he played back yesterday in his mind. "You shouldn't get in my way like you did yesterday"

The boy tilted his head. Looks of fear turned into confusion. "Huh?"

Vanitas got more enraged.

"You were staring at that poster outside the lunchroom like a fucking idiot" he said.

The blonde tilted his head. "Uh…" he started. Vanitas crossed his arms, trying to refrain from smashing the boy's head against the brick wall until it was painted red with blood.

"I wasn't here yesterday. You're looking for my brother"

Vanitas stared at him. "What?"

The blonde smiled. "I was sick yesterday. My twin was the one who probably pissed you off" he said. He paused and scratched the back of his head. "Figures he'd cause problems on his first day…"

Vanitas sighed, letting out all his pent up anger and bloodlust. He was hoping he could brutally murder that damn boy now, but all that was ruined. "Maybe I could kill his brother too. Two times the fun"

He glared at the blonde in front of him, sending a shock of terror though him, as could be seen. "And you are…?"

"R-Roxas" he said, words getting caught in his throat.

"And that idiot brother of yours is…?"

"Ven-"

"Roxaaaaaaas~!"

Before Roxas could finish he hit the floor with his none-to-quiet brother on his back from an overly powerful glomp.

"Why'd you leave early this morning? You promised we'd walk to school together" the annoying boy said, poking his twin's cheek.

Roxas tossed him off and stood up. "To get away from your sugar-high ass" he said and brushed himself off. His twin sat up from where he landed on the floor. "Candy isn't sugar! It's candy!" he argued, his nonsense reasoning causing his brother to get annoyed.

Roxas turned to the dark haired boy. "This is Ventus" he said, sounding like he was going to go insane. Vanitas looked at Ventus, who was counting the dots on the floor tile he was sitting in front of. After he glared for a moment Ventus got up and finally looked over.

Vanitas got a totally new reaction than most people had with his glare.

"Ooooooooh! You have pretty eyes!"

Vanitas could feel his eye twitch. What the fuck was wrong with this guy?! Was he on drugs?!

Ventus ran over to glomp him. With one swift step to the right Ventus missed and dove head first into the lockers, falling over onto the floor after.

"Owie! Stupid lockers!" Ventus said, rolling on the floor and rubbing his red forehead.

Vanitas' bloodlust came back ten-fold.

This guy is SO fucking dead.