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Pity
"Vanitas… Why are you in Sora's Heart anyway..?"
It was days after they met each other when Xion asked that question. They were on the same tree – a paopu tree, if Vanitas remembered Xion mentioning it correctly – where they first (sort of) introduced themselves to each other. Ever since they met each other, they would silently look at the sun set, too shy – or uncaring, in Vanitas's situation – to bother starting a conversation. But this time, Xion decided to take action, and asked the very question Vanitas never wanted to answer.
Not wanting to answer it directly, Vanitas smirked at her and jumped off from the spot where he was sitting on. "I'm here because I have nowhere else to go. That's all."
"Huh..?" Xion titled her head to the side, and Vanitas noticed that she looked very much like a child. "Do you have… I don't know… some sort of… role to play here?"
"Tch." Vanitas's face darkened at the question, and Xion knew that she had made a mistake by asking. He turned away from her and looked at the ocean again, which was dark because of the night sky. He didn't even notice that the sun had set already. He hated the nighttime, despite it being useful to conceal himself, because he was reminded too much of himself – his cursed Heart - from that.
Black. Dark. Never ending and vast.
The irony of how much he could relate to unanimated objects.
"... I was never meant to exist," Vanitas started out bitterly, glaring at nothing in particular. "I was used, and I was destroyed. I was nothing more than a tool – disposable. And now… look at me…" Vanitas laughed darkly, a sadistic smirk on his lips. "I'm gone from the world now, but one day, I will take my revenge."
"But haven't you thought about… starting over?" Xion stood up and rushed to his side. "The world's bigger than you think, and there could be more people like you! Y-You'll never know! Maybe-"
"Shut your trap!" Vanitas yelled angrily, Xion stumbling backwards at his sudden outburst. "No one knows my pain. You don't know my pain. We just met, and you expect me to talk about myself over ice cream? No! I didn't ask to be created, but now I'm stuck here with a useless, little brat without any sort of freaking purpose in this-"
A sudden pause.
Vanitas stared at Xion, sprawled helplessly on the sand with a look of anguish on her face. He then asked himself: why would Xion be here in the first place?
"… I do know I'm just a… failure."
As if on cue, Vanitas remembered Xion's words when they met, and the girl herself let out a humorless laugh. "You know, it's hard. I'm not meant to exist too you know. I lived a good existence, had wonderful memories, discovered I was literally made of memories, and now… everyone's forgotten about me, because I never did exist."
Xion's eyes were glazed over, a sad smile on her lips. Without waiting for a reply, she walked away and disappeared by the island's forest. And suddenly, the sky turned dark, and rain started to pour.
Vanitas can only stare. By the look of her pained face, he knew that Xion's life was probably more of a bitch in her face compared to his. Vanitas would be lying if he didn't feel any pity fot Xion.
Even his dark Heart's seemed to agree.
He had to find her… and tell her something. Anything at all.