A/N: I'm so surprised that you actually like this. Thank you all! :) I love the reviews and appreciate everyone who's read this story. Disclaimer: I do not own kingdom hearts ok
Holy hell. I don't know why but I instantly felt sad. I sighed and continued walking. Vanitas seemed confused but followed me. "I know. I hate having to act like that. It's like I become this nerd that can't wait to get to school or to do something nice for someone. I'm not like that at all. I hate school and people avoid me anyway so I don't exactly like them either," I said, my face a mask of melancholy.
Vanitas sighed and I glanced over towards him. He had his hands in his hoodie pockets and was silently staring at the ground near his feet. "I'm sorry for saying that. It's just that I've never seen someone have to shift personalities so quickly before. It's similar for me too. I'm not sure people understand that just because you wear black and have piercings that you're automatically a bad person. Hell, they need to get in their heads that just because their lives are perfect that everyone else's isn't," he said. I watched him in odd fascination; I'd never been able to talk to someone who understood except Aqua and Sora.
He suddenly became really sad. "Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to throw my depressive opinion towards you," he said, ducking his head. I rapidly shook my head and moved closer. "No, please keep talking. I've never talked to anyone who understood what kind of hellhole society is," I said. He looked up at me and grinned.
"Well...alright then. So tell me, Ventus, how would you like to describe society?" he asked, timidly making his voice sound like a reporter. I giggled then straightened up. "I'd say that people are judgemental pricks that always have jealousy stuck up their asses," I said. He laughed and I felt myself smiling genuinely. This was new and I was surprised.
We walked together for a while, talking freely and carefree. I realized I was comfortable with his company. Another surprise. He halted in front of a bright white house with dark red shutters and door. I glanced at him and saw, to my embarrassment, that he'd shifted his face towards me. I blushed and gave him a half grin. He chuckled and pushed open the gate.
He bowed and gestured with his arm the way through. "After you, sir" he said with a cute British accent. I brushed away the 'cute' thought and smiled. "Why, thank you, sir. Such a gentleman," I said in a fairly good mimicry of the British accent. He beamed a smile at me and I had to forced myself not to blush as I walked past him.
He led me to the door and held a hand up, stopping me. Vanitas leaned his ear against the door and listened closely. A torrent of emotions swirled over his face and he cringed away. "Follow me and be quiet," he whispered taking off his shoes. I copied him and followed as quietly as I could. He opened the door silently and waited until I was through before he closed it without a sound. Screaming and angry bangs were coming from the living room and were echoing throughout the house.
"Why can't you just fuck off and die?!" bellowed a booming male voice. An enormous thud sounded, along with a very painful cry. "You good for nothing piece of shit! I wish I'd never met you!" screeched an angry woman. I flinched at the noise but Vanitas sighed. He walked into the living room and stood there until he was noticed. "What the hell do you want?" said the male. I assumed this was his father. There was a powerful slapping sound and a hiss of pain.
"You bastard, don't speak to our son like that," said the woman who I guessed was the mother. Vanitas watched with a blank expression as the two started fighting once more. "My friend is staying with us for a while. He and I have a project together that requires it," he said. His parents dismissed him impatiently with 'whatever' and 'shut the fuck up, can't you see we're talking?'.
I felt my entire body get hot with anger. Vanitas blinked and walked away. He grabbed my hand and tugged me up the stairs. His back shook with dry sobs that were tearless. My heart was about to break. He had to go through this? I tightened my hold on his hand. He threw open a black door and guided me inside. I took in his room and mentally died and went to heaven. Posters of my favorite bands decorated the room, a piano and violin stood in a corner, the bed was a dark mahogany color and the small desk in the corner was filled to the brim with art supplies.
As Vanitas slammed the door, I let out the breath I'd been holding. "I'm in love with your room," I said. He looked around and then at me in relief. "Thank you. I decorated it myself. Glad someone finally appreciates my style," he said. My eyes followed him as he went to the piano. "Do you play?" he asked timidly. I nodded, slightly bashful. He raised an eyebrow playfully and stepped away.
"Come on then. Show me," he said. I bit my lip and shuffled over to sit on the leather piano bench. I felt the smooth keys beneath my fingers and breathed out slowly. "What would you like me to play?" I asked. Vanitas tilted his head and picked up a piece of paper from under his desk. He handed it to me and nodded encouragingly. I hoped I could remember to breathe during the song; he was staring at me so intensely. I gulped and smoothed out the paper.
As soon as my fingers hit the keys, my mind went blank. All I could hear was the beautifully tragic music flowing through the air. I hadn't realized that I was moving with the music until my chest bumped the wood beneath the keys. The song ended and I returned back to reality. I reluctantly moved my hands away from the keys and sighed.
I glanced back at Vanitas and saw that he was lying on his bed, his hand over his eyes. I didn't understand why he was like that. Was it bad? "Um, w-was that okay? I didn't fuck it up, did I?" I asked. He lifted his hand away and wiped the tears away. "Are you fucking kidding? That was the most beautiful version of my song I've ever heard," he said, his voice trembling. My mouth fell open in shock.
"That was your song? You write music?" I asked. Vanitas lunged off his bed and slid a folder from under his bed. "It helps me forget," he murmured. I took the folder without breaking eye contact. There were so many emotions in his eyes. It broke my heart. "I...I think you're a fantastic pianist, Ventus," Vanitas said, looking away. I smiled sadly and looked down at the soft black carpet beneath my feet. "My...my mother taught me. Before she died," I said opening the folder. Music notes dotted the pages. I ran my fingers over them and sighed.
"Ventus?" Vanitas asked suddenly. I looked up and plastered on a smile. "You can call me Ven," I said. Vanitas came over to me and I looked away, afraid he would see my tears. He took my chin softly between his fingers and turned my face towards him. I looked up at him and was drowning in the warmth of his golden gaze when he suddenly bit his lip. His hand fell away from my chin shakily and he squeezed his eyes shut.
"I'm sorry," he said, walking quickly out of the room. I sat there, shocked that I was disappointed. 'What the hell did you think he was going to do? Kiss you? I thought you were not gay,' my subconscious jeered. I could barely acknowledge my thoughts for I was entirely focused on the soft, faint crying coming from the bathroom. I shuffled quietly over to the door and listened. There was a sickening slicing sound then a hiss of what sounded like a sigh of relief mixed with pain. The scent of blood drifted from the door and I looked down. 'He actually does cut himself. Why?' I thought. But I already knew why.
I heard him getting up and scrambled back into his room. I picked up the music and looked them over. Ink splatters decked the margins of the music sheets. I jumped in fright as a scream echoed through the hallway. Vanitas opened the door of the bathroom, looking slightly better. He looked at me and smiled sadly. "I know you were there, Ventus. I could hear you breathing," he said slightly amused. I blushed as he once again called out my poor acting skills. "Geez, I can't even act sneaky without you noticing," I teased. He grinned wryly and flopped down on his bed. He was silent for a moment, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.
"Don't you judge me, Ventus? Aren't you going to say that I need to stop?" he asked. I sighed and placed the music down carefully on top of the piano. I hesitantly clamored onto the bed and laid on my stomach near him. "I don't judge you for cutting. I don't want you to kill yourself but I understand why you do," I said softly. He turned his head towards me and stared at me. I looked down at his bedspread and twiddled my thumbs nervously. "It's like something that makes the pain not as unbearable," I said.
Vanitas turned his body towards me and furrowed his eyebrows. I glanced up at him quickly then looked back down. "People think that you're pathetic and worthless so you want to drive that feeling of agony away with the second strongest emotion you can possess which is pain," I continued. Vanitas took a sharp intake of breath and closed his eyes.
"What's the first strongest, Ven?" he asked. I gulped and shifted so I was facing him. He stared intently down at me, right in my eyes. I smiled shyly and blushed. "Well, it's kinda corny but I think the strongest emotion is love. But it's stupid, right?" I said shaking my head. Vanitas took my face between his hands and pulled me closer. I could feel his warm breath hit me and I bit my lip. "It's not stupid," he whispered before his lips pressed against mine.
A/N: I honestly want to continue this. I'm so glad you all enjoy my writing. This is such a wonderful surprise for me. So again, thanks so much. I'll work on next chapter as fast as I cans.