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atomic-taco-muffin · 3 years

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The Lost Princess Chapter 5

Warnings: angst/fluff. it’s mainly angst

Rating: SFW

75 years after Xehanort had found you and met the MoM

Xehanort was standing in the keyblade graveyard with Xigbar and Saïx. He recalled the memory he had with the MoM and chuckled.

“What’s so funny, old man? Mind sharing with us?” Xigbar asked. Xehanort looked at the two men and smirked.

“I stand here today because of a fated encounter, very many years ago, when I was still a young lad. I never learned who he was, and perhaps I never will. But I see now the truth he spoke of,” Xehanort said.

“We don’t have time for bedtime stories. Without the kid, we’re still down a thirteenth vessel, and as for the other twelve, only three of us are here right now. Are you absolutely sure the others made their way back to their perspective times?” Xigbar said. Everyone transported to the mountain (is it a mountain?) and continued their conversation there.

“Marluxia and Larxene are both here in this time, attempting to locate the New Seven Hearts. Luxord is also somewhere about in this age, but after our last meeting, he went in search of something, per your order. Isn’t that so?” Saïx said as he looked at Xigbar.

“Oh, that, right...Well, let’s just say that what he’s doing will benefit us in the long run, but it’s really of no importance right this second. Go on,” Xigbar said.

“Playing your cards close as usual.” Saïx looked at Xehanort and he gave a signal to Saïx

“All right. The hearts of Ansem, Xemnas, Vanitas, Riku Replica, and Young Xehanort returned to where they came from, and reassembled once more. Each of them is seeking a guardian of light,” Saïx said.

“So the ones who turned human, and then back again into Nobodies are me, you, Luxord, Marluxia, and Larxene--that’s five. The ones from the past transferred into replicas are Ansem, Xemnas, Vanitas, Riku Replica, and the old man’s younger self. Then we add the old man in, the total comes up to eleven. I think we’re still missing two,” Xigbar said.

“Let’s not forget my daughter,” Xehanort said.

“The spirit? That girl’s got a lot more light than we think. How are you gonna be able to turn her into a vessel?” Xigbar said.

“I have my ways. After all, a father knows what’s best for his daughter. But now, we must discuss why we have assembled here today. My incarnations from past times, vessels into which I transferred my heart, my essence, were destroyed. Thus, I was restored to what you see now. For one to completely disappear, their heart and body must be restored to their original form. That is one reason why I distributed my heart into several vessels. Ansem and Xemnas originated from Terra, or rather his young form--and it too was restored. However, my heart has returned to me, while his is yet lost. I decided to fill this hollow vessel with my heart--indeed, the very same heart that previously resided with young Terra.”

“So that makes twelve. Then who do we get to replace the kid? Or the spirit?”

“Twelve replicas were created by Vexen. The first twelve were nothing more than puppets, barely human. The first prototype was the Riku Replica, and then No. i was made. That leaves us with six. Ansem, Xemnas, Vanitas, Riku Replica, and Young Xehanort’s hearts--five vessels, one left. Vexen and Demyx are candidates, but backups at best. The plan for the last replica is to give it a heart that is connected to Sora’s,” Saïx said.

“Connected to Sora? Anyone in mind?” Xigbar asked.

“The second prototype that was created, No i. Though erased from memory, it remained in Vexen’s records. Its existence is greatly linked to Sora’s memories, along with (Y/N)’s powers, and thus should prove to be more than adequate for our needs.”

“No.i...an imaginary number. How fitting.”

“While Young Xehanort is occupied with transferring hearts, I must go fulfill my duty. I will go and retrieve Vexen.”

“Reliable as always. It sounds to me like you’ve got everything dependably under control. Well, I’m off to do my part,” Xigbar said as he disappeared through a dark corridor.

“The plan, as we agreed upon,” Saïx said as he also went through a dark corridor, leaving Xehanort on the mountain.

“May your heart be your guiding key, (Y/N). You’re gonna need it,” he said.

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Today was a beautiful day in the Land Of Departure. Xehanort let you visit Eraqus and you were so excited. You and Xehanort walked inside the castle and you ran up to Eraqus.

“Uncle Eraqus!” you said as you ran up to him.

“Hey, kiddo. How’s the best niece ever doing?” he said as he picked you up.

“Good.”

“That’s good. Ready to have the best day ever?”

“Yep!”

“Take good care of her while I’m gone,” Xehanort said.

“Don’t worry. We’ll have a good time right?”

“Right.” you said.

“Alright then. Come give me a hug before I go,” Xehanort said. Eraqus put you down and you ran to Xehanort to give him a hug.

“Be safe, daddy,” you said.

“I will. You go have fun. I’ll be back soon,” Xehanort said.

“Okay.” You let him go and ran back to Eraqus. You thought that he was going on a mission to defeat some heartless but really it was something really horrible. He arrived at the keyblade graveyard to give Ventus a keyblade lesson. At least that’s what Ven thought. But it was actually a way to see who was worthy of murdering you.

(This scene broke my heart. I love Ven so much)

Ventus looked around the Neoshadows that were surrounding him and became scared of what they were going to do.

“Please don’t do this, Master. I’m not strong enough,” Ven said.

“No. It is because you are trying to hold it in. Let the dark impulses waken in the pit of your heart. Release them, here and now! Sharpen your fear into rage. You must! If you do not let the storm within you run its course, it will wipe you from the face of the world, make no mistake! Do it. Embrace the darkness. Produce for your Master the χ-blade! It is the only way to stop the spirit who wants to destroy the world!” Xehanort said. A Neoshadow jumped out at Ven and got attacked by it. Xehanort groaned and walked over to Ven.

“Really? You would rather die than use the power? Feckless neophyte. If I must...I will extract the darkness from within you myself,” he said as he summoned his keyblade. He held his keyblade over Ven and used it to extract the darkness out of him. Ven felt his heart break in half as his darkness was extracted. Ven watched as his darkness turned into a human being. It hurt. A lot. Like he was losing half of his soul. The pain became too much and Ven passed out, not remembering anything of what just happened.

“Empty creature from Ventus riven...to you, the name Vanitas shall be given,” Xehanort said.

“Yes, Master,” Vanitas said. And that was how you got your new brother.

#kingdom hearts #kingdomhearts #kingdom hearts imagine #kingdom hearts x reader #kingdom+hearts+x+reader #kingdom+hearts+imagines #kingdomhearts x reader #kingdomhearts imagines #kingdomhearts+x+reader #kingdomhearts+imagines

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violetstar-writes · 4 years

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Xehanort: Empty creature from Ventus riven...to you, the name "Vanitas" shall be given.

Vanitas: Yes, master.

*a few days later*

Vanitas: Hey, old guy.

Xehanort: What.

Vanitas: ...So, what does "Vanitas" even mean? Surely it must mean something nice? You wouldn't call me something incredibly cruel and ironic seconds after I'm born, right?

Xehanort: ...uh

Xehanort: ...Of course not. It means "lovely painting".

Vanitas: *slaps down a dictionary in front of him*

Xehanort:

Vanitas:

Vanitas: No it DOESN'T, you lying piece of shi-

#vanitas #xehanort #bbs #kingdom hearts #and then vanitas got punished for being a potty mouth

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masteraqua · 4 years

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So who do you think the 13 darkness manifested I to??? I'm curious. And is Vanitas one of the darkness? He went I to Ven and Xehanort took him out???

as of yesterday's khux story update, i think the 13 shards of darkness manifested as the shadowy forms that orchestrated strelitzia's death and have been guiding maleficent back to her original time.

i could be way off though! like with everything else about this game, you can never really be sure what's happening at any given point in time, and it's completely possible that instead of being connected to the x-blade, they could just be a completely separate third party. heck, for all we know, there could only be two of these guys. or they could not be human at all but a hivemind manifestation of the literal darkness. who the hell knows

right now it is looking like vanitas is going to be one of them though. currently in the story, one of them is still plaguing ven, so maybe they’ll figure out a way to trap it inside ven’s heart until xehanort does his empty-creature-from-ventus-riven thing

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avale-reves · 5 years

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BIRTH BY SLEEP (2010) XEHANORT: Empty creature from Ventus riven... to you the name Vanitas shall be given.

KINGDOM HEARTS III (2019) YOUNG XEHANORT: One heart’s shadows fill the emptiness of another. See how they bring him to life?

#kingdom hearts #khgraphics #ventus #vanitas #xehanort #parallels and connections #fait par moi #kh3 spoilers

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nadziejastar · 4 years

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Any thoughts on Vanitas?

Well, I kinda thought it was funny that Ventus basically told Sora to shut up while he resolved his issue with Vanitas. That was Ventus’s fight. But nothing was actually resolved.

Even: A heart devoid of darkness? Stripped clean of it, at that... Very questionable.

Ventus made a point to say that he never asked to be sifted apart. He wanted to be free to choose. I was confused about why Vanitas didn’t go back to Ventus at the end of their fight. It’s because of Roxas, I think. One of the most common reasons I hear for why Roxas and Ventus were not the same character was because Ventus was too pure. He was 100% light and Roxas had too much darkness. According to fans, that’s what gave them “different personalities”. Ventus is bright and child-like and Roxas was dark and edgy.

Of course, at the end of Ventus’s arc, he was supposed to accept the potential for darkness back into his life. He wasn’t actually meant to be a totally light character. He wanted to decide what type of person he was, including having darker traits. So, if Ventus became a more well-rounded character and is not just totally innocent and pure, then what is there to differentiate him from Roxas? They already look the same. If Ventus reunited with Vanitas, their personality would then be the same as well.

Xehanort: Empty creature from Ventus riven...to you, the name Vanitas shall be given.

Like I said, most fans consider Roxas and Ventus as totally different. They don’t think Ventus had enough depth to be capable of hatred, emptiness, or rage. Roxas is treated as this multi-dimensional and complex character. On the other hand, Ventus was treated as totally flat and static, only capable of sunshine and happiness. Leaving Ventus with JUST his light side kinda goes against the message of BBS. I was disappointed with the way Ventus and Vanitas were both handled in KH3.

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excusemewhileiplaykh · 5 years

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Happy Birthday Sora and Congrats to Vanitas for being a creature from Ventus riven

#kingdom hearts #kh #sora #vanitas

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true-intha-blu · 5 years

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A Fragment of a Fragment; a Vanitas and Sora fanfic. Chapter 1

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17863292/chapters/42154907 ello Readers: I am True-InTha-Blue For those who know me, Why am I not updating FOSTA: Unova? (From Fanfiction) I am still struggling to write for it and I while I wish to go back to it, I am not going to push myself.

So... My other favorite series that I really really have always wanted to write for, is Kingdom Hearts. So after the release of KH3 and playing (and completing) the game, I thought it would be the perfect time to finally start this series. I have had a lot of KH ideas in the past. But I think this is a plot sorely needed in the fanfiction premise.

I've seen a few of these but never really felt natural. This is NOT a Sora OP fic. I want to present new challenges and more emotional turmoil. I still want to keep the charm of KH and hope I can do as service.

Vanitas is a fascinating character. Very unlike other villains in his backstory and motivations. The very nature of him leaves many 'What ifs?' and I like that potential.

I also really like Sora. And Kairi And I want to expand on that. And I desire to make the adventures in the various of Disney worlds, more expansive and more.. actual worlds.

So I hope you enjoy this

This will contain spoilers for Kingdom Hearts: Birth By Sleep, and we'll work our way up. Disclaimer: Square Enix Characters belong to Square Enix. And Disney Characters belong to Disney. Nothing belongs to me.

A Fragment of a Fragment Chapter 1

He was a fading existence.

A fragment of a fragment does not really exist, does it?

After everything. All that pain, suffering... Isolation... Rejection... Sadness.

All for nothing.

A half-complete existence that even the original didn't want. An incomplete heart.

An unaccomplished life.

What a joke.

All his hopes, dreams (if he even had those) and purpose, poured into that X-blade... and even that... didn't want him. It failed.

Looks like he was a puppet after all The old man... Said he could finally become whole by forming it... by fusing with his half. But that didn't work.

He couldn't get his Light... no matter how hard he tried.

He was played. Played to the whims of the old fool.

He was the fool.

Who would want him anyway?

A dark existence who can produce no light of his own.

He was fading...

...

Why?

Why could he not be accepted? Why could he not find his Light?

Why could he not have a whole Heart?

He hoped... that She would make sure the old fool failed.

After all...

He thought to become one with her first...

He if did... things... would... have... been...

...

So long.

What was time?

What was what?

These thoughts were not... there...

What was thinking?

Broken...

Fragment...

Damaged...

Pain... and sadness were familiar.

"Oh! You're here too?"

Here? Where?

...

Who?

"You're smaller than the other one? Do... Do you need healing too?"

Healing?...

"...l-light... I just... want... a heart."

A heart of darkness doesn't really make an actual heart.

"You... don't have a heart? Why?"

"B..b-bro-...ken..."

Why was this... talking to him?

No... one... wanted... "You sound even sadder than him... Maybe... I can help you too!" This person sounded so hopeful. So pure.

Maybe he would laugh at it... if he remembered how to laugh.

"H-help...?"

"Yeah! Maybe I can help you find your heart! You can stay here until we do."

"..."

What was this?

This feeling? He was so tired.

So tired of being in pain. So tired of being sad. So tired of being alone.

"...Okay."

For the first time in his existence... Vanitas felt warmth.

Warm.

So warm.

Not burning or scorching or pain.

Just warmth.

It was so nice.

This was light.

So much light.

The sound of waves gently greeted his ears. The smell of salt and flora lulled his eyes to open.

The sky was so bright.

The Sun's rays reached to every corner.

He felt his limbs...

Limbs?

He had a form.

He got up, looked at him. Skin covered with a black and red organic material, a second skin almost. He felt metal around his jaw and something over his face but he could see clearly.

Who was he?

The figure got up. Wondering where he was. Everything felt so good here. The air was nice and clean, the sound of waves was calming, soothing.

'I feel like I never had this before.'

The figure looked around, curious. A large sea spread before him with crystal blue waves and an equally expansive sky.

Sand was around his boots, nearly pale white. The wind rustled the bright green trees both palm and bushy. The land was shaped by haphazard wood structures and huts. Ladders were sporadically spread to reach higher platforms. A pool and waterfall sprang forth from the walls. It was quaint, it was peaceful, it was soothing. And the figure knew he had never felt anything like it.

He slowly wandered around, taking his time. He was the one solely there... but it always felt like someone was next to him... welcoming. Inviting him to partake. The slow trail he made for his body felt like things were a dream, light as air, each breath taken with a refreshing briskness that eased his body. Even when he wandered into a shaded path, the coolness even more so felt safe and quiet. His body seemed to become more alive in this shade. A relaxation in his veins.

Then he noticed a small cave covered in moss. It was very dark... but he felt intrigued by it. He crawled in, the spindly path directed by the smooth rocky walls Yet even in this dark corridor with narrow paths and deep somber winds, did a faint light illuminate things clearly.

Almost a blue mist drifted low to the ground. Further in the figure walked, his curiosity growing. Until he walked into a large area with a single ray of light piercing through an opening from the ceiling rocks. The walls were sparsely decorated with nonsensical drawings that were undefined.

Most importantly, there was an opening, like an open doorway.

One into an abyss of darkness.

The figure felt no fear at this darkness.

After all he...

He...

...

'What?... I what... What is I?" Memories were unavailable, everything felt... blank... Except... Except.

Pain and Sadness.

He knew, that he had felt those before... that they were a part of him. So deeply intertwined into the makeup of his being. But why?

That, the figure did not know.

But, what he did know, besides the pain and sadness, was that wherever he was, kept them at bay.

On the other hand... he wanted to figure out what this place was exactly... And who he was.

Frustration... Another familiar emotion.

Without hesitation, he walked into the void.

And stepped into a realm with pillars of glass and the abyss filled with mist and fog, drifting between white and black and grey.

Bright blue stained glass with a rim of black crowns, the center held images of a raft, tribal mask, fishing spears, wrenches, mushrooms, a mobile with fish, stars and moon and in the center of this large platform, was a star-shaped fruit. Around was a scene depicting a familiar beach.

Simple desires. Simple treasure. All so pure in a young heart.

Yet the figure did not know of this.

However, the platform... rang a bell in his head.

He had been to a place like this before... More complicated. More broken.

Why?

The frustration was growing and the dreaming haze of his mind was fading. If went further, if he went deeper... he would know.

He paused.

'Do... Do I want to know?'

A foreboding feeling was beginning to weld up and the warmth of the beach was already sorely missed. For he knew it was not really his to have. His feet moved forward into a path that appeared in the fog, each a square of glass and color. Every step was a small chime and dulled in the abyss. Further and further he passed mirrors of scenes and moving images, surrounded by chains. Most blurred but each emitted light and that familiar warmth glowed whenever he passed them.

However, that frustration and want to know kept the figure from peering into them.

He trudged further, a platform depicting different tropical scenes, each with that stained glass motifs.

Until finally, finally further down where light dimmed, and the fog was thick, did the Figure felt drawn to a shining light in the center. A light that felt different.

And upon reaching it, did it take shape...

Of him. Ventus

And the first thing the figure felt. For sure, for real, and focused his mind:

Was Hatred.

"You." The figure spat at the sight of the peaceful sleeping form of his light half.

The memories were rushing back, all that pain and anger and sadness rushed in over and over and over.

The darkness that was himself. The half-existence. The unwanted fragment.

Empty creature of Ventus Riven...

Vanitas.

It all came rushing back. The fight with the X-Blade. Him... struggling to maintain his existence and Ventus just shattered both their hearts along with the blade.

Rejected!

Like everything else!

His so-called 'life'! The endless cycle of pain that everyone including himself inflicted upon him! The blasted Keyblade War. The Old Fool's plans. Those idiots!

Kingdom Hearts

Vanitas' helmet faded away revealing the hostile yellow eyes and black hair.

"Y-You! YOU!" His rage was so unfathomable that he could hardly speak. Instead, he slashed out his hand expecting Void Gear to appear.

It didn't.

"Huh?" Caught off guard, he stared at the empty hand. He tried again, and again... He could feel the connection to his keyblade... but it wasn't... coming...

He tried getting a blast of fire to throw into his idiot half's face.

Nothing came.

"C'MON!" The dark half snarled frustrated that he had access to nothing to inflict a fraction of the pain he himself suffered upon Ventus.

Too fed up, he rushed at the boy only to find his hands blocked by something very solid and very visible. Briefly, it illuminated as a sphere around Ventus, completely protecting the Wayward Wind wielder.

But still, Vanitas kept banging his fist against it. Over and over and over again.

And again.

Who knows how long he had been doing this? He kept at it until his fists throbbed in pain, and yet still he weakly beat against the wall while sliding towards his knees. His grunts of frustration and rage turning into small whimpers of tears and desperation.

"WHY?!" Vanitas finally cried out. The first time, he cried out, all his bravado finally gone. There was no one else here... So why hide it?

"WHY CAN'T YOU ACCEPT ME?!" He glared angrily through the tears at the peaceful face of the light half. "NOT EVEN WHEN I WAS A PART OF YOU FROM THE BEGINNING-! DID YOU EVER WANT ME!"

The truth, the full truth, and his feelings came bursting out after so many years of keeping them as controlled as possible. Only the Unversed being the only sign of his true emotions.

"I just wanted to be whole! I JUST WANTED TO HAVE SOMETHING!" He heaved, unused to feeling so desperate, so bare. It felt like the first time the Unversed showed up... when he discovered the full misery of his existence. "You have no idea what it was like! YOU FORGOT! FORGOT ABOUT ALL THAT PAIN! I remember! I remember! All your sadness! All your agony! EVERYTHING YOU DISLIKED! I GOT IT!... Everything."

From even beyond Master Xehanort...That horror of watching everything fade. The prior 'teachings' of the old fool inflicted upon Ventus, Vanitas remembered and felt it all and more.

All bad things Ventus felt in his new life, Vanitas felt it... and had nothing to counter it.

"I just wanted Light... I just wanted to know..." He felt his chest, unsure if there was actually a heart there or not... maybe just a void. "Even just being a small thing of darkness... in your heart... I was happy... I could still at least be near light..." he snarled again. "But no... I couldn't even have that... I didn't want to be created! I DON'T WANT TO LIVE!"

His head fell on the wall with a loud 'thunk', his eyes blurry from all those chaotic emotions he hated so much about himself.

"The X-blade... was my only hope... There was no way... No other way." His words died out, nothing greeted him in this place. Especially, not Ventus.

"I hate you," Vanitas said quietly. "So much... You had... everything. You were happy. You were joyful... You had a life...You were able to forget. I had none of that." The old fool made sure of it. "You're an idiot. A dumb willing pawn of others!" Vanitas was unsure if he was addressing Ventus... or himself. "And yet... Here you are... sleeping peacefully like you always do! While I am still alone! Alone with... nothing!"

Nothing... His own name reflected that.

He had nothing. He gained nothing. He was nothing.

"Why...?" At this point, Vanitas didn't even know what he was asking. "Why am I still here?..." He glared once again at the sleeping teenager. Like it was his fault. "Why are we both still here? You shattered our hearts!" No response.

Sighing he slowly got up. Somehow. Knowing he didn't have an actual body, his formed felt so weary. So tired. He stared at Ventus for a long time.

And nothing changed.

"Somehow... you and I both exist... bet you didn't see that coming..." Vanitas muttered darkly. The platform of glass they were on was nearly blank, only the faintest of colors and outlines could possibly be detected and even then there was no discernible shape. The pillar itself seemed faded in comparison to the previous ones.

"Once again you're the lucky one. Sleeping... like you always seem to. I couldn't even close my eyes most days... I am awake..."

Why was he the one awake? Why couldn't he finally dream? What was it like?

He looked around, seeing the illuminant stained glass of other platforms far away and higher above in the fog, shining dimly.

Vanitas needed to know. "You shattered us... and... I was desperate to keep it together..." Vanitas remembered his pathetic flailing towards the X-blade. His last hope. "I faded... and then..." He couldn't remember, except- "-I was warm. I woke up on that beach."

Was that... Light? This feeling, this aching longing. It wasn't his... but it felt so nice to just... be in it.

Once again he wondered why Ventus or anyone else would not give it to him.

But that begs the question, what is this place?

"A heart." Vanitas suddenly muttered as the words came to him. Like old memories suddenly rising from depths though they were never apart of him in the first place. "A young boy's heart... HIs name is Sora."

So some random little kid was the one who finally gave him a taste of light? Vanitas laughed. Bitterly until he nearly became shaking shudders. "Well! Isn't that just great?! After all of that! Finally!" His words echoed emptily. "A young dumb kid who not only accept you, a stranger... but me. ME! A being of pure darkness! What kind of idiot would-" He stopped abruptly, realizing that he could only exist because of this idiot kid.

A cry of rage erupted from Vanitas. "I DON'T WANT TO EXIST!" He looked around for something to destroy, for anything! To lash out! He was so used to it with the unversed spawning from his emotions that-

...

There was no Unversed.

No matter how much he felt, the torrent of emotions he just felt from rage, sadness, grief, hate, and envy, there came none.

None.

None of those painful reminders that he was a half-baked creation.

No Keyblade No Magic No Unversed

...

He was... powerless. He was... an ordinary... thing.

Vanitas became quiet.

Still.

Why?

Why him? Why Ventus?

Why this boy?

What made them so special?

He was so tired.

"I just... I just..want..."

He didn't know what he wanted anymore.

Everything that made him... HIM, Vanitas, was gone.

That, or nothing to accept him.

No one wanted him.

...

Yet here he was.

Awake, and alone in some idiot boy's heart.

It was probably a fluke.

Probably Ventus' fault.

Once again yellow eyes glared at the peaceful resting face.

Vanitas had no direction. No obstruction. No enemy (at least any he could actually touch). No mission.

No one.

Not even the Unversed.

And yet...

And yet, even in the depths of this heart... he didn't feel alone.

Why?

AND WHY WOULDN'T HE STOP ASKING WHY?

"Snap out of it Vanitas! You're trapped here! LIKE SOME RAT!" The figure snarled, his hands clenching empty air. He wanted to crush something... Or at least have the keyblade in his hand! SOMETHING!

...

He wasn't used to feeling so weak.

He had to be strong. He always had to be strong. Vanitas couldn't afford to be weak. Being defenseless.

That meant... that meant...

His... Memories... were not all together.

There were gaps... A lot of gaps. Specifics eluded him. He remembered... His... Hate. He remembered the hate.

Contempt for the vessel who walked blindly into darkness. Envy and Disdain at his lighter half... his... WEAKER half. And absolute loathing for that Old Goat.

The man who created him.

He remembered that. No names or faces to apply to anyone other than Ventus. But the dark half knew what was done to him by others! All the suffering, all the misery.

Vanitas wanted... he wanted...

He couldn't think properly.

The fact he still existed. Maybe not a physical body but his... fragment of a fragment self... was still here.

Who was this boy?

That question was most prominent. Against his nature, Vanitas forced himself to relax. He couldn't afford to be rash. Never! Not like Ventus... and the others... Who were the others? 'Idiots!' Came his first thought about them.

He had the advantage of keeping his cool. That meant... less unversed. It meant, he still had things underneath his control... meant that old goat...

His mind went blank again. All he knew was that his memories were painful. Nothing pleasant about them... Nothing pleasant about him.

Back on topic.

He was in a heart. Of a young boy, who could... find the shattered hearts of himself and Ventus.

He cast one last glare at the lighter half. "Go ahead! Sleep while you can. I'll figure out a way to get you yet!" With that last threat, he turned back the way he came, in the crumbling paths that lead up to what could only be the foremost levels of the heart.

The dark half passed through the mirrors and chains, this time peering into one. It was a man giving the perspective of the mirror. Small hands from the mirror's perspective reached out to grasp the present. Voices could be heard.

"Here you go, son! Happy Birthday!"

"My own wooden sword? Thanks, dad!"

Vanitas averted his eyes. That empty feeling growing larger.

Typical. Trapped in a little boys heart filled to the brim with that childlike innocence and light.

Only the barest of tiniest of edges of darkness existed in here. Probably like Ventus. Dumb and naive.

Weak.

So why did his feet take him back to the area full to the brim of this light?

Why was he so desperate any slight sliver? Even if it wasn't his?

He reached that strange doorway that led into the misty cave. Past the scribbles and back through the tunnel and past the moss where he found himself in this little seaside beach. A place... so surreal to him. In truth the essence of this boy's heart.

Now it was too bright.

But still so good.

All the bad stuff, the hate and sadness, and grief, slowly dimmed. Still there, still very much a part of him. Yet no longer as hurtful.

Vanitas spotted a shack not too far away from him and decided he would go there. He always worked best hidden.

Although it was dark inside, perfect for someone like him, Vanitas didn't realize he left the door slightly cracked, so that a single ray graced the shade. Finally, he slid down the wall, feeling exhausted from earlier and frustrated at the lack of what he could do.

Sleep beckoned him. And this time...

This time he was not afraid to close his eyes.

End of Chapter 1

Enjoy.

#kingdom hearts #fanfic #sora #vanitas #sokai #kh1

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358-2-genders · 2 months

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Crying out of fear everytime our phone rings so we keep it on silent but it Won't Silent when it's connected to our headphones. And then I forget I changed our ringtone and Bald Villian Kingdom Hearts Man starts speaking into my ear "empty creature from Ventus riven... to you the name Vanitas shall be given" I start crying in both fear AND confusion

#heart.vanitas #heart.txt #STOP CALLING ME. WHO ARE YOU. I DONT KNOW YOUR NUMBER I COULDN'T EVEN TALK ON THE PHONE FOR OUR THERAPIST WHEN SEEING HER LEAVE ME ALOOONE

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waywardwiind · 5 years

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OKAY SO

Theory Time

Having looked into this more, I THINK I get it. A little. Okay so. The Missing Ache originally debued in Days, but I think for this we’ll have to look at things chronologically. The running theory is that because his keyblade signifies emptiness and possibly a loss of memory, Ventus was the one that killed Strelitzia. Does that seem like a stretch to anyone else? I mean, a different keyblade is hardly a reason to suspect someone of murder. I’m not even COMPLETELY sure it IS a different keyblade. More on that later.

We all know that the Ventus we see in KHUX is a different version of the same character than the one in Birth By Sleep. The primary difference is that KHUX takes place before Xehanort split him into light, (the Ven we know) and darkness (Vanitas.) This has nothing to do with his keyblade, however, because we see him with the Wayward Wind just before Xehanort split him in two.

I’ve also heard that people think he has a form of schizophrenia, and that perhaps the “”Vanitas”” in him killed the poor girl. But at this point in the story, he’s not two people in one body. He’s just normal. He has his light and darkness, just like everyone else. Vanitas was not personified until he was, to quote Xehanort, “from Ventus riven”. So blaming Vanitas for anything in Khux seems unlikely to me. Though! It is worth noting that Vanitas was unharmed after the split, while Ventus was comatose. Possibly alluding to more darkness having been present in Ven’s heart to begin with? But this doesn’t make him a murderer either. That could also be simply the fact that darkness is more present in the world as a whole. Singular. There’s not as much light as there is darkness anymore. Kairi’s grandmother’s story explains as much. The light left in the hearts of children was the last light left.

Though, Kairi’s story COULD be the events of KHUX. Though, that’s a theory for another day. Back on track. The Missing Ache. The keyblade is actually obtainable in the game itself. The same way any of the much more friendly-looking keyblades are. It is very possible that we WERE looking at the Wayward Wind, the same way we’re looking at the Kingdom Key instead of the Grand Chef in Kingdom Hearts 3. Keyblades, since the very beginning of the series, have been cosmetically changeable. Via Keychains! And the Missing Ache is a keyblade that we KNOW to be accessible in that time. That keychain is obtainable not just by Ventus, but by the player as well. Is it so hard to believe that a union leader would have access to at LEAST the same upgrades we do?

And yes, Ventus was worried about Brain/Blaine. And I’ll tell you why. At least, to my best understanding of his character. Ventus, when he’s first meeting the other union leaders, mentions he doesn’t have any friends. This group became his first. Anyone who’s played Birth By Sleep knows all three of the Wayfinder Trio values friendship above just about anything. And with the tower glitching out in that way, would it really be far fetched for someone to be worried? Ventus also has this habit of... gravitating towards people. You see it in BBS with Terra. He’s VERY defensive, and believes in the guy to... a bit of an extreme. Possibly more than warranted. If Blaine/Brain got close enough to him, what’s to say he didn’t get the same treatment?

In short, this update didn’t give enough information to point fingers just yet. If you want my views on the traitor, let me know! Replies, messages, whatever. Maybe I’ll make a post on that too. I’d be lying if I said traitor!Ventus wouldn’t be interesting to explore, but I still doubt it to be the case. But! This is just my two cents. If you have a different idea, let me know! I’d love to theorize.

This is all just speculation, though. We’ll have to wait for more updates to know for sure.

#[ooc] the truth of the heart

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