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Vanitas peers at the dash… There’s some weird...

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Vanitas wiggles eyebrows at twin.

Vanitas peers at the dash...

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I like to be called: Soap My favorite color is: Pink, Purple, Blue, Green Gender: Female/Male/Fluid One thing you should know about me: I’m a pretty snuggly person who writes Asshole muses. One thing you should know about my muse(s): He has the social disposition of a cactus and will probably offend you in the first 30 seconds of talking to you. Also he doesn’t like cucumbers. First language: Imma keep ya’ll guessing <3 Second language?: English <3

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Age range:  under 13  |  14–17 | 18–22 |  23–25  | 26–29 |  30+ |  70+ Am I okay with NSFW?: yes |  no | sometimes I get a little shy about sexual nsfw? But I’ll do it, there just might be a lot of loud, obnoxious giggling on my end over here? Torture and violence and shit I’m totally okay with! Except for like, extreme gore; entrails don’t become extrails m’kay? My favorite/most common thing to RP is:  angst |  fluff | smut | crack | other (action/slice of life, Crazy as all hell AU’s/Pretty much anything)  OC friendly?:  yes |  no  |  depends (I’ve had some awkward encounters with OCs, but that doesn’t mean don’t approach me. Talk to me first and we’ll go from there <3) RP blog:  does |  doesn’t  contain OOC posts.

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//Jeeze Anon! I’m touched! Thank you so much!!!

Wow, I’m actually blushing from this message, thank you. That means a lot to me to hear. I’m always a little nervous with my muse portrayals, Vanitas is no exception and it makes me really happy that you like him. <3

Vanitas is like, my favourite Asshole to write, so it’s good to know that he’s coming across as the dickbag I want him to be. xD

I look forward to writing with you!!! I await the day you take off the mask and we can write an amazing story together!!!

Roxas jumped as the first fireball landed, having discarded the second to last piece of earth from his torso and was working on the last little piece - a small rock, really.

“Come on, come on, come on!” He whispered to himself grasping the second piece as Vanitas line up his shot for the second pile of rocks. He yanked it out in tandem with the second explosion, doubling over from the pain and subsequently shielding himself from most of the debris asides from a few pieces that bit at his flesh, leaving cuts there.

His rock was next, he had to be fast. Reaching into his pockets, he found all his potions crushed… he’d have to use healing magic.

“Damn it, fine.”

He could hear the crunch of the earth as Vanitas leisurely made his approach, and he allowed the green energy to form in his hand. Healing magic wasn’t his forte, but damn it he’d have to use it.

The Nobody had barely finished healing up his torso when he heard Vanitas’s voice. Summoning his keyblade would be too loud - he had to be smart about this. Glancing down, he saw that blood was still dripping from his cloak.

Good, it looked like he was still injured, he could work with that.

Staggering out from behind the rocks, the teen slowly raised his hands in a surrendering position. If he was lucky, and it was a fifty-fifty chance really, the guy would assume he was too weak to do much of anything and he could catch him off guard.

“Using the same trick twice would make things boring… don’t you think?” The blond grit out, cerulean eyes narrowed at the ravenet and shining with hatred. The same hatred DiZ had mocked him for having.

The Nobody fell to his knees, clutching at his side and bowing his head, a pathetic sight, really. He was sure this guy would get a kick out of it.

Vanitas tilted his head, smug little smile in place as he watched the blond rise up from behind the rock and step out, hands raised. He watched him carefully, the fireball in his hand glowing and pulsing softly, like a miniature sun.

“Yes... It would.” He replied, eyes following that stupid face, reading the anger and the malice in it. Definitely not Ventus. They might've had the same face and the same voice, but the dark lines in his face, the black shadows of his eyes, revealed that he was nothing like Ventus.

So who was he again?

The blond fell to his knees, grabbing at his wounded side and Vanitas chuckled, tossing his fireball up and down in his hand.

“Maybe you are more like Ventus than I thought.” He sneered, watching the pathetic display before him. “He's always been pretty pitiful too.” He tilted his head the other way and licked his lips, considering the teenager.

What the hell was he supposed to do with some wounded loser anyway?

His eyes slid to the fireball.

Should he just put him out of his damn misery anyway? Who the hell was he?

Probably someone else that had something to do with Sora. Why the hell else would he had Ventus' face? That stupid child was always sticking his nose where it didn't belong when Ventus was concerned.

‘You had one goddamn purpose…and you failed it.’ The words stabbed into him more than the shaking from his twin did. He remained silent as those words mulled over his mind, putting up no resistance against his twin. 

‘Failure, that’s all you are. That’s all you’ll ever be. Useless. Worthless. A monster. A freak.’ He had heard all of that before, it didn’t come as a shock really, from his own mind and from his own mouth. If anyone thought they had a very low opinion of Vanitas, they were fucking lying. No, the person who had the lowest opinion of him was himself.

Waves of rage came off his twin and he was slammed against the wall, which didn’t even register as painful to Vanitas. Sometimes, he was outright numb to it all. The Unversed spilled out from behind his twin, losing any control he had over himself. It made Vanitas briefly wonder if his twin would even remember this outburst the next morning or if he’d forget it due to the alcohol in his system. 

His brain was quick to register the impact of his twin’s fist into the wall, directly next to his head. His amber eyes unlocked from his twin’s briefly to glance at the large dent in the wall. It looked like it would get bigger too.

Vanitas saw his twin was drawing back his arm, getting ready to strike again. Would it collide with his face this time? No, Vanitas quickly caught the other’s fist before it could connect and he started to squeeze it tightly, gripping it so he couldn’t pull away.

“…You don’t think I don’t know what I am? I’ve known since the moment I was born.” Vanitas mumbled to the other in response, his amber eyes flashing with…defeat. “A monster. A freak. Inhuman. Incomplete. A failure. I’ve called myself all of that…so many times. It doesn’t make me feel better…it just…hurts. Don’t you get it? I don’t want to hurt anymore.”

He glanced down as he held onto the other’s fist. His hands were shaking, his teeth were gritting as he held in tears. “I just…want to feel good about myself. I want…to heal. I want to be near people who care about me. I want to be…me. I don’t want to be anyone else but me! I don’t want to be fucking Ventus or Xehanort or anyone else but me!”

Tears were now stinging his eyes and he violently shoved his drunken twin away. “And I don’t want to be like you! Bitter and angry all the time! And clinging onto the false hope that you’ll be whole! This life is mine!”

Vanitas stumbled backward as his twin shoved him, the alcohol thrumming through his blood robbing him of his usual grace and poise.

“You're just an idiot!” He yelled, glaring at the other man, the tears pooling in his eyes spilling over and dripping down his cheeks. “Nothing more than a fool if you think you can ever be anything else!” Angrily he swiped at his face, slapping away the wetness.

“Don't you fucking dare ask me if I get it!” A trembling hand rose to point at his twin; whether it shook from fury, pain, or drunken unsteadiness was anybody's guess at that point. “I understand better than you do apparently!”

Behind him an Unversed made a loud screeching laugh noise and Vanitas clutched at his head and whirled around, Voidgear appearing in his hand.

As quickly as the Keyblade settled in his palm, it left, spinning from his hold as he threw it across the room, cleaving the Scrapper in two, taking out a lamp with an electric crackle and slamming into the wall.

Clutching at his chest and groaning in pain, gritting his teeth, Vanitas glared at his twin a dare in his wet eyes as he limped back away from the man.

“Go back to wherever the fuck you came from!” He snarled, hate and anger flowing off him in cloying waves.

Anger at his twin for finding peace when it was denied him.

Hatred at himself for never looking for it in the first place.

“No one fucking needs you here!” Purple lightning sparked in his hand and danced between his fingers, the dark magic charging in his body and spitting erratically with his wild emotions and drunken fervor.

Who was he shouting at?

More tears and another moan of darkness before a Bruiser went running behind him, arms flailing wildly as it crashed through the room door and out into the hallway.

“Dammit!” Vanitas cursed, looking over at the broken door and then back at his twin furiously. “Why can't you just leave me the hell alone!?”

Roxas had frozen in place as he heard that sickly, amused voice, cerulean eyes looking up to meet amber hues. His lips turn in their own sort of growl as he stares at Vanitas, angrily jerking out the piece of earth his hand had been resting on before he’d been discovered.

Once the earth is gone, thrown across the ground, his fingers spread at his side, the thrum of energy beneath his skin easing him some. His magic hadn’t failed him, it was still there, strong as ever. He would say he was liable to be as strong with magic as he was when he was dual-wielding.

The Nobody doesn’t miss the shifting of the keyblade, likely as Vanitas tries to decide what to do with him. Well, he wasn’t going to give the other male the option to make up his mind.

As Vanitas begins to speak, Roxas blasts a gust of air between the two of them, dirt from the sandy ground rising up to create a visual barrier that was enough for Roxas to dart away in. He only made it behind another wall of rock before his throbbing side prevented him from rushing off anymore lest he makes his wounds even worse. He grits his teeth against the pain, resting his head on the rock as his muscles tensed with the rush of adrenaline - his fight or flight instinct kicking in.

Two more pieces. He had this.

He began to work on pulling out the larger piece, trying to listen for the sound of footsteps over the sound of the sand settling.

The brat might as well have been Ventus with that stupid wind trick.

Stepping back, an arm rising to cover his eyes as the hot, rocky sand swirled up between them, Vanitas smirked. That was how it was going to be was it? The idiot was going to try and use magic against him while bleeding out?

He couldn't be held accountable for the actions of morons.

It was a simple matter to step away from the windscreen; he'd fought with Ventus enough to know how wind spells work, most were mere inconveniences; with a few exceptions. He couldn't see where the blond had scuttled off to, but there was only so far he could go. He was badly wounded and but for a few piles of rocks in the area and the cliffs nearby, he'd see him running.

Besides, Blondie wasn't the only one who could use magic.

Heat built in his palm and with a vicious laugh, Vanitas threw the fireball at the first nearby pile of stones. The rocks exploded, fragments scattering; no sign of the Would-Be-Ventus though. He gathered more heat to his hand, walking forward as he did so, lips twisted in a grin, Voidgear glinting in the light of the fire in his hold.

Another pile of stones exploded; no sign of the injured blond hiding out behind it, which left...

Golden eyes narrowed at the last nearby pile of rocks, heat gathering in his palm as he walked towards, an almost lazy, mean looking smile on his face. The fire in his hand grew and he could almost picture the boys frantic movement behind the stones. That blind panic of knowing the next explosion would be his hiding place.

What a fucking loser.

He wasn't that Heartless.

The fireball hovered above his palm and Vanitas stopped a few feet from the rocks and tilted his head, looking at the disturbed ground next to them, the splash of blood revealing that this was indeed Not-Ventus' chosen hideaway.

He tossed the fireball up and down in his hand a few times.

He wasn't that Heartless... Was he?

“Better crawl on out here if you want to live.” He advised in his velvety tone, tilting his head and looking thoroughly amused at the whole situation; like a cat who'd cornered a small mouse. “And that trick... It won't work again.”