In My Field of Paper Flowers

Ventus laughed, watching the Dusk flip and twirl in its happy little way. He had long since figured out its body language and strange manner of speaking. While a singular twig wasn’t enough to make a real fire, between the multiple others it had brought him before and his occasional trip outside of the Keyblade Graveyard, he’d have one tonight. That alone was something to be happy about. 

     This is a endless circle of despair; over and over again he’s dealt with infinity of negative emotions and every time he looked at him, he’d see a reflect of what he used to hate so much…

𝙷𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.

A glimpse of anger could be seen onto his ambered eyes, the shadow was truly trying to stay collected and coolly as much as possible but he had a little trouble doing that recently. Anytime he saw the young blond walking around just anywhere, something deep inside made his heart ache. Why? He always tried to find the answer to that question.

why? why? WHY IS ALWAYS ABOUT HIM?

He stepped forward, looking behind Ventus’ back. He always FOLLOWED him unconscious whenever he got the chance.. As he follows him silently, both hands balled into fists; but couldn’t take it any longer. The blond didn’t seem to notice his presence yet. Naive, innocent, easygoing, happy, WEAKLING.

ＷＥＡＫ.

—WHAT’S SO SPECIAL ABOUTYOU?

His second move was to summon Void gear, somehow he needs to get rid of this frustration, all these annoying NEGATIVE emotions he has to bear since the beginning of his existence.

Attacking their opponents from behind was fair? No,it wasn’t but RULES doesn’t apply when you want to rush up with your own matters. Vanitas didn’t hesitate to move his arm and try to actually slash the boy in HALF from behind; but knowing VENTUS he is sure he’d block it or dodge it.

Ven swore that he could still feel him—that his Heart was more attuned to his “better half” after their fight in the Keyblade Graveyard. Even so, when he could have sworn that Vanitas must be there, watching him with a hateful look, he would scan the area and see that he was on his own. He would sigh, and tell himself that he was allowing his fears to get the best of him. He would mutter that the pang of distress in his Heart was anxiety, and that the occasional ache in his limbs was fading atrophy. 

He was fine. He was okay. He was alone. The Keyblade War was not yet under way. 

Today, however, seemed to be the day that his perfectly logical explanations were, in fact, false. Ven should have listened to his Heart. 

It was the familiar sound of a Keyblade being called that alerted him to the attack. Survival instincts honed to a sharp point by his first Master and his journey across the Worlds twelve years ago kicked in, and he spun around just in time to keep a familiar aged from connecting with his skin. Wayward Wind collided with her fellow blade with the harsh sound of metal on metal, sparks flying as sapphire hues widened in shock and fear. 

It took me much longer to finish than I would have liked, but here’s my first submission for the Kingdom Hearts Zine coordinated by kh-worldsconnected! 

Honestly, if you told me that I would be writing something that is both AkuVen and AkuRoku just a few months ago, I would have called you crazy: I haven’t been too big on AkuRoku for a long time now, and have been leaning more towards LeaIsa/AkuSai as of late. Despite all of that, the inspiration hit, and I think that this turned out pretty well! 

I hope that you enjoy reading this more than I enjoyed the months that went into writing it!

Fandom(s): Kingdom Hearts Character(s): Ventus/Roxas, Lea/Axel, Isa/Saix Ship(s): AkuVen/AkuRoku Trigger Warning(s): N/A Word Count: 2,627

The first time that he sees him, something strange flutters in his chest.

Perhaps the sensation is due to the fact that he’s never met a boy his age before that isn’t stalking him around the Worlds in an attempt to kill him. Maybe he’s flabbergasted by the teenager’s bright red hair and sparkling green eyes, so intense that they seem unnatural – as though fire breathes within them. For all he knew, it could have been those two, simple words in a cocky sort of voice that he had never heard before. Truth be told, Ven couldn’t tell you what it was about the other that fascinated him, but he was immediately awestruck.

It’s only when the boy next to him speaks that Ven even notices his presence. Whether he’s been so quiet and reserved in comparison to his companion or Ven was too wrapped up in the sight of the redhead is up for debate. “Lea, we don’t have time for this.”

Lea – his name is Lea – and Ven tucks the name of the boy with fiery hair, emerald eyes, and sunkissed skin away in his memory.

                      A                         painter                               on the shore

                                                            imagined all the

                                         world

                                                             within a

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