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Don’t die on me! || accepting || @deinox

The battle between Light and Darkness finally has come to happen. Standing face to face at the Keyblade Graveyaed, the tension between the two sides are building up greatly as Keyblades and Organization weapons clash together. But one of the thirteen Darkness has come to the side of Light. That is Vanitas. After an intense duel between him after waking up, Ventus won and convinced him that turning to the Light side isn’t as bad as Vanitas thinks. The blonde promised a lot of things to his other half. He promised he will always fight by his side. He’ll always accompany him. He’ll always give him the love that he longed for.

The war is going to the favor of the Light. The Seekers of Darkness are slowly crumbling down as the Light shines to the heroes of the Worlds. 

Instead of Sora, though, Xehanort faces Ventus and Vanitas Both of the. wanted to take his revenge from the Master of Darkness for all the hurt he gave them. Wayward Wind and Void Gear simultaneously swung swiftly, clashing against Xehanort’s keyblade. Unlike before, Ventus’ movement improved at speed and precision. Xehanort is becoming weak and when Ventus saw a great open opportunity, he glanced to his other half to hit the Master with both of their Keyblades together. The Master of Darkness fell to the ground, seemingly like it’s all over now. The blonde glanced at his other half who is in front of him, panting, but still managed to pull a smile onto his lips. 

“ W-We did it… ” Ventus said as he panted heavily. The battle is truly exhausting. The raven in front of him smiled and went close to him, resting his forehead against his. The blonde closed his eyes and nuzzled close to the raven.

Little did Vanitas know, Xehanort is actually trying to stand up at his feet again, but to no avail. Instead, the Master lifted his Keyblade and casted a spell with devastating effects when hit. It can give a great impact and and it penetrates inside the body that it’ll slowly kill the person who will get by it. Ventus’ instincts reacted quickly. He pushed Vanitas aside in order to protect him for the attack. But in exchange, he is the one who got hit instead. It hit straight to the blonde’s chest and it sent him flying away. Wayward Wind was taken away from Ventus’ grasp and it pierced through the land of the Keyblade Graveyard. The raven saw all of it. His eyes widening in shock and horror. He immediately stood up and ran to his other half. He took the blonde in his arms and held his hand close to his chest. " Ventus– Ventus! “ The raven called out. 

The blonde opened his eyes with shortening breathes, seemingly like he’s clinging to the last second of his life. ” I-I’m glad you’re okay.. “ He muttered to his other half. 

” You’re going to be okay, alright? I got you Ven. “ The raven responded as he tigthened his grip on his other half’s hand. Ventus hand gripped in return. He feels the power of the spell taking effect on him. There’s no time left for him. The power of Darkness is strongly infiltrating his whole body. ” T-Take care of Aqua… a-and Terra, okay? “ The blonde now muttered weakly. His free hand weakly moved onto his pocket and pulled out his Wayfinder, giving it to his other half. ” And always… keep this with you. So that… you know that I’ll… a-always be with you.. “

” No.. No– Ven, please! Don’t die! Don’t leave me alone! “ Vanitas now started to cry out. His breath are increasing in pace and tears formed and stream out from his eyes. 

   Midgard University of Cultural Studies had a full load of students on this bright Monday morning. Over twenty students were signed up for this special event to learn about the great Goddesses and Gods of the world of past. One student in particular wasn’t exactly joyous about this particular trip. The young youth had wanted to go and explore the dangerous mountains of old, the trails that ancient warriors took to meet their destinies! He wanted excitement, something that would be wroth writing that five page long essay. Yet, here he was stuck with the rest of them learning about some pretty lady that, or some hansom lad there.

    Of course, cyan eyes rolled with each “ exciting “ new detail about what happened in old Japan. The teacher sensing that the male was not enjoying the show, slowly turned his teachings to old fashioned horror stories. This time, Riku turned his full attention to what was actually being spoken. Horrible things were explained, and luckily even shown with every step they took. Riku was slowly enjoying the show, and the explanation, yet his attention span once more grew cold. The silver leaned over towards his best friend, Sora, for a minute.  ❛ Are you actually getting scared about this?  ❜ He lightly teased the other while folding his arms gingerly over his chest. The rolled up paper flyer within his hand still, slightly crumpled.   ❛ Tsk, whatever, I’ll find something else to do. .   ❜ He whispered to the other, seeing as Sora was already looking for the next spooky event to start. 

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