Never ending Despair: Wound Healed
Just another quick story, gonna go back to naughty after this one. This time it’s Aqua tending to Vanitas but it’s a different location. Keyblade graveyard/Schala ad Caelum. Lots of despair on Vanitas’ end. Wanted romance.
Another day of sadness. Another day of sorrow and tears because no one ever payed him any mind or paid any attention to his sadness. The young man sat down in the wasteland yet again, looking down. There’s nothing above him. Nothing to stress about no fear of eternal punishment. But there was blood. Yeah, there was blood. The dark haired man sat down with his legs open on the dusty, gritty environment. The sky had turned a dark black, whipping sand around like flies. His hair shone deep purple in the night but he was sobbing. Crying. Tears hotly rolling down his cheeks as usual. This happened almost once a day or sometimes a few days a week. No one hearing his cries. His red and black tight body suit wed ripped at his arm, revealing pale skin littered by bruises and a deep cut. But why. Why this time. He had self inflicted this cut; he knew it wasn’t the unversed’s claws that caused it. It was him and him only. “Someone please help me! Why does no one care? Am I invisible?”, he screamed in a flurry of passion. No. He was invisible. That he was certain of. No one ever listened to his cries for help. Not even Xehanort: Xehanort just usually tossed him to the side and laughed, saying he’d be better off dead anyway.
Vanitas lifted his arm to inspect the damage. It was dripping with a pool of blood from the gash in his arm. It had gotten so deep that it was exposing fatty tissue inside. He was scared. How had it come to this. He blinked his golden eyes, red hot tears still burning, cascading down his cheeks. His face was red and his nose was dripping from all the tears. He ripped his other sleeve from his body suit and used the fabric to stop the bleeding and applied pressure, tying the fabric into a makeshift tourniquet. The wind whipped around him in a sad turmoil, blowing his purple spikes to and fro. His sobs started to calm down somewhat, but he was still frantic. Vanitas gasped out as Unversed appeared around him, purple. Red. Black. Gooey. Slithering and crawling and hugging against him. “You created us!!!!!! You can’t leave us!!!!!! Master Vanitas can’t go away yet…your despair brought us into being. If you go, where will we go?”, the creatures hissed, some crawling into him and some playing with his spikes, one kissing his cheek.
Since when did the unversed he created ever feel kindness toward him? They usually were only about doom and gloom and making life difficult for him. Before he realized it, a large unversed whispered in a snag tooth manner and Vanitas was flown to Schala Ad Caelum. He closed his eyes, figuring this must finally be the end of the road. Just sleep. He probably hit a vein and bled to death and didn’t realize it; hallucinating the unversed around him. Yet he soon found himself in a hospital bed in a tiny marble building in Schala Ad Caelum. His body was worse for wear but the tourniquet mostly stopped the blood, though there was still some dripping. Vanitas had his raw, red eyes closed and suddenly he heard a sweet, familiar voice. “Why don’t we just put aside our differences for once. I’ll help you. How did you get such a bad injury? A fight with the unversed?”, the voice asked. The shorter man convulsed slightly then opened his big, sharp golden eyes and saw Aqua. She was sitting next to him with a soft pink dress on and a white overcoat.
“So beautiful”, Vanitas thought. He had always wanted a woman, a pretty, wonderful lady by his side. Though Aqua wasn’t on the same side, she made him feel stirrings in his belly that no one had ever made him feel before. It was warm. Like his body was prickling and his manhood was squeezing him on the inside of his belly: a welcome feeling. “Oh….how did I get here? And why care for someone like me. I’m not on the side of the light.”, he said then grunted in pain. His cut burned!!!!! Fuck. He just wanted happiness. If he could get away from all the sadness and despair Xehanort brought to him, to be with someone like HER. Maybe his heart would heal. Mend. He whimpered out in pain, his eyes lingering on her soft chest for more than he’d like to admit. “I believe your unversed friends flew you here. I guess they care about their master after all. Here, let me see your wound. I can patch it up with my spells. Your arm is covered in bruises too. You must have been fighting. That does you no good, handsome.”, she said.
“Like you care.”, he spat. No one ever cared. All he ever was to people was a shadow to be ignored. Like some criminal, discriminated and bullied. Serving his purpose but never allowed to show his true nature and true desires. He was tired of being used as a puppet, as a vessel. Since when did he have a say in his actions? He wanted to take action, to show people who’s boss, to dominate. Yet Xehanort or the unversed always had their way with him, and it was deeply unfair. Aqua began to unwrap the self made tourniquet, seeing the deep, bloody wound. “This looks horrible Vanitas it’s almost hit the bone. You have to be more careful. Hm, I think I can still patch it up with my healing spell. It’ll restore the wound and stitch it right up.”, the blue haired, older woman said. “Why are you doing this? Just leave me to die like everyone else does.”, the purple haired fighter scoffed. The curing spell began to take place, filling the room with a warm, orange flow. It was warm and soft. Comforting. Happy. The spell tingled a bit and began to repair the wound, stitching it with a glowing cord.
Aqua hummed a bit and smiled at him, her blue eyes winking a bit. “There you’re as good as new. Probably shouldn’t tell Ventus or Terra I’m helping you. It’s ok. I’ve always thought that you were….mysterious and sad. Won’t you tell me how this happened?”, she asked as rhe spell finished in a puff of light. Vanitas smiled a bit at the radiating warmth and blushed. “Well. I did it to myself. I cut myself. To escape the cycle of sadness. Or for someone to finally help me. I’m so…..lonely. Hurt. It hurts. I just…..I don’t know went too far. Thank you Aqua. I know I’ll never be able…..to be right for anyone.”, he said as he stood up, rubbing his arm to see if it was still there. He was still there. Not disappearing. Not sleeping. Awake, in the small building in the city of light. “I’m sorry for troubling you. I’ll….find a way back to where I belong. The rotting homeland I’m used to.”, he said, with tears forming in his eyes. After all, what woman would ever want him: he was only Xehanort’s puppet forevermore.
“Don’t go……”, Aqua implored, whispering a bit but Vanitas had stepped out, snapping his fingers and teleporting in a dark puff of black and purple. Returning to whence he came. The older yet gorgeous lady smiled, “You didn’t have to go, I would have enjoyed your company. Why do people have to suffer alone. “, she wondered. The stillness of the city whined out, as if having needy eyes. Vanitas found himself back in the nighttime dusk land, the unversed crawling around him. But he didn’t want to bother with their silly ruses or games. He went to lay down, brought to his bed suddenly. He hugged against his pillow. Why did she help him. Why was she so pretty and why was his body doing this. It never felt so on fire and stiff, so yearning and wanting. It was her. Her effect on him. Maybe he’d infiltrate the city another day with his unversed and surround her to find out. Find out why she helped him. Press her for answers. Bully her until he was satisfied. Vanitas rubbed his wound and hugged his pillow, imagining he could finally feel human affection. Hug someone. Not feel touch starved. Not cry to sleep against his pillow.
One day. He would be more than this and learn what it meant to love and feel love.
