Random fanfiction of kingdom hearts

ventus x vanitas

Warnings: Blood and trigger worthy?
This is an AU Fanfic(Alternate Universe)

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"Why was I even born into this world?" The blonde whispered to himself, kicking away a rock into the snow. His hands were buried in his pockets, protecting them from the cold winter air as he walked along the cold stone concrete that made up the town's sidewalk.

It was December, the chilliest part of the year. The boy had left his home around ten at night, temperature dropping by the hour or even minutes at that point. But, to him, there was no point in caring for himself or anything like that any longer. Through the previous weeks, depression and other factors caused him drastic, hideous changes; his body became smaller and weak, and his skin color drained to white, no longer tan as it once was. His blonde hair grew dark and messy. His eyes, once soft and cerulean, came to be as cold as ice. He no longer had dimples, for he never smiled; he had nothing to smile about. His life was a mess, and he didn't even have parents to love him and pull him through the rubble as a lucky kid might-- he was left to be cared for by his grandfather, and even he, the only family he had, treated him like rotten trash. He didn't even have any friends. Nobody wanted to be around him, it seemed.

He had dealt with this for ten years, and now, at age eighteen, he had enough.
He took it upon himself to run away, never to return.

The blonde had made his way across the street and then, just as it could not have grown any colder, snow started to fall and land on him. Despite the weather, he found that he did not care; in fact, the cold, freezing temperature somehow gave him comfort. He made his way to the gates of his hometown's graveyard. The bars of it were as frigid as ice, but he ignored the cold and wet feeling as he laid his hands upon and opened them, closing them behind him as he entered. He did his best to make it seem like nothing had been disturbed.

He began to walk further into the graveyard, shoes thumping onto fresh-fallen snow during his journey. "Maybe I can just...fade away?" He whispered, his face itself emotionless, but a look of sadness lay in his cold, dead eyes. He could hear the icy wind blow and what little leaves the trees had left falling to the snowy ground. The sky was nearly completely dark and cloudy, but the moon shone bright in the sky above through an opening, letting him observe his surroundings. He made his way out of sight from the few night walkers that tread through the graveyard.
After all, he did not wish to be interrupted.

Satisfied that he was alone, the boy stopped by a cross-shaped grave stone and sat down before it, not caring whether or not he had disturbed the dead in doing so. He had nothing to fear anymore, really; he welcomed death. He wanted it to take him, swallow him whole into its dark embrace, so he didn't have to suffer such agony anymore. Sitting down, he felt the frigidness of the tombstone go through his clothing, sending shivers dancing up his spine and through his body as he rested his back on the cross.

Gazing around, it was quiet and peaceful. Despite being such a gloomy and dreary place, it felt nice to be here. In fact, he loved it; it could even be defined as perfect. Snow all around, the moon looking so bright and full, not a voice to be heard in the distance...he could now finally disappear. He allowed his eyes to close as snow landed and remained on his still body.

In spite of such peaceful serenity, the poor boy's mind began to rewind on him, cruelly showing him things he did not want to see twice over-such is the pitiless passage of life.
He and his grandfather had gotten in a fight. Terrible things were said, and he was hurt for it: it earned him a big, sore mark on his torso from a blow from his grandfather's fist, a wound which he still felt. He remembered being thrown to the floor and having books thrown at him. But the physical pain was not what hurt him the most; it was the words that cut much deeper into his heart. But before he could think any more of this painful topic, he heard a distant noise, like leaves being crushed. However, the boy only considered it a stray animal, so he kept his eyes closed. He could already feel the melted puddles of snow that had fallen on him, making his body temperature drop; if he was lucky, soon enough that snow would stop melting against him and he would be gone.