Fabricated Affections {RepliRikuXVanitas/KH FanFiction}

Chapter 8: The Replicas Idea

Pain flared on his side and Vanitas woke up from his unconscious state. With a groan he sat up, his hand resting on his helmet as a wave of dizziness occurred. He glanced around and saw the familiar sights of the prison around him, realizing he passed out inside the cell itself. Vanitas panicked, whipping his neck to look behind him as the thought of who assisted him meddled in his head.

The Replica was fast asleep, his body using those disgusting metal bars as support for his body. Vanitas scowled as the memories began to flood his head. Xehanort beat the shit out of him and demanded that he feed the Replica. Riku patched him up and Vanitas fell unconscious fighting him about medical needs. Vanitas looked down at his body, noticing the make shift bandage still somehow wrapped around his abdomen all while his shirt had been torn off. More embarrassed than anything, Vanitas rushed to create a portal and darted inside, leaving the shreds of his shirt behind.

He burst into his room, stumbling into his bedframe as he stirred up his injuries. Vanitas collapsed onto the mattress on his back, his breathing becoming heavy and ragged once again. "What is that dudes problem?!" Vanitas huffed. In one swift action he removed his helmet and threw it across the room in anger. "Making me go inside that stupid cell, touching me, helping me?!"

Vanitas didn't want his help, he wanted to be left alone. He didn't go stumbling in there for sympathy he needed to feed the damn Replica. Why did Riku help him? Why was he so insistent on helping? And why did that thought anger him so?

In his fit of anger his yelling caused a coughing fit as he irritated his wounds. Vanitas forced himself to regulate his breathing, hoping to settle himself. He wanted to destroy the entire room, but first he needed to heal himself. Vanitas looked upwards towards the wall behind his head, eyeing said wall with a scowl. He swiped a hand to remove a dark spell he placed on the wall and watched as the ringlets of darkness danced their way away from what was hidden. The shadows from that corner were removed, revealing a locked chest he kept hidden away.

With a loud groan Vanitas flipped himself onto his stomach, slithering his way off the bed and collapsing onto the floor. The pain emitting from his body and muscles almost prevented his movement. His head was beginning to fog as he could only focus on his pain, but that made him the more determined. He slammed a hand on top of the wooden chest, using it as leverage to pull himself into a sitting position before throwing it opened. Inside were multitudes of small bottles, potions that Vanitas had hidden from Xehanort for emergencies like this.

After all, it wasn't the first time Xehanort physically beat him and it wouldn't be the last.

Grasping one of the bottles Vanitas downed the green liquid in only a few gulps, desperately swallowing every drop he could muster. Once the bottle was depleted he dropped it back into the chest, feeling the wounds slowly vanish and heal as he began to get a normal feeling back on his body. Vanitas sighed with relief, shutting the chest and leaving his hand over the top.

Vanitas hesitated to leave the chest, staring at it for a moment before opening it once more and snatching a handful of bottles. It was inevitable that Xehanort would pummel him again, and before the Replica could insist on helping him he decided to keep some backups. He didn't want to deal with it and the hassle that came with arriving injured in front of the Replica ever again.

"So annoying..." Vanitas murmured, finally shutting the chest and hiding it in the shadows once again.

The Replica was fed as commanded, Vanitas was now healed, and now there was nothing left to do except clean himself up properly. Unless he was summoned, Vanitas didn't plan on approaching Xehanort as to avoid another beating. Vanitas showered and threw away the old body suit, replacing it with another of the same exact model before retrieving the helmet he threw earlier.