Vanitas no carte [one shots]

Doll

[Written by #Aki - Vanijeanne]

[Spoiler Alert]

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I am merely a doll. A puppet.

This way of talking is probably not very suitable... I am more of a..

"Tool".

Don't love. Don't dream. Don't smile.

A tool, simply an item for someone else to use. All emotions and unrelated things, don't think of it, don't touch it. Or else...

Someone will die.

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It was Autumn.

The sky of September was unimaginably clear. The silver clouds drifted along with the wind, orange and red leaves slowly floated towards the ground. On the highest hill of Montre in Paris, Jeanne silently took in the nostalgic smell of flowers, she closed her eyes and quietly enjoy the peacefulness. 

"Jeanne?"

A gentle voice was heard. His voice today was not as sour and 'trolling' as usual, but instead a low tone, mixed with surprise and fatigue.

"Ah..Hello Vanitas."

Jeanne didn't bother opening her eyes. She was still, calmly greeting the new-comer.

"Hello? Are you saying hello to me? I actually thought that your first sentence would be sorry for disappearing after the incident in Gevaudan!"

Vanitas sounded like he was about to explode. He was angry. He was angry at her. It was the first time in her life that she asked him for help, he agreed, he was happy.

But what happened afterwards?

She fled.

"Then... what did you expect?"

Perhaps, to Jeanne at that moment, nothing mattered. She was too tired after all that happened. All the crumbling old memories that she have tried to bury was flaring up and torturing her. Her 'parents', teacher Ruthven, Naenia..

"You.. still didn't understand what I said before, did you?"

Vanitas looked at Jeanne thoughtfully. Suddenly he walked over and sat next to her, rolled up his sleeve and took one of his daggers he use to defend, and made a small cut on his pale arm.

Blood began to ooze out. Not much, but to Jeanne, it carried a seductive aroma that stirred her heart, stirring up her bloodthirsty instinct. The scent swirled like the raging waves of the sea, making Jeanne tremble violently with every jolt.

She 'want'.

She 'want' him.

She 'want' to fill herself with every drops of his bright red blood.

"You're just a tool!"

Thump.

"You..."

"What? Have you forgotten your promise that you made to me a few months ago and drank someone else's blood?"

Vanitas' face darkened. One or two months is okay, but it was almost a year. If she don't drink blood, she was sure to go crazy. And if he wasn't able to see her, she would..

"Sorry, Vanitas. But.."

Jeanne turned and walked away. She had to go, before her bloodlust became too strong, before someone's head have to fall due to her greediness once again!

The corners of her eyes were warm, a tear had fallen. Perhaps, leaving this person will be the best choice. She won't be spun like a pinwheel, nor would he be involved at all.

It was time to let go..

"Jeanne!"

Suddenly Vanitas leapt to his feet and ran to her, calling her name. And on reflex, she turned her head. And-

And..

Received a quick kiss from him.

"Don't leave me. Didn't I tell you? The only person who can accommodate with all of your wishes no matter how unreasonable, the only person who can.. kill you.."

Jeanne held her breath, looking at the young man who was smiling in front of her..

"It can only be me.."