－『Ap』

[dethiux]

Alien

♢ From wounds; forgiving

           At the mentioning of his family, the flower loving male flinched at the very words. The fact that the raven would remind him of his reasoning for living, his reasons for working so hard like that. Riku turned his attention to the automatic sprinklers gracing the flowers with liquid life. ‘ Everything I do is for them, does that mean even my freedom too. .? ‘ A compelling thought crossed his mind as he slowly moved from his counter to turn from the other. Hands moved to pick up some of the purple ribbon that was loosely untied on the counter.  ❛ My family is my everything Vanitas. .  ❜ Riku weakly admitted, almost breathlessly, as if he was trying to convince himself of what was truly important. He wanted to save them all, to give them a better life – since they gave him life. 

             Guilt threatened to rise like bile in the back of his throat, warning him of his erratic emotions. Slit pupils sharpened as the more he thought about it, this situation he was given, the more it slightly angered him. Moody, it was just one more of those days where anything could curb his mood for a downward direction. And today with the raven behind him, it had worked. 

            Maybe he was right, maybe he was just trying to smooth talk him. Had his answer not been firm enough, or was he actually trying to be nice to him? Riku closed his eyes at the mentioning of his family, images of his father and mother flashing before his eyes. His hands slowly balled into a soft fist as he thought to himself. ’ Maybe I should ask father about this. . he’s great at deals like these. . ’ Now that he thought about it, it was one of the things that the general often spoke of. Ways of getting what you needed from any person, friend or foe. He needed to be swift minded, and while he could, while the offer would remain open. It was the least he could do, ask. ❛ Alright, I’ll ask my father on his opinion on this matter. However, if him or mother find a problem with this, can you promise me to never ask of such things again. .? ❜

           Usually, he would be lying through his teeth. Using his silver tongue he’s perfected so well in debate, but not this time. And not with this person. No– this was coming from a genuine place. He would make sure to set things up to the other’s liking. A new lab, renovations to his shop, the best research, a place where he could flourish. And if need be, a team that would hang on his every world dripping in medical and botanical knowledge. If the man before him only said the word, he would make it happen. If only he could be persuaded.

[gnectics]

♢ From wounds; forgiving

[dethiux]

Alien‌:

        The excitement was still there, but the air had changed slightly. Was he honored? Of course he was, but that didn’t stop him from feeling a bit saddened. Why did it suddenly bother him? Well, because it was expected in some way. It went back farther than one would know, but it did start with what his creation was meant for. A monster – project, a bio-weapon to be used against enemy humans and monsters alike. It was one of the sole reasons for diving so deeply into birthing plants in the first place. To create a cure, a means of escape for his family and those who no longer wanted to be tied to ShinRA. However, what was the problem with the raven’s request? It would be following the path that was set for him, all over again. This time, without being forced, he would be no different from his father and mother. Aquamarine eyes shifted to the side, a meek smile now replacing his confident one. ❛ I–I can produce highly poisonous toxins naturally. . That can be arranged for you, if that’s what you need. I’ve never made vials out of –my unique liquids in that way. . but if a simple answer to if I can or not, would be yes. . ❜

         Slit eyes now back on golden lava, a stern look now forced to the surface. ❛ However, I don’t feel confident in using myself as a weapon, or any parts of myself as a weapon. ❜ He stands a little taller, learning to be brave, even if it means the one person who catches his eyes is to hate him now. ❛ I’m sure you understand, but because I’m sure what you might use it for – I’m not sure I wish to be apart of such things. . It would be painful – for the person, or people. It’s not something a human body can stand. . ❜                                  ❛ I will have to say no to your contract. . ❜

         Vanitas is amused, a cross between slightly annoyed and pleased. He's learned in his many years of training, that no good deal was made easily. The best ones, often stated, had problems or situations were the negotiations were difficult to follow through. He understands the question at hand, but this didn't deter him in the slightest. A small nod of his head was made, as he listened carefully. ' He doesn't want to be a weapon anymore. .Has he ever then. .' It was good to see the other finally finding his voice, finding the right things to say. Even now, when confronted with what might be the biggest investment to his small company, and funding for his scientific research, the male chooses freedom. In an odd way, the raven couldn't have been mad, for deep down, he had hoped the silver would make him work for it. After all, all good things had to be worked for, and he was a hard worker.

          ❛ I understand, however, I hope this isn't a final declaration. Keep in mind, that I am not ShinRa, nor do my vision aligns with that man nor his son. We are not like them. One would call you a monster -- tool even. But Vaniti sees a business partner. . ❜

            Usually, he would be lying through his teeth. Using his silver tongue he's perfected so well in debate, but not this time. And not with this person. No-- this was coming from a genuine place. He would make sure to set things up to the other's liking. A new lab, renovations to his shop, the best research, a place where he could flourish. And if need be, a team that would hang on his every world dripping in medical and botanical knowledge. If the man before him only said the word, he would make it happen. If only he could be persuaded.

          ❛ I know you and your family have gone through enough, and hearing another string of polished promises is the last thing you want to hear. But Riku, I hope you at least take the time to fully think upon what is being asked of you. . For the sake of your family. . . Speak with your father if it truly bothers you, only then will I close this offer. . ❜

          How unusual of him to be oddly kind in this situation, only for the need of poisons. However, the head of the Vaniti saw even grander things than just poisons. An empire of endless amounts of cure all, heal all. If the man before him truly perfected his cure, the world would soon come to know of it -- need it. Protection would be required -- something they can offer a plenty. A service would be direly needed, again, something they would be glad to provide -- for a generous price.

[cf-12]

n3design.com / 2015—16

[dethiux]

Text: I just woke up and I keep wanting to sleep more anyway. I'm making myself get up though cuz I told myself I'm making you something. I curse you for being an effective, um, indirect motivation or something - i can't think okay?! I just woke up!

     The raven haired male paused as the vibration from his pocket alerted his senses. Usually, it would be a familiar tune or song dedicated to the one who’s number was saved. However, this time, he was going over Sora’s homework and wanted to focus on that. Reaching into his pocket to retrieve the device, a small smile slowly replaced the tired expression he once had. Reppy seemed to always bring about a brighter feeling of happiness, regardless if he were checking match equations of a kindergartner.  [ TEXT: Reppy ] I’m a motivation? Since when? lol I couldn’t get out of bed without the thought of a cup of old coffee, so I think you’re doing much better than me, hun. <3 btw, good morning, sweetheart.

      Placing the cellphone on the table next to the little colorful books, the man began to go over the little pictures of apples and oranges. Vanitas was content with continuing what he was doing before the mere thought of just what Reppy wanted to make crossed his mind? ‘He wants to make something for me?’ He thought out loud with a puzzling look. 

[abyss-of-words]

Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

[gnectics]

♢ From wounds; forgiving

[dethiux]

Alien‌:

      Hands moved like water as he continued to prepare his orders for the evening. It wasn’t necessarily a busy day for him, or he’s had far worst. However, today must have been special for many, for the orders just didn’t seem to stop. Not that he minded that, not in the slightest. Vulpine eyes shifted from bag to ribbon as he coordinated the flora to their rightful place. He paused, only when he finished about three of them, to tend to the customer whom was in the main floor. A small sigh escaped his lungs, to calm himself from the busy tone of his work. Pushing past the door to the show floor, the male proceeded to greet the customer with a smile before said smile turned into a flushed face. ‘E-Ehhh?’ Was the only coherent thought that shaped in his mind. What was the other doing here? Wasn’t he suppose to be on missions, or keeping a safe distance from the likes of him? Not that the other feared him or anything, but he figured the raven just didn’t like his company very much.

❛ T-Trigger. . I wasn’t expecting you to visit. .not that it’s a problem or anything. . ❜

      He pauses, feeling the need to rub his arm lightly, but his joy is hard to be missed. Silver tresses gain a sudden bounce as he moved towards his counter, a more truer smile gracing a pale face. ❛ Are you in need of some flowers? ❜ He tries to conduct himself in a manner of business, despite his need to gush at the prospect of learning just which flower the raven was truly interested in. Like a child, in most ways, he wanted to earn some form of praise from the other. Any sign that his passion, his heart beating love for the flowers would be recognized.

The previous charm that he felt he needed was slowly melted away. For he's noticed, when dealing with the other, such methods wasn't really needed. Whether it would go over the other's head completely, or the fact that he seemed so smitten with him--without really trying. Vanitas raised an eyebrow in suspicion to the obvious display of eager happiness, but refrained from making a rude comment. ❛ I actually have a question. . more like an important one. . ❜ He begins, turning his gaze towards the bundle of flowers to his left. The gathering of roses were silently misted with water from the auto generated machines. A gloved hand pointed in the direction of them, before continuing, ❛ You can grow just about anything correct? Can you grow certain potent poisons as well. . ❜ His eyes shifted back towards the alien, clear curiosity plastered on his face.

❛ If so, with the proper paper work. I'd be willing to form a contract with you. At this point, I'd only need either a yes or a no. . ❜ He would hope the other wouldn't find a problem with it, for if he knew his skills to be true. Then he, no, his entire family would greatly benefit from this singular person. And to make matters even better, all the remnants wouldn't be traceable.  One can't trace, what is made untraceable.

[gnectics]

♢ From wounds; forgiving

[dethiux]

Alien‌:

      That was it. That was all he wanted to hear, nothing more and nothing less. He just wanted to hear that the man before him, this skillful killer, would come to him when he needed him. A small smile slowly blossomed on his face, eyes turning towards the now praising flowers that laid in pots outside of the shop. Their music only something he has learned to hear. The lump in his throat had gone away now, replaced with the feeling of being NEEDED for once. And not by the means of family members, but of someone everyone told him to STAY away from. Content with his first time conversation with the other, Riku turned to head back to his shop.

      It had been weeks since the flower loving male interacted with the raven. Sure, the man had come and go in that time – gone either to ShinRa or back to his country. Either way, the silver haired one had done his best to stay out of the way. It helped that he had been swamped with new orders, and special requests for flowers to be delivered here and there. Today wasn’t any different! The shop had been flooded with new scents, bright colors and the sweet smell of something baked. Riku moved to transfer a bouquet from the refrigerator to the counter. Checking for any imperfections before jotting down the location and the time it had to be delivered.

    ❛ Okay, You go to Mrs. Henderson. .   ❜ He spoke to himself and a little to the flowers as well. Thankfully, most people just assumed he was doing that to stay on task, never thinking he was actually holding little chats with the flowers around his shop. Hands moved quickly to get started on the next order. His mind so busy with new orders, old orders, and canceled orders that he was not aware of whom would be coming in the shop. The little bell at the top of the door sounded, and on queue he stated,  ❛ I’ll be with you in just a minute, please have a seat or please take a look around! ❜ Not once had he laid his eyes on the other’s presence.

      The raven paid no mind to the words that were said to the mundane customers. He was not concerned about the wait, for it gave him time to marvel at the delicate flora. He's seen countless amounts of them being grown before. However, he's never come this close to them. Their creation, their chemical compound, he was aware of entirely. Many nights staying up late has ensured his knowledge of just how the male was so successful with his business. It piqued his interest, slightly, in just how the silver could conduct such things under the guise of ShinRa. Had they known he was mixing his precious blood into every cell of the flowers? Ensuring their survival in a harsh environment such as the slums of the lower plate? A smirk, involuntarily forms on his lips, pleased with the notion that such a sweet person would do something so dark.

      Then again, had it really shocked him? Or had it truly pleased him to know such a thing. He pauses in front of a set of familiar red roses. A gloved hand reaches to touch them, take in their beauty in a way that would be deemed weak in the eyes of his late father. He pauses, a thought passing his mind for just a mere second. 'Can he make poisons out of these. . ' It would in fact make his life a little easier if he had. Countless amounts of suitors, and clients that he needed to pretend to woo would all be solved with a small set of generic roses. Golden pools soon turned to the direction of the alien, placing his hand back to his personal. The charm suddenly clicked into place, for a favor, would soon be asked of the florist.

[dethiux]

Ventus‌:

▹ ☆ Vanitas ☆ ◃  @dethiux​

                ✣ 「 ヴェン」 ❦❧ ─   Sulking. That’s what Ventus was doing. He was pouting and sulking, after his anger all but  B U R N T  out, sighing to himself and rubbing the back of his head. “What am I doing? Getting angry over a bunch of kids,” But they weren’t just ANY kids, they all had familiar faces, faces whom he’d grown to love, raised, and made cared to love everyone of them. Even if that jerk DiZ, threatened to  D I S P O S E  of Roxas and Xion, because… they weren’t meant to exist, and boy… did that made the Wind Master angry enough, he nailed the man in the face before Sora could protest. And then, he just fell into melancholy, “Sometimes I wished you were here, Terra… Aqua,” A bile of bitterness at them. The Wayfinder… was the only proof of their friendship, scratched, rusted and worn down, continues to be his most important item.

                ‘But both of you left me, what am I supposed to do with myself?’ 

                                  The Wind Master barely set foot outside of the large double gates.

                Already a lost expression was adorn onto his youthful face, turning back and forth the paths of left or right… or straight forward. Man, sometimes he’d wished he was better with directions. Unfortunately, he was utterly hopeless with this. “Now I wished I had Roxas or Xion’s sense of direction.” Otherwise he just wandered, whether he felt like going… even if it meant delays of heading back home or his students literally have to come out to bring him home. Oh, but the presence that is so C O M F O R T I N G  that is of Vanitas, as crazy as it sounded, it was the truth, how could Ventus not be able to feel him following, approaching him. Even if they are different, Vanitas was always the half he’s missing. “I’m not gonna say I’m sorry, you know.” The Master voice out loud enough so the raven haired male could hear him. The blond getting angry, because he cared. One does not get worked up if they have little concern. He did. On a note, his mood did brighten up a bit more, because,… well… HELP!

                                 “Vanitas, that’s south right? Where you drove  us from?”

                Unfortunately… he might as well point to the sky, because he was pointing toward the very opposite direction of South, and no where near the path that the other man had drove them from. What a wonderful time for his navigator to break down, not like he could ask the three Good Fairies to fix it, or Cid even.  Beside, if he finds a town, he can stay there and well… if they had troubles with monsters or even worse H E A R T L E S S  Ventus can always step in and dispatch those pests, they were more persistent than flies. It was… kinda embarrassing constantly needing help to navigate…. siiiiiigh.

   The vulpine raven was quick to catch up with the blond, slowing his pace as he emerged closer to where the other stood. Not a single breath was made, not a single sound was uttered as the man placed his hands in his pockets. He had not known as to why he decided to follow him there, but he summed it up to a bout of guilt. His expression has changed from annoyed like earlier, to something close to unimpressed by the words Ventus spoke.  ❛ I wasn’t expecting you too. .  ❜ He stated normally, slightly shrugging while looking at him, continuing with,  ❛ Sure in hell, I wasn’t going to apologize. . Sora was insulted, that’s what ya’ expect. .  ❜ He ended while glancing down the road he had driven from. He was never going to apologize for anything his family did. That’s just how things were, not a single person -- especially an unknown one -- would get anything remotely as close to an apology out of him or any of them. He just had to suck it up.

  ❛ You have shit directions, ya know that? ❜ He was proud to point out, verbally in theory and in actual pointing directions, the correct way that lead South. It was the opposite of where they had came from, but he figured the other was just too bothered with his thoughts to have noticed. A sigh is made, the light crunching sounds of his combat boots walking over granite and different forms of rock is all that sounded. Why did he bring him here? ‘ Hnn, maybe timing was uf the essence. .?’ He wonders, looking up towards the large sky, seeing the millions upon millions of stars. They were perfectly away from the city to finally see them, and it gave him a sense of calm.  ❛ I’m also not apologizing for not telling you about tha’ Monsters. .  It’s not my place too. . . ❜ What he looked like, a personal tour guide?

     Trigger finally turns his gaze back towards the blond,  ❛ Plus the nearest city is ‘bout an hour away. .  ❜ His expression then morphs into something that of curiosity. He would ask him about where he came from? Why was he there? And why he said Sora’s name, knowing he was the feistiest among all his brothers to get riled up?   ❛ How did you know my mother. . ? ❜ That’s the main goal of his questioning, since the man was very protective of her. After all, she was his mother, and the current leader of the clan. He felt it was in his duty to ensure all information was kept secret and safe. And for an outsider, to openly speak to her like that, irked him.  ❛ And why do you use Magic like T U R Ks and SOLDIERS do, ya know that stuff is forbidden. .  ❜

[eliaskotzs-deactivated20190527]

“Remember, nothing is really dead”

[dethiux]

Ventus‌:

▹ ☆ Vanitas ☆ ◃  @dethiux​

                 ✣ 「 ヴェン」 ❦❧ ─   Almost… there was an almost eerily scary look on his face. As if the sunshine blond who is always happy, a little naive and seemed to be all over the place, at that moment, a single fraction of a second, he was R E P L A C E D  by someone else entirely. Someone much more  D a n g e r o u s  readily to defend themselves against the attack. Had Vanitas not pulled him to the side or stopped the assault over all. Effectively snapping the Wind Master back into awareness, before he frowned at the ‘Sora’…was this what Sora truly was…someone who didn’t ask, didn’t talk, but jumped head into attacking someone, injuring them without remorse.

                     A tad look of disappointment coloured his eyes at the young man.

                                         Only to snap his attention once more back at Vanitas.

                “Monsters…?” In a disbelief tone, as if it was something the other should have told him before. “You never told me there’s monsters.” Now both of his eye brows dipped down into a frown, with a grim expression. One that made him looked older than he should have…but of course.. unless someone broke his young image, SHATTER  it… Ventus refuse to go back to being a Master…if he did. SHE will easily find him! She couldn’t!  If his imagine of his younger self were to break now, his strength, what he truly is would be felt by the girl, whom he’d cared for as a sister.. and no doubt, the darkness could claim him back to oblivion. Breathing in, and glancing back to the boy… ‘Sora’ and then to Vanitas.

            “I’m not from here,” he stated with clarity. It finally sunk, this wasn’t home… everything he’d thought wasn’t to be, this isn’t HIS Vanitas. She had been right. He was G o n e . And he’ll never come back no matter how far he’d searched. A smallest part inside of his heart, the Wind Master knew this… he just didn’t want to believe it. “From your accent. And his,” The people he’d known never had strange way of talking, it was clear and crisp, “You’re not my Sora. Either you’re my Vanitas.” When it was clear and finality of this knowledge, Ventus could only sigh. “Because my Sora,” Once more there was a dangerous look in his eyes, “Was raised to be much better than that.” Staring down like he was nothing but an insignificant spec, cold dull and steely sapphire eyes bored onto the Sora of this world.

                “He would not so much to injury an unarmed man,” in a disappointed tone.

        “I would think twice if attempting to attack me again, little boy.” Regardless if he only stood five feet three, (for now)  it was just a fake image he’d crafted to escape her detection. Feeling vastly disappointed and let down, the Master turned on his feet and walked away, “And I’m not staying here either.” He hated when people attempts to imprison him. It had been such a long time ever since that had happened. He had  TRAINED his own Sora, trained Roxas and Xion, he bled for the good side, fought in wars, endure insults and stabs at his weakness by that man called DiZ, the Master wasn’t going to stay here and endure this either. Ventus have hardly gotten angry… when he did, he was no better than Xehanort, HIS Vanitas once upon a time have told him, his wrath was like his former Master. And it scared him. Like Student like Master.

   Deep oceanic blue eyes lowered at the so called threat, finding it funny that such a person would even be involved with his brother. It was odd to him, silly even, that the blonde thought HE was bad? Has the other not HEARD or even KNOWN what evils his eldest was known for? The man was known around the world for his work, and this guy didn’t even know that much? Pity, he would have liked to annoy him some more, but the brunet figured the look-a-like just couldn’t handle it.  ❛ Tsk, yeah whatever Goldilocks. . . Good riddance, we don’t need weaklings around us anyway. . Right, big brother? ❜  Sora glances towards the male, whom just simply closes his eyes towards the whole ordeal. The raven only gave a pat to his head before turning his own attention towards their current leader, Momma.  ❛ If he’s not a’ stayin, then what he if he wonders. . ? ❜

   Tifa raises her head to the situation, taking what seemed like only a moment to answer him.  ❛ If your father was here, what do you think he would have done in this situation? ❜ She’s serious about the answer he might give her, considering it was her job to train the next heir of the clan. And if Vanitas was unable to give the proper answer, it would have meant he wasn’t ready for the responsibility just yet. However, he’s quick above all else to answer that one, given that he’s been around the ruthless man the most in his childhood.  ❛ If he is not family, forget him. If he is not blood, forsake him. If he is not Vaniti, kill him. We worry about our own, and those who bare our name, and our honor. .  ❜ He stated in a monotone like fashion, eyes half lowered as if he was chanting something that every member of the family knew by heart. 

     Sora, Roxas, and Ventus grinned in their own way, impressed by eldest as usual, for that was their way. And though it may have been very standoff-ish and damn near cut throat point of view, it was what made them Vaniti Assassins. Tifa nods towards her sons, before turning from the garage door. If the boy was out of site, he was out of mind. Making her way towards the foyer, she pauses before glancing over her shoulder with a singular red eye, ❛ And who knows, boys, maybe a Behemoth will expose of him. .  ❜ She turns back forwards before making her way further into the estate.  

       Trigger knows that this was their ways, and what needed to be done was now left up to fate. Yet, there still was something that caused him concern for the blonde he took such good care of delivering there. A sigh is made, as he moved to rub each beloved brother on the head.  ❛ Continue what you all were doing, I’ll settle with the rest.  ❜ He orders, which they take no time to obey before the fellow members disperse in different areas of the mansion. Vanitas is tempted to just close the door and forget about the blonde, but the irking feeling of having just wasted a potential good fighter still gnawed at him. And no, he had not told Ventus about the possible monsters that Midgar so regularly had, but was something as that important? Hand still on the door knob, the man contemplates actually following after him. Yes, Ventus was fully capable of handling his own in a fight, but what if another T U R K came along? Or even worst, what if he met up with fellow SOLDIER? What a time to start having a conscience. Rolling his amber eyes, the man turns out of the door in search of the feisty blonde.

[wordsnquotes]

Close some doors. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because they no longer lead somewhere.

Paulo Coelho (via wordsnquotes)

[gnectics]

♢ From wounds; forgiving

[dethiux]

Alien‌:

     MEAN. Why did the man have to be so mean to him? Had he done something to hurt his feelings? Had he committed such a crime that the other just didn’t want anything to do with him? Maybe he should have smiled more, kept his weird alien like tendencies to himself. Maybe if he was fully human the man would have liked to talk with him, chat about the weather with him - anything. Riku bit his tongue a little to push back the lump that wished to settle deep within his throat. Stinging threatened the arrival of tears, but the silver haired youth held them back. 

   ❛  I didn’t mean to insult you. .   ❜ He says lowly, though now he truly wished he hadn’t said anything in the first place. He’s heard about a thing or two from his father about watching out for the assassin, and trying to be on his best behavior. Yet, his father never explained just how H A R D it would be just to hold a single conversation with him. And of course Riku knew people in the world didn’t HAVE to like him. He just only wished THIS person liked him. Riku moved to rub his right arm lightly, feeling the pulsing of his veins through the white sleeve.  ❛  Vanitas – wait, just answer me this last question?  ❜ Should he just let it go, and continue to live his life like any other day? Or should he gain the confidence his mother had when dreaming big dreams – to accomplish them.

      Taking a step forward, ignoring any possible stares he might have earned by this point. The male simply states,  ❛  You can hate me, or despise me. . but if you ever need someone to talk to. Will you at least come and talk to me? ❜ Why should he plead for something so simple when family was all around him? There would be no point in the man telling his demons to someone he barely knew, nor understood. And Riku knew that, but somewhere deep down he knew what such a look meant. When the ebony haired man is up there high above the world, Riku could still see the pain in his eyes. The look of loss, anger, abandonment – ill intended emotions. All the kinds of things Riku has felt at some point or another. All emotions he’s felt through Jenoku. All the same emotions he wished to share with the other male, express them. 

   He keeps his back turned, for it was easier to not look at him when his voice was so soft like that. Vanitas has never meant to truly hurt anyone, not on purpose at least. If it came to his job, sure, he wouldn’t bat an eyelash to the idea of ending a person’s life. If it meant for his family, he wouldn’t think twice in doing what he needed, to do what was right by them. Yet, when it comes to a person like Riku, the man was at a lost. A part of him wanted to lash out at him, call him names that would surely burn the very flesh he had. Yet another part of him, the part he fails to listen to, wanted to just tell him the truth. That same part just wanted to let go of all the anger, the pain, and the loneliness and tell the alien that he was hurting.

    His shoulders slowly relax, black spikes that laced the back of his head un-frazzle slowly, before the male decides on just what to say. His mind is blurry, bombarded by memories of his past lover, filled with information on future missions and anything else that is on his mind.  ❛ Why do you continue to try these stupid things with me. . ? ❜ He wonders, is it a fact of sadist and masochist in the way they play these games or what? Had Riku not known of his internal rage? Had he not known all the things he could have said or done to the other? Yet, the male still continues to break at the glass shield he had surrounding himself? 

      ❛ That’s a stupid question. . .  ❜  He starts while slowly turning to look at the other. The site pushing yet another pang of hurt to penetrate his inner heart. Trigger avoids his gaze, looking upon some of the plants that laced the outside of the shop. Anything was better than looking at the alien before him.  ❛ Agents aren’t meant to talk about stuff like that. . so the answer’s no. .  ❜ He leads with, turning back around to walk away. For if the T U R Ks were changing schedules, he would need the new list asap. He continues walking before leaving the other with a simple statement.  ❛ But I guess, If I ever need flowers. I can get them from you. .  ❜

[dethiux]

Ventus‌:

▹ ☆ Vanitas ☆ ◃

                  ✣ 「 ヴェン」 ❦❧ ─ Indeed it would be a very quiet ride… and Ventus sat quietly, too, too eerily silent without a sound… curl up on his seat, all in attempts to make himself comfortable, still very much invisible from the  V a n i s h   spell he’d cast prior. Obeying the order without a second of fail. But as the minutes passing by, the spell wearing off, like a disappearing cloth being pulled from his form, the blond begins to become visible to the naked eyes. Silently staring out the window, the passing streets… the houses… the fields… unnaturally silent –or was it falling back to his usual pessimistic self– like during the days when the first Keyblade war had started and he had a helping hand in causing the bloodshed. That graveyard full of lifeless keys… they stand as a reminder he was at  F a u l t  too.

                                    [ ‘You’re just a failed reject science experiment… Ventuuuuus…’ ]

        The monster with Sora’s face crackled at him as it lurked in the shadow.

                Wrapping his arms around his pulled up knees, resembling a small child on that car seat… in fact Ventus may have grown, but he wasn’t any bigger. Still smaller than Riku, who towers over him and Sora… even Roxas too. Even then Roxas and Sora had gain more heights and muscles… the blond blames on the fact often he neglect food and sleep deprive. Nightmares still haunts him in his sleep. Losing appetite, or either just too absorb in his studies/ training –he wasn’t skinny or scrawny though– just many things that can affect him thanks to participating in three Wars. The twirl thoughts, of his regrets, his   M i s t a k e s … the cruel things that befallen upon him… and the envious of wishing to be a normal kid… it all came crashing down.

                          [ ‘You’re going to disappear, Ven. That’s why I have to put you back to sleep.’ ]

             And he ran… Ventus ran away from them… from her. The sister he’s supposed to have in her… it came undone and fell apart when she uttered those words, knowing the Wind Master feared sleep… a sleep he’ll never.  E v e r . Awaken again. ‘I know I’m going to disappear, let me be at peace.’ Wasn’t he supposed to be an expendable soldier? Not someone important. Why would keep on stretching him thin and preserve a light that is winking out? Lost in his thoughts, Ventus was startled out of his memories, out of those terrible recollection after the car ride had came to a full halt. Vanitas had the door opened for him… it was still far too soon to recollect himself back from the pieces. Jumped. S t a r t l e d .  At the stern voice directly at Vanitas.

          Sapphire eyes brightened at the picture-esque of the woman in front of them. Recognition. The same kind woman that gave him courage. That helped him when he was down. The kick ass ‘chick’ as others dubbed it, had toss him out to find the lone warrior that is Cloud, and tasked him with the most impossible thing in his life. A smile made onto his face, in spite of the tension of the entire situation –Ven was never good at reading the mood– and literally beamed out, “Tifa…? Tifa! Thanks Kingdom Hearts there’s a familiar face.” And gave her a sheepish expression, “That task you handed to me before? That’s… kinda impossible. I’ll go old and grey before I can accomplish that. I mean…. even Sora discourage me from it too, I just didn’t really believed him. Heck, even Yuffie is trying to help out, but she’s throwing in the towel after several helping attempts.”  Whatever disheartening situation prior that had his heart clenching, melted into smiles and sunshine, the very trade mark that made Ven… Ven.

               Like a switch, from that terrified blond to a very much happy chipper, rambling away to an old friend, “Vincent, that same Vincent Valentine said if I can accomplished the impossible task you set me, he would do the… the choc…co…choco…” What was that again? Oh! right! “The chocobo dance. I don’t think he would actually mean that if he knows I can accomplished it. So uh… can I take a rain check on that instead? I’m no miracle worker or Cupid, I don’t think I uh… can do that.” Even if Ven didn’t like to give up, he had to admit… being at the end of a Long Katana and a Buster sword constantly… was not worth it. Master Eraqus must be rolling in his grave at his hopeless pupil… ‘sorry, Master,’ and speaking of Master, the man must be rolling twice, since Ven has utterly mixed up one dimension with another…. his youngest pupil was really   H o p e l e s s … even after becoming a Master.

   The raven opens his mouth to give the information that his mother has demanded, but the blond is quicker to form words like water. Golden eyes shift over towards the foreign familiarity towards his mother, and the sudden explanation that made no dire sense to him or his gawking siblings. Sora is next to give the look of confusion, for the sound of his name being mentioned is enough to make him move closer. Bright blue eyes now sharpened with the sudden betrayal of his name, or the fact that the odd blonde who looks like his brother -- but isn’t, is stating he was involved in such heresy. He quick to move towards the blond in slight aggression,  ❛ Take that back, I a’ never said that!  ❜ Vanitas is quick to grab the other’s arm, pulling him to the side, knowing FULL well of how quick the assassin of blades can be.

    Tifa is only next to sharper her gaze, seeing how her eldest has such the need to protect the odd one there. Her gaze lands back on Ventus before she places her right hand up, no longer interested in the fables or spillage the other has to state.  ❛ I do not know you. I do not ever recall giving you such an order -- nor do I forget any others that I give. I do not know why you look like my second born, nor do I care to be frank. You are an outsider, and Trigger you know what that means. .   ❜ Roxas and Ventus are quick to glance at her before looking back at the other before them all. Only Ventus is the one truly freaked out about this whole situation, and the way the other looked. He seemed, smaller than him, less built like him or his eldest. Yet, he could tell the other could hold his own in a fight, that much he could tell. But why did brother bring home someone like him of all people? Was it a trick? Was it a pawn, or was it possibly a clone the science department were playing with?

      Trigger finally gets his thoughts together, guided by also holding Sora back.  ❛ He’s not from here, and he’s not a’ clone. . He’s not Ventus at all, yet he is. .  ❜ He tries to tell the other by pointing at him, furthering his explanation with,  ❛ I am not entirely sure, but I figured having him roam around fighting monsters back in Midgard would be bad for Ventus’ image. And I doubt we would want anything he does, to fall on the name of the Vaniti. .It was an educated decision I made at the time. .  ❜ Well he wasn’t the heir to the family name for nothing. He had a rather good head on his shoulders, a gift of his father for leadership. Yet, he wasn’t sure this would be enough to convince his mother, but he would at least try. And besides, at this point, they couldn’t just turn him away. The fact that he DID look like Ventus would have ruined as to why they were there. Contracts still needed to be completed, so that would mean Ventus needed to stay. And Ven would have to deal with having another twin around.

[pastelhitachiin]

[gnectics]

♢ From wounds; forgiving

[dethiux]

Alien‌:

    Cyan eyes blinked for a moment, staring at the man before him in slight awe – partly confused mind you. Riku knew interacting with humans or anything that were outside of his known facility would prove to be a challenge for him. However, he had not thought that simply wanting to hold a conversation with someone would be such a H A S S L E to the other person. It made him wonder would this have been any better if the man were in a better mood. Although, the more he thought about it, he’s never seen the ebony haired man in a mood other than sour and agitated. Riku lowered his gaze towards the ground before speaking, haven learned the best way to speak to people when angered was when he was the first to back down.  ❛  I-I just wanted to ask you some questions is all. .  ❜

     Where had his previously gained confidence gone? He had spent so much time in-front of his mirror this morning, that he was entirely sure he would be able to convey his thoughts out today! And there it all went, down towards the ground like he’s always had his gaze.  ❛  It’s just that, I thought maybe we could have ah, I mean well – a chat. .   ❜  He struggles to find his wordings, yet they somehow find their way out. Hands now slightly trembling at the thought that the man would just simply say ‘ no ‘.  

      Upon hearing the movement of the T U R K make his daily routine in telling the assassin his shift was over. Riku took it upon himself to finally find the right words to say.  ❛  W-well, see just like that. He’s going home early because of the shift change. . so maybe we can talk to each-other. . I mean you always seem so bothered, and I’m a great listener!  ❜  He’s trying, he’s trying so hard just to make a connection to him. Not because he has to – no, but because he F E E L S like it would be good for the both of them. They had a lot in common, right?

   A single sigh is breathed out by the elder man, staring at the youth before him, before closing his amber eyes. ‘ He wants to talk with me. .? ’ Is questioned deep within his mind, just as flashes of the same I N N O C E N T tone of voice ripples throughout his pool of memories. A sting of hurt is the result of REMEMBERING, the person who has asked of him the same exact thing. A conversation. A connection. A bond. All things he’s never been good at, and never thought he would need to master. Vanitas slowly opens his eyes, though because of the aching within his chest, his words are harsh -- cold.  ❛ Why would I waste my time, doing shit like that?  ❜ 

    A frown is then formed to escalate the situation even further, to solidify his distaste with the idea of doing ANYTHING of the sort. Why would he find the need to talk to his target? Why would he be so ignorant as to form a bond with a person who was on his hit list? If anything, the man before him was just nothing more than another walking, talking, dollar sign.  ❛ I don’t know what they tell you in that crazy house you come from. But normal people don’t go around having chats with their potential killers. .    ❜ This would make things easier for the both of them. The easier it was to push the male away, the better his final shot would be. Vanitas had no intention of thinking of the other after all was said and done. Contracts were final, and the most he could offer was at least telling it how it is.  ❛ And also, I don’t know what you saw, but I’m too booked to be bothered. So go back to your little shop and try to pretend your human. At least make my job easier. . .  ❜

      None of this was necessary, not one bit of it, but Trigger felt it was appropriate. There wasn’t time in his life for small chats and mini coffee sessions by a bookstore. He was a killer, a highly trained, highly paid -- killing machine with not much else known to his name. There was too many other things he could have been doing with his time. For one, solving the traces of his deceased PARTNER and L O V E R’s murder, was more important than dealing with someone like him. Running a whole bureau of ASSASSINS and making sure every single one of them gets their missions done and come home safe, was more important. Providing for his main house, collecting coin from other missions, hell other countries! Those were more important than dealing with the alien before him. There was just too much going on in his life to be bottled down by some chatting and coffee -- or whatever the male wanted to chat about. The raven turns to leave the other to his vises, saying nothing as he did so.  ❛ . . .  ❜

[dethiux]

Sees the season Winter, and eyes Vanitas critically, "Me, and you? We are so not getting along." Pouts.

      He rolls his eyes while leaning on the balcony of his Italian estate, trying to ignore the blonde whom WASN’T his kid brother. The man had been around a lot lately, and he’s sure it was against some form of rules his father set forth a long time ago – strangers – and all at the family home. Though, too many times he’s actually failed in getting the male away, so he figures it’s just best to keep him around, like a pet cat or something. Vanitas huffs out a sound of a grunt before turning to look at the other. Visage tired and bored, a lovely combination.

  ❛  Winter will always be better. .  ❜

    That’s how he liked it, and if he had it his way. Winter would have been year round, enough snow to cover up the past mistakes he’s made. Another winter to wash away the memories of what happened so long ago, to the most important person in his life– gone like the glittering flakes themselves. Winter was the time of the year where he was allowed to not work, to relax. A time where after dealing with the large amounts of family members, he would be left alone with his thoughts. He would never tell a soul that the season itself reminded him of himself, or that the bitter cold was enough to feel N O T H I N G – like a deep empty crevice. ❛  If we aren’t gonna get along, then why stick around. . ?  ❜

     He questions out of the sheer wanting of curiosity. After all, Ventus was an odd creature to him. And here he was, the black sheep of the family, a person who knew a thing or two about being different – odd even! It perplexed him to no end, yet some part of him could understand just a shred as to a reason why Ventus would stick around. Because just down the halls of a simi empty mansion, there once lived the love and honor that the Vaniti household held. And though, its been long gone, almost forgotten. He was sure the remnants still remained, and was felt in every waking moment he continued the name. 

    ❛ Forget it – You must have your reasons…   ❜

[gnectics]

♢ From wounds; forgiving

[dethiux]

Alien‌:

   Vanitas was not the easiest man to talk to, that much Riku could always gather. They were always at each other’s neck if it were for the occasional – meetups.  However, today was going to be the start of something new. Riku didn’t want to fight with people anymore, he didn’t want to harbor hatred out of misunderstandings and communication errors anymore. He wanted to actually understand the people around him, if he were to ever actually find the cure for them. Riku breathed in deeply, closed his eyes to think clearly about what he wanted to accomplish today and walked. 

   He knew the man would be out there, above the rafters watching every move he made. He knew about the contract the man held with his company ShinRa. The details evaded him, but he knew of them nonetheless. It was mildly windy in the city today, perfect for a picnic or something to share a conversation with. Maybe the man felt cold up there? Riku wasn’t sure, but he didn’t let him stop his stride towards the front doors. Cracking them open, he stepped out calmly before calling out.  “ Mr. Trigger, may I speak to you for a moment. . ?  “ He sounded so formal now that he thought about it. Yet, knowing how the other man was, maybe that was a good thing to be a little practical.  Today was going to be the day he actually earned this man as his friend. And if he didn’t, surely he was going to keep trying until he did.  “ It will take only a moment of your time. .  “ He added while watching the male find his own special means of getting down from the every loving rafters.

  A part of Vanitas wanted to stay where he was docked, to continue with his silence in peace alone with his thoughts. A part of him wanted to call it a day and head for the nearest flight back to Italy to continue with his deceased lover’s research. Another part of him truly did want to see what the alien had to say. He sat there for another moment, plotting his next move before hearing the amount of time would be used for this conversation the other so badly wanted. ‘ He wants to talk huh? ’ Sounded within his mind as he found himself slowly rising from his seat towards the edge of the rafters. Pale hands moved like water as he gripped the edge of the pole and moved downward with precision. Barely the sounds of a  T H U M P could be heard as heavy combat boots touched the ground. Amber eyes quickly shifted towards the sightly awkward standing youth before him. Taking another sigh, the man proceeds to walk towards the man obsessed with flowers.

                        ❛  And what exactly did you want to talk about. . ? ❜

    Straight to the point, right to the basic need of him having to be standing there. If the male wanted to talk, then he needed to make it quick. He wasn’t a man of words, not when they were based on truth or from the heart. So if the other wanted to take time off to chat about affairs of his life, plants, flowers, or anything that didn’t give much of a meaning to him. Then they were useless and a waste of time. And to Trigger, time was money. And he hated loosing money. A random T U R K walked around the corner to signify that his shift was changing, and Vanitas dared not wonder as to why the sudden change. He pushed that at the back of his mind, right where everything seemed to go for the time being.   ❛  Mind you, let’s hope this conversation doesn’t lead to you crying. . I’m not the nicest guy to talk to, so consider this as a warning if anything. .   ❜ It was better to get that out of the way now, than have to deal with another gushing fanboy.