▹ ☆ 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.