Xtreme Heart Battle Between Preteens. (WHAT HAPPENS NEXT WILL SHOCK YOU)

[vacantis]

Vanitas lay floating and half awake on the inside of their heart. Ven, floated before him, looking down at the X-blade. It seemed...different. More tarnished then he'd imagined. Jagged and ripped. Ven wasn't stupid, but between the battle with that blue haired girl (what was her name..? he didn't remember) and his own adjustment to the new presence of his heart it took a few turns of thought before he realized.

Our union didn't work.

And oh, that wasn't good. Master Xenonort needed the complete X-blade to unlock kingdom hearts. Ven needed..well no Ven didn't need anything actually. He knew that. But Ven knew that this malformed keyblade meant he wasn't whole. And if he wasn't whole he couldn't do the best job he could, couldn't serve Master Xenonort, couldn't...couldn't...

He shook the thoughts away, schooling his face as he pointed the X-blade at Vanitas's stirring body.

"It wasn't finished." He said quietly, but his soul was quiet, so unless Vanitas started shouting, he was bound to hear. "Our union..I mean. The X-blade can't stay broken like this." He paused, the his eyes seeming a little blanker by the second. "Why won't you join me? We need to complete it."

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ventus voice: jfc and i thought i had issues

[vacantis]

Whatever reaction Ventus had hoped to glean from his other half, this was not it. He was ready with the guard, but he was forced back by the brutal nature of the counterattack and the gleeful look in Vanitas's eyes.

Gross. A small part whispered, curled up small. He liked that that happened. Ven turned the thought over, the fragile emotion it carried, and ultimatly discarded it. What would it do?

Instead he blocked again, his eyes half lidded. Inwardly, he panicked, but the thought followed a long practiced pattern. Fear, pain, a loss of clarity of vision. Luckily he'd always been taught what to do. Focused on memories of his masters voice, guiding him through forms, chiding him through innumerable enemies. The blooming emotions calmed, when Ventus rose to strike again, his eyes were as dead as ever.

"Glad to hear it." He lifted the X-blade, muttering a targeting spell to get Vanitas off his back. "You can forget about them, then. Terra and er..Aqua." That was her name. "They're useless. They don't matter. Or...they won't I guess." He's not explaining that one. "They can't help you."

local boy refuses to process his brother killing his dad. 'nope, not today'.

[vapidus]

Vanitas was pushing forward fairly well until the spell and the unfortunate discovery that targeting spells could lock on to a puddle of darkness just as well as otherwise.

"I'm not going to forget about them," Vanitas hisses, singed, albeit with the tone of someone bothered by the fact they've apparently forgotten a great deal of things before. One hand goes to a pocket and a familiar five-pointed shape, fingers crooking into the gaps between points. It's still warm which means... well he hopes it means that Terra and Aqua are still alive. He also hopes that Aqua is kicking this broken thing's ass out there.

"You say that. They're helping me right now." He straightens up, the tip of Void Gear lowering slightly. He doesn't belong to them. He doesn't owe them anything. And he cares about them. The star in his hand is tangible proof that they care about him too, as much as some part of him will always be baffled by that. They don't need to be here to help. They're the reason he's still doing any of this.

Vanitas flips Void Gear around with a hand until the pommel faces upwards, then wastes no time hooking the star onto the keychain in one rapid motion. The keyblade shivers as it transforms along it's length, the teeth elongated and blocky, wound around with a sinuous relief. Only one eye remains.

Vanitas has to resist the urge to marvel at it, because he didn't know if that would work. It's lighter, and he hefts it level with Ventus's eyes with one hand.

"They're not my masters, they're my friends and that makes me more powerful than you."

its ok ven has never properly processed an emotion in his life

[vacantis]

Aqua is definatly kicking his ass. Theres...theres a mouse now to? The vague impression of what Other Ven is doing is starting to give him a bit of a headache, mostly because most of the impressions he's getting are a lot of magic hitting him. Distracting. Other Ven should be doing better.

Vanitas's speech makes him grit his teeth, makes something bitter curl up inside the emptiness in his head. Friends The concept echoed blankly, bouncing off nothing. Ventus doesn't have friends, he has a purpose. He has his loyalty and his Master and he knows thats exactly all he has. All he should have. The state of the world. The bitter thing is squashed under a heel, smeared like a thin film across his thoughts.

"We'll see." He says curtly, ignoring the words, ignoring the new keyblade, ignoring his headache, ignoring the look in Vanitas' yellow eyes. He shifts his stance and pushes off, bringing the X-blade down against Void Gear with everything he can muster, and then some.

He hardly has a second to gape as the force of the strike, of his soul and Vanitas' clashing so utterly rips across the world around them, a malestorm of light and dark sparks as the stained glass beneath them shatters.

[vapidus]

Vanitas wouldn't be Vanitas if he didn't rub it in. He sees those gritted teeth and hears those curt words and lifts his chin with it.

"We will." He also has to have the last word, when it comes to things.

They clash together like current-driven icebergs - the impact rings out across the space, a tone so strong and high that it's only natural glass should shatter. Vanitas's eyes widen. The feedback pain feels like his ribcage has been crumpled up like a piece of paper, and he struggles to draw breath.

He floats in the dark space, surrounded by drifting and tumbling shards. He can see Ventus in the distance, the impact having pushed them apart.

[vacantis]

The pain is intense, and even with Vens discipline he curls over as he’s flung backwards, biting his tongue as something in his chest fragments into a thousand shining shards. His head knocks against one of the fragments of glass as he eights, the impact singing through his body like a tuning fork.

Somewhere he can feel his body stumble and weaken. It sends the singing tune desperate, The heart lies shattered, and X-blade came from that. Vanitas was killing them both, but more importantly he was destroying what Master Xehanort has worked so hard to create.

He needed to end this.

There was nothing to push off of in the void of his heart but Ven fling himself forward with a sheer force of will, light collecting around the X-blade as he brought it down. “You’re destroying everything!!” He cried, a raw sound never heard,. “You’re ruining it! Join with me! Join or we die!”