Challenge 302
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kh_drabbleChallenge: 302 - Unasked Questions
Title: The Heart That Yearns
Wordcount: 584
Notes: Major Birth by Sleep spoilers. Minor Dream Drop Distance for a bit of information we get and my speculations on the implications thereof. I cackled when this image first came into my head, but it's been a pain getting it out.
He’d run outside because of the screaming, and found the smaller kids being attacked by one of the things, again. This wasn’t the first time he’d chased them away, but it was the first time he’d been this angry while doing it.
It was the only reason he could think of for why it just backed up, and sort of... stared at him? It was kind of hard to tell with those eyes. He took a step toward it, and it skittered back. He thought about it a minute, and then made the little kids go inside before following it, all the way to the edge of town and down into the ruins.
Which he was starting to think wasn’t his smartest decision ever, since he was pretty much lost. Underground. Without any light except what was coming through the broken parts of the roof overhead. It was probably going to get cold when it got dark too, never mind he wouldn’t be able to tell where he was going.
But really, what else could he have done? He’d never seen one act like this before.
Then he noticed that it was getting warmer the further down they went. The holes in the walls gradually disappeared, and there were decorations and doors leading off to the sides that he’d have been thrilled to peer into if he weren’t still following the thing. When it finally stopped, it was in a round room with one door set in the far wall. He kept half an eye on it, since it seemed to be what the thing wanted, but it didn’t seem to be able to do anything.
He wasn’t sure what all this stuff was for, all sorts of glass bottles and different tools. There was a hearth in which he didn’t think was for cooking, but he was more interested in all the books on the shelves. There were words on some of the spines, and he could almost make them out. Which was why he ended up sitting on the floor with his back to a shelf and a book in his hands, and didn’t even notice the stranger come in. “ ‘To destroy the devourers of the heart... must use the weapon that made them.’ That made them? Why would anyone make things like that?!”
“Because, my boy, there was a war on. People do foolish things during war.” He looked up into amused gold eyes, and felt measured somehow. He scrambled up, but froze as the man flexed his hand and a weapon appeared in it - he couldn’t make out all the details of it, but it was beautiful, the way a predator was.
He felt his hand twitch toward it, and hoped the old man didn’t notice. “Is that..?” he trailed off for a moment, worried it would sound insulting, and then shook it off. He’d never cared before, why start now? “Does that make them?”
The sharp grin would have been enough of an answer, but when he turned and pointed it at the little one and it just sort of shriveled, he actually laughed. “Can people learn to use those things? Can I?”
The low noise of amusement from the old man made a shiver run up his spine. “You can indeed. If you’re willing to work for it. What is your name, child?”
He lifted his head, glaring. “I am. And it’s Ventus.”
A slow nod, and a gesture to follow, and the old man was turning. “Xehanort.”
Title: The Heart That Yearns
Wordcount: 584
Notes: Major Birth by Sleep spoilers. Minor Dream Drop Distance for a bit of information we get and my speculations on the implications thereof. I cackled when this image first came into my head, but it's been a pain getting it out.
He’d run outside because of the screaming, and found the smaller kids being attacked by one of the things, again. This wasn’t the first time he’d chased them away, but it was the first time he’d been this angry while doing it.
It was the only reason he could think of for why it just backed up, and sort of... stared at him? It was kind of hard to tell with those eyes. He took a step toward it, and it skittered back. He thought about it a minute, and then made the little kids go inside before following it, all the way to the edge of town and down into the ruins.
Which he was starting to think wasn’t his smartest decision ever, since he was pretty much lost. Underground. Without any light except what was coming through the broken parts of the roof overhead. It was probably going to get cold when it got dark too, never mind he wouldn’t be able to tell where he was going.
But really, what else could he have done? He’d never seen one act like this before.
Then he noticed that it was getting warmer the further down they went. The holes in the walls gradually disappeared, and there were decorations and doors leading off to the sides that he’d have been thrilled to peer into if he weren’t still following the thing. When it finally stopped, it was in a round room with one door set in the far wall. He kept half an eye on it, since it seemed to be what the thing wanted, but it didn’t seem to be able to do anything.
He wasn’t sure what all this stuff was for, all sorts of glass bottles and different tools. There was a hearth in which he didn’t think was for cooking, but he was more interested in all the books on the shelves. There were words on some of the spines, and he could almost make them out. Which was why he ended up sitting on the floor with his back to a shelf and a book in his hands, and didn’t even notice the stranger come in. “ ‘To destroy the devourers of the heart... must use the weapon that made them.’ That made them? Why would anyone make things like that?!”
“Because, my boy, there was a war on. People do foolish things during war.” He looked up into amused gold eyes, and felt measured somehow. He scrambled up, but froze as the man flexed his hand and a weapon appeared in it - he couldn’t make out all the details of it, but it was beautiful, the way a predator was.
He felt his hand twitch toward it, and hoped the old man didn’t notice. “Is that..?” he trailed off for a moment, worried it would sound insulting, and then shook it off. He’d never cared before, why start now? “Does that make them?”
The sharp grin would have been enough of an answer, but when he turned and pointed it at the little one and it just sort of shriveled, he actually laughed. “Can people learn to use those things? Can I?”
The low noise of amusement from the old man made a shiver run up his spine. “You can indeed. If you’re willing to work for it. What is your name, child?”
He lifted his head, glaring. “I am. And it’s Ventus.”
A slow nod, and a gesture to follow, and the old man was turning. “Xehanort.”
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Date: 2013-02-27 07:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-27 11:09 am (UTC)with Xehanorts in them, so I'm glad it worked out! :)no subject
Date: 2013-02-28 05:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-28 06:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-28 12:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-28 03:12 pm (UTC)I am curious though, what questions?
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Date: 2013-02-28 03:25 pm (UTC)-Why is Ven a little too eager (and not scared at all) to learn about this weapon? (Why is he the only one around anyways? Where are all the grownups?)
Questions like those mostly. :P
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Date: 2013-02-28 04:34 pm (UTC)I'm thinking pre-heart-shattering Ven wasn't nearly as sweet as after the heart-transplant with Sora. :P I mean, this is the kid that had enough sheer nastiness in him to create Vanitas, and for Xehanort to have apparently believed he could summon the X-blade through sheer force of will.
For a long time, my headcanon for Ventus has been that he was an orphan, growing up on a world closer to the Dark Realm than the Light one. So he's fed up with just about everything and hitting that reckless angry teenager stage - and he reads. Like, everything he can get his hands on. (Possibly influenced by the room he has in Departure - full of books and artifacts and what looks like it might be his own art.)
So, given the chance to ditch the people he doesn't like anyway and go Learn All The Cool Stuff... >.> Poor life decisions get!
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Date: 2013-02-28 04:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-28 04:45 pm (UTC)