&vanitas; the soulmate fuck-up meme

[clownshoes]

[ Strangely enough, Sora's always anticipated the name appearing on his wrist.

He's looked forward to it since he realized that girls were something other than weirdos to be avoided if you didn't want to get cooties.

He wouldn't admit it to anyone at all ever, but he'd been holding out the hope that it would be Kairi's name that appeared on his wrist. So when it isn't, when it's Vanitas's name, he wants to stop and think it's some kind of messed up joke.

An hour of scrubbing later, he's proved wrong. It's not some sort of permanent markered-prank done by who-even-knows. It's an actual declaration of Vanitas as his soulmate.

It takes him an entire day after the name appears to finally storm up to the house next door, looking caught between anxiousness and frustration as he knocks loudly. ]

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[Vanitas hadn’t really put a lot of thought into the whole soulmate thing. He hadn’t thought a name would pop up. If a name did, it should be the same name that appears on Ventus’ arm, if not Ventus’ own name.

When it finally appeared, he wound up laughing for a good five minutes. A pillow was sent his way by Ventus, but it didn’t deter him. He couldn’t wait to see the look on Sora’s face. Too bad he had other things to do that didn’t include watching him for his reaction.

Not that this changes anything between them. He also wasn’t even sure the point of having a significant other in that way. It was a weakness. Seeing how Sora acted over Kairi was stupid and there was no way he would succumb to that. The whole soulmate thing was going to be useful to piss the other off.

He was half expecting Sora to come charging the day it appeared, but that proved to be false. It wasn’t until he was snacking on a banana the next day when someone was pounding on the door. Vanitas took his sweet time to get to the door before waiting for the knocking to begin again before swinging the door open suddenly.

There was his source of entertainment in this dull place looking agitated.]

Want something or did you just miss looking at my face?

[clownshoes]

You know why I'm here.

[ Of course, his soulmate would be the one person who could rile him up in seconds flat. Anyone would be better than Vanitas, better than the jerk who wears his face and gets his daily enjoyment out of harassing him.

Why couldn't it have been Ventus, if it had to be one of them?

Sora doesn't even bother to ask before pushing past Vanitas to enter the house, even though he simply turns to face him once he's inside. ]

Let-- let me see your wrist.

[ He knows by now it's no joke, but he can't help but hold out hope that Vanitas's own will be blank. ]

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[Oh, he knows, but he wasn't going to confirm that as of yet. After Sora helped himself in, he closed the door. Making himself comfortable against it as he took another bite of his snack.]

Aren't you supposed to treat me to dinner before asking me to show some skin?

[Vanitas doesn't make a move to show him. Unless Sora has the power of being able to see through sleeves, he might have to think of another way of asking.]

[clownshoes]

Seriously?

[ Somehow Sora manages to keep from going completely read at the implication, huffing instead.

Then he takes a deep breath and, with every fiber of his being, forces himself to let go of his pride. He holds out his wrist for Vanitas to see, the name clear and bold. The skin around it is still red from his attempts to scrub it off. ]

I'd only have this if you have one too.

Will you-- Can I just see? ...Please.

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[It was tempting to make another joke, but seeing his actual name on Sora did make him pause. He expected it to be there, but actually seeing it for himself? Seeing his own name written on Sora like that...

It appeased him. It's proof he actually owned his training dummy. Placing his snack down on a table by the door as he stepped closed to Sora.]

It won't change anything if you see mine, idiot.

[Vanitas was weighing if prolonging the confirmation would be worst for Sora, or just getting it over with.

After a moment, he'll finally yank up his sleeve to show the name on his wrist.]

[clownshoes]

[ The name of Vanitas's wrist, while expected, still causes Sora's stomach to drop. ]

You have got to be kidding. Why would-- [ He makes some vague, frustrated hand gestures. ] We're almost the same person. We have the same face. This has to be some kind of joke.

[ Clearly, Sora doesn't feel anywhere near to how Vanitas does regarding some weird sort of ownership between them. ]

I refuse to be your soulmate! Why couldn't it have been Ventus if it had to be one of you?

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[The expression on Sora's face was worth his stupid name being on his wrist.]

Weren't you the one insisting that we're nothing alike before?

[Reaching out to try to flick Sora on the forehead.]

You act like it actually changes something.

[Crossing his arms against his chest.] It doesn't.

[He already thought he owned the moron previously. Vanitas also didn't care about following what was expected of him.]

Unless you want it to change something.

[clownshoes]

That's completely different! We're not really alike, but we're alike enough that this is weird.

[ Vanitas's reaction is quickly taking over the whole soul mate thing as things that were really unnerving Sora. ]

This doesn't bother you at all? What would this even change to?

[ Because there is like one other road for that train of thought to go down and Sora is steadfastly not taking that train. ]

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If I told you to hit your head against the wall, would you do it?

[He already knows the answer to that, which is why he'll only allow a pause before answering for him.] You wouldn't. It's the same for this. You aren't going to... [He makes a face because words like like care and friendship were stupid.]...care about me just because my name is on you.

[Giving Sora a shove as he strolled back to the kitchen. Pausing to throw a smirk over his shoulder at his twin.]

You're the one making a big deal over it. You tell me what it could change. Are there actually any benefits from this?

[clownshoes]

[ He follows Vanitas after he regains his balance, because there's nothing better to do at the moment. ]

Of course not. I didn't plan on being stuck with a giant jerk for the rest of my life. But that's what changes, we're stuck with each other now.

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[He's peeking in the fridge when Sora is still complaining about it. Whirling around and stepping back into Sora's space as he grabbed his twin's wrist tightly.]

Keep up the bitching, and I'll gladly give you something real to gripe about.

[Squeezing it.]

Besides, it could have been the old coot's name on your wrist.

[clownshoes]

Vanitas. Let me go.

[ The change in attitude is instant.

He might be stuck with Vanitas for the rest of his life, but it doesn't mean he's going to let the other boy do whatever he wants. ]

It could have been, but it's not. And answering your question isn't complaining. [ Because good keybearers of light don't swear, obviously. ]