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Vanitas: A Fictional Narrative

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My father fell over; revealing my unlikely savior, Vanitas. His yellow eyes glared down at him. There was great fury in them. “Touch her again and I'll rip you to shreds!” he threatened the unconscious man. When he turned his attention towards me, his intimidating glare melted. He kept a straight, emotionless face, but his eyes held emotions that I couldn't identify. Vanitas knelt down to my level and held his hand out to me. I eyed his gloved hand uncertainly. “Are you going to take it or not?” he impatiently asked. “I'm not so sure if I want to,” I said. “Still don't trust me?” “You're going to have to do a lot more if you want to earn my trust.” “Jeez. Needy, needy.” “Wouldn't you be distrusting towards the person who hurt your friends too?” …show more content…

If I had any.” I hesitantly grabbed onto the raventte's hand and let him pull me to my feet. I gave the darkness a smug grin. “You heeded my words earlier, I presume?” I guessed. Vanitas turned his head away from me and rubbed the back of his neck. I noticed a faint blush of embarrassment appear on his cheeks. 'I made Vanitas blush? Well, that's a first.' “Pfft. N-no! I saved you out of my own free will.” he denied. “You're atrocious at lying,” I said. Vanitas's usual perverted smirk came back to his face. He took a few steps closer to me until our bodies were about a few inches away. His eyes stared intensely into mine; his golden hues burning with desire. He put one finger under my chin in a flirtatious manner. “Don't you think I deserve a kiss for my efforts?” he asked. I removed his finger from my

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