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The girl beneath him let out another blood-curdling scream.  He hadn't even plunged the knife that hard into her, but he learned quickly that she was very sensitive.  Blood gushed out of the wound and matched the color of her hair.  Her eyes look half-way fazed over from the pain, it hurt him a little, that's why he didn't like eyes, and usually gouged them out first.  But these girl's eyes were different, they were such a pretty blue, and they revealed so much about her.  There was nothing she could hide behind her eyes.
"Why?" she asked in a weak voice.  She'd asked him this question a lot, his victims usually do, and he always answered the same.
"Because I can," he grinned with an evil smile, cleaning the blood of his knife.  He realized he hadn't cut her face yet, but he decided he really didn't want to.  Her arms and legs were good enough.  Maybe he could cut her stomach to look inside her, but he'd sew her back together after.
"No," she cried desperately, "Why are you doing this to me, hurting me so much?"  Unlike a lot of his victims, she didn't look ugly when she cried, and it wasn't as annoying of a sound.
"Because I want you to feel something," he answered honestly, to his surprise.  After she was silent for a while, he made sure she was conscious then began talking again.  "I only hurt those I love."
"You don't know anything about love," she snapped much to his surprise.  This was very interesting, he was making her angry.   So he delved deeper, cutting her with words instead of a knife.
"And you do?" he was really quite curious. Did he have competition?
"Yes.  I love my friends and my family and… and my boyfriend!" she replied quickly.
"Oh, a boyfriend, so I do have competition.  I don't like competition, I guess I'll have to fix that," he said devilishly.  He felt like it was time to kill something, and he didn't want to kill the girl.  Well her name was Kairi, but names didn't matter.  His name was Vanitas, but nobody called him that.  He didn't have anybody to, and he never told his victims.
"No don't hurt him!" she yelled, her eyes looking truly terrified.
"Aww but now I'm curious," he whined in an exaggerated tone, walking back towards the metal table she was laying on, and put his knife towards her throat and whispered.  "You don't want me to lose control and accidentally kill you do you?"  Her eyes closed and she grimaced at the knife cutting slightly through the skin on her neck, making tiny drops of blood reveal themselves.
"Never," she said determined, although her voice was shaking.  Angry, he moved the knife to her arm and sliced from her shoulder down, then left.

The next day he found her sleeping on the metal table he straps her to.  Her breathing wasn't how it should be when sleeping, wasn't as steady.  He dipped his head down next to her ear, moving the hair away.  Her skin tingled at the touch, and there were goose bumps where his fingers brushed.
"Dolly wake up," he whispered.  Kairi shuddered and opened her eyes a bit.
"My name isn't dolly…" she corrected.  Vanitas put his head on her stomach and looked at her, stroking some of the cuts he put on her arm.
"Oh do you not like that name.  I could change it very easily.  Do you like lovely?" he asked, slightly mocking her.  Her expression sharpened quickly and she didn't look particularly happy.
"I'm certainly not lovely because of you," she snapped, and Vanitas brushed her words to the side, but she continued talking.  "Why don't you tell me your name because I haven't had the pleasure yet."  This caused Vanitas to stand up again and he turned away from her.
"I don't think my name matters much," he tried saying as calmly as possible.  She was the first one to ask for his name, "Why don't you tell me about that boyfriend of yours?"
"No," she answered stubbornly.  He sighed and went to get his knife, or maybe one of his other devices.  No he didn't know what else to do to her, he liked carving her better.  People's skin looked like an empty canvases, waiting for their true colors to be revealed. "You can't keep me here forever you know.  You'll have to kill me eventually."
"Not if you comply to what I ask."  He replied casually, studying the cuts on her leg.  There was a set of marks that if he connected them together, it would look like a flower.
"Oh and what exactly do you want?" she was bracing herself for the cut because his knife was so close to her leg.
"I want you to feel for me, the way I feel for you." He said softly. "I want you to love me."  Then he carved the flower onto her skin.  She didn't scream this time because he was going lightly, but she did sob.
"Well… you know… what I… do feel… for you… I hate you," and he cut into her harder than he ever had before.

Vanitas walked by the local school trying to find more information on Kairi.  It was after school and some kids were hanging out outside.  He walked around unnoticed because he was around their age.  But he was so different from them.  They had lives, and identities.  They had families, they were normal.  He had nothing, and he killed people, very different.
He stopped when he heard Kairi's name being whispered.
"Yeah it's so sad that she just disappeared.  I really wonder what happened," a girl with brown hair whined.
"Yeah, Sora's devastated, and Riku's looking everywhere for her… I hope they find her…" a blonde boy said next to her.  He found out all the information he needed.  All he had to do is find out who these people were.
It was already dark by the time he got into the main part of town.  There were bad people down here, he knew because he was one of them.  This was where he found Kairi. This was probably where the people would be looking.  He had already seen some missing signs.  They were crudely made and seemed as if it was a missing pet instead of a missing person.  There was no point messing with the posters, no one would find Kairi.
Suddenly, someone ran into him.  The man was taller than him with red hair.
"Look where you're going," the man replied and kept walking.  Normally, Vanitas would've been a little mad but shrugged it off.  But he was already tipping over the edge, and hadn't killed in a while.  In the blink of an eye he grabbed a piece of cloth and tied it around the man's mouth then stabbed him in his heart.  He could feel the pain in the man as he tried to struggle.  Slowly, Vanitas pulled the knife up, tearing through the skin.  Then he pulled it out as quick as he could, and the man made a final jerk, and died.
Killing somebody was the interesting part, getting rid of the body wasn't so fun.  At least it was dark outside.  He was also near a park where he could deposit it.  There would be no evidence, he was wearing gloves and the knife was common.  Actually, he got the knife when he was first found by someone.  It was an old man, whose name he didn't even remember.  He was born in the streets, living off money he found and other horrible means.  When he was around six, someone took him in and gave him some food.  The man also gave him a knife for protection, he didn't know what the knife did, so he tested it on the man.  That man was the first person he killed.  Because he was born in the streets, and received an abandoned house, he was never found, and it was very unlikely he would ever be found, but there was always a small chance.  Luckily the park was empty and he deposited it, burying it in the ground, and walked home.  Tired, he went straight to bed, Kairi could wait.

When he walked into the cellar her heard a sigh.   A smirk came to his face.  Was Kairi happy to see him?  He walked down the stairs and turned to see her turned on the table, not looking at him.  This dampered his spirits a bit, but he still wanted to have some fun.  Before he moved his mouth to talk though, Kairi did.
"I thought you left me to die..." Without looking at her eyes, he couldn't tell whether she was sad or happy as she said this.
"I would never do that," he said as gentle as he could, stroking her hair.  She flinched away and Vanitas drew his hand back slowly, and laid it at his side.  "You're probably hungry-" he began.
"I'm starving, but I don't want food from you," she snapped, glaring at him.  A chuckle arose from his chest, one he couldn't suppress.  He must've really pissed her off.
"Aww did you miss me while I was gone," he teased.  Her eyes softened when he said this, and she looked away.
"No of course not," she mumbled, unsure of her words.  Vanitas had to struggle to keep his jaw from dropping.  Out of pure insanity or happiness, he laughed.   When he spoke again, his voice was higher in pitch.
"You're lying!  You did miss me!" His eyes were probably huge right now, and he was pointing his finger at her like a child would.
"Am not," She pursed her lips, her voice still wavering a bit.  Vanitas walked over to her, a huge smile still on his face, and held her chin up.
"Honey you have got to become a better liar," then he moved towards the chains that strapped her hands to the table.  He lengthened the chain with a certain device, so she could move around more.  Of course she wasn't aware of what he was doing and just stared at his hands.  After that he undid the chains on her feet.  "Careful not to move so much, you might re open some of your scratches."  Kairi nodded and let Vanitas grab her back and hand, and lift her up so she could sit.
"Thank you," she mumbled.
"Well you've been good and deserved it."
"I'd rather get out of here…" she said, trying to crack her back, which was probably aching.
"Speaking of re-opening your cuts, I haven't cleaned them in a while" he said, changing the subject and Kairi groaned.
"Cleaning them is worse than the cuts themselves, please don't."
"But we don't want them getting infected, you could die."
"Very funny, you're most likely to kill me before a stupid infection is."
"I'd care to disagree."
"Whatever," she grumbled, ending the conversation.  With that, Vanitas walked across the room towards his supplies and grabbed the alcohol and cotton swabs.
"Are there any cuts that hurt?" he asked, soaking a cotton swab.
"How about all of them?" she replied, stretching her arms and feet.
"I mean more than the others," he clarified, studying the rather nasty cut he inflicted the other day, and then rubbing it with the alcohol.  Kairi sucked in her breath, making a hissing noise.  For the rest of the time he was cleaning, she was silent, other than the occasional gasp.  Once he was done he stared at her again.  She seemed lost in thought, and while cleaning her, he saw her constantly looking away from him when he looked up.  He picked up his stuff and walked out of his room.
  That night he decided to be somewhat nice to her, and he got her some warm soup, and a pillow and blanket.  He walked back down to the cellar and gave her the stuff.  She actually smiled and thanked him.  Then he nodded, walking out, feeling surprisingly numb.

When he woke up that morning he didn't know if he wanted to run down to the cellar to see Kairi, or to just stay on his soft warm bed.  The first option didn't seem very likely, since he was only in his underwear.  As for the second option, it seemed like a pretty nice idea, although he didn't think he could do that.  For some reason, since he saw her that day, Vanitas had been drawn to her like a magnet, and even when she made him angry, ignored him, hated him, he couldn't stay away.  She was going to be his best masterpiece, and he'd make her bend to his will.
After forcing himself to get out of bed, he grabbed a donut and changed.  He was about to walk down to the cellar when he ran back to get a pink donut for Kairi.  When he walked down there, she was sitting on the metal table, head in hands, staring at the wall.  Like staring at a wall will make a door magically appear.
"So who's Riku?" he blurted out, he was planning to wait until later, but he forgot yesterday and it was bothering him not to know.  Plus, Riku was the one looking for her, so he's probably her boyfriend.  When he looked at her, he saw her body tense up, so maybe he was right.  She turned around quickly, wide eyed, and she looked ready to pounce, if not for the chains on her hands.
"What'd you do with him?" her voice was shaky, and the underlying threat he could tell that was supposed to be there lost its venom.
"Nothing yet, is he your boyfriend?" the expression on her face told him that Riku wasn't her boyfriend, although that might've made things simpler.  She shook her head, and seemed confused.
"No, no he's not so just leave him alone okay?" she spoke slowly, obviously relieved, and she looked away.
"What about Sora?" he asked, and heard a gulp as a surprise.
"No," she replied in a monotone voice.  This interested him.
"Are you lying to me?"  He asked taking out his knife, "Because I don't like it when people lie to me."
"I'm not lying now, but I did earlier. I don't have a boyfriend," she admitted, crying out as the knife cut her back.
"But this Sora person seems important to you…" he took the knife of her skin and she tried to turn around and grab the knife out of his hand, but hurt herself more and ended up lying down on the cold metal table.  Her hand was covered in the blood from her back, he didn't like her covered in blood, so he handed her a napkin.  Then she threw the napkin at him.
"Don't you dare do anything. He's one of my best friends, like Riku.  Just leave them alone." She threatened in a darker voice than he's ever heard before.  Maybe he was rubbing off on her.
"You seemed much more concerned when I said Sora's name.  Do you care about him instead of me?" He asked as he stroked Kairi's face. "You're supposed to love me?"
"How could I love you?" she asked honestly, an almost sympathetic look in her eyes.
"I don't know… I'd think it'd be easy.  You're so easy to love," he admitted, walking out of the cellar that felt even colder than usual.
He was actually surprised he managed to stay calm.   The urge to just kill her now and get it all over with was so strong, but he couldn't.  How could he?  What did she see when she looked at him?  A monster?  It was hard to see inside her head, to find out the way she thought.  Maybe things were better that way, but it didn't make things any easier.  Even if he couldn't kill her though, there must be something he could do.  There was no way he would just let her hate him, he'd make her love him, no matter what he had to do.
Even though it was pretty warm outside, he still wore a jacket.  The jacket seemed comforting, like it offered some kind of imaginary protection.  He wondered what this Sora person looked like.  In the middle of his thoughts, he saw the group of kids he saw talking about earlier.  It felt as if something were burning inside him, he was furious, mainly at Kairi.  What he really needed were answers.  So he stomped up to them, even though he was trying to look casual, and went to ask them a question.
"Do you know where Sora is?" he asked simply.  The whole group kind of stared wide eyed at him, but the tallest one spoke first.
"They went that way, mon" And he pointed his finger towards the beach.  Vanitas nodded and started walking, he heard them whisper as they walked away.  But he didn't care, he didn't really give a care in the world right now.  All he had to do was find him, but he wasn't exactly sure what he'd do when he did.
Slowly two boys came into view as he walked towards them.  They were playing with fake swords, how hilarious.  They had to be at least his age.  Maybe if one of them was Sora, he could teach him how real swords felt.  One of them was tall, muscular, and had long silver hair.  If this was Sora, he could see why Kairi would prefer him, but that wasn't really an excuse.  The other boy was scrawny, and about his height with a similar hairstyle, except the boy's hair was brown.
When he was close enough, he pulled out his knife, making as much noise as possible.  They both turned around, they had good reflexes, which was great.
"So which one of you is Sora?" he asked, staring at them.  Before he could see if there was recognition of the name in any of their eyes, the taller one spoke up.
"I'm Sora.  What do you want?" the shorter one then looked up at him bewildered.  Maybe he was shocked that Sora admitted it.
"Come with me." Vanitas commanded.  The one who said he was Sora looked at him oddly, but started walking, idiot.  He was at least hoping for some kind of fight.
"Y-You took Kairi didn't you!" the smaller one accused.  Vanitas smirked and turned to look at him.
"You won't tell anyone right?" he said as he took out his knife, now he'd get his fight.  Unfortunately, the larger one stopped him.
"Just leave him alone okay.  If you don't leave him alone I won't go with you," he threatened.  Vanitas just continued walking.  He heard them kind of arguing in a whispered tone behind him.  Then he heard footsteps behind him.  Turning around he saw it was Sora, and the other boy just glared from way behind them.  After that he walked to his house, and opened the door.
"Be quiet okay?" Vanitas whispered, he didn't want Kairi to hear them.
"Where's Kairi?" he asked in a normal voice, and he started walking freely around the house, looking at everything.  Down in the cellar, he could almost imagine Kairi's ears perking.  The cellar may be soundproof, but he left the door open.  Why did he choose today to be an idiot?
"I said shut up.  If you don't you might not ever get to see her, and I'll have to go get your little friend instead." He threatened, this wasn't working out how he planned it at all.
"Riku?" the high voice was barely audible, but both the boys heard it, especially when the shout got louder. "Riku! Riku run!"  Vanitas looked at the boy next to him and scowled, he lied to him.  He sliced his knife and went to stab Riku, but he moved out of the way with surprising skill.  Vanitas then jumped up and raised his knife to stab down.  Riku shot out of the way, running into a small table.  The knife slashed right in front of his face as Vanitas swiftly turned around.  Trying to move quickly, Riku grabbed the table and pushed it in front of Vanitas.  Then he rolled over and started bolting towards the door to the cellar.  Vanitas then moved his way out of the table, and followed Riku.
Just when he thought things couldn't get worse, he heard the front door open in the back ground.  Great, the little friend followed, the one who was probably Sora.  He'd take care of him later, for now he needed to get Riku.  He ran down the steps and saw Riku looking for the key to the chains.
"Riku look out!" Kairi warned, and Riku ducked before Vanitas got him.  Behind him he heard somebody else running down the stairs.  Riku went to go get one of the weapons from where Vanitas stored them.  Vanitas waited until he heard Sora behind him, and without any warning, he stabbed him, and he heard Kairi scream louder than ever before.   Sora's eyes had gone wide and his mouth hung open.  Vanitas then waited a few seconds and pulled the knife out.  Time seemed to freeze for a second as the boy breathed his last breaths and fell to the floor.  Everyone just stopped what they were doing, and all of a sudden, things went faster than ever.  Riku grabbed one of his swords and tossed the key to Kairi, who caught it and immediately started undoing the lock.  Vanitas dropped his little knife and grabbed the sword that was hanging on the wall next to him and blocked his attack.  Unfortunately he didn't have the element of surprise, which would make things more difficult.  In his peripheral vision he watched Kairi, and he waited for the right moment.
"I got it!" She yelled as she broke free, Riku's focus drifted for a moment, and he lunged, barely slicing his throat.  Riku grabbed his throat and fell on the ground, blood gushed out of the wound and he struggled and kicked, trying to stop it.  Vanitas stood over him smirking, he won, and he deserved to have a moment to celebrate.  He didn't get that moment, because something sliced his arm, causing him to fall to the ground.
Kairi then grabbed his hair and shoved his head against the wall.  She must've grabbed his knife that he left on the floor. He was mainly shocked, so he grabbed his arm and stared up at her.  All she was doing was leaning over him, and she looked pissed, and upset.  Her eyes were swollen, and there were still tears in her eyes.
"That was for torturing me," she said through gripped teeth.  Then she raised the knife again and sliced below that cut. "That's for all the other people you tortured."  She cut way too deep, it was very unprofessional.  It was just as if she was trying to cut through him, not make a picture.  "And this is for killing my friends, and all those other innocent people!" she yelled and went to stab him straight through the heart.  But she stopped right before it went through.
"You can't kill me," Vanitas said smirking.  He knew it from the beginning, and was actually pretty shocked she even hurt him.  Her eyes were watering still, there was blood on her face and her hair was everywhere.  She looked insane, and confused.  In a way he felt bad for her.  Finally she dropped the knife and she started crying in his chest.  He did his best to comfort her, petting her hair and shushing her.  Then he carried her onto the metal bed and strapped her in.  She curled up and he put the blanket over her, then he kissed her on the head.
"I love you," he whispered in her ear.  She sobbed some more before she could speak again.
"I… hate… you," she spoke between sobs.  This time it didn't really bother Vanitas.  Maybe it was just too much to expect her to love him.  At least she felt something.

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The girl beneath him let out another blood-curdling scream.  He hadn't even plunged the knife that hard into her, but he learned quickly that she was very sensitive.  Blood gushed out of the wound and matched the color of her hair.  Her eyes look half-way fazed over from the pain, it hurt him a little, that's why he didn't like eyes, and usually gouged them out first.  But these girl's eyes were different, they were such a pretty blue, and they revealed so much about her.  There was nothing she could hide behind her eyes.
"Why?" she asked in a weak voice.  She'd asked him this question a lot, his victims usually do, and he always answered the same.
"Because I can," he grinned with an evil smile, cleaning the blood of his knife.  He realized he hadn't cut her face yet, but he decided he really didn't want to.  Her arms and legs were good enough.  Maybe he could cut her stomach to look inside her, but he'd sew her back together after.
"No," she cried desperately, "Why are you doing this to me, hurting me so much?"  Unlike a lot of his victims, she didn't look ugly when she cried, and it wasn't as annoying of a sound.
"Because I want you to feel something," he answered honestly, to his surprise.  After she was silent for a while, he made sure she was conscious then began talking again.  "I only hurt those I love."
"You don't know anything about love," she snapped much to his surprise.  This was very interesting, he was making her angry.   So he delved deeper, cutting her with words instead of a knife.
"And you do?" he was really quite curious. Did he have competition?
"Yes.  I love my friends and my family and… and my boyfriend!" she replied quickly.
"Oh, a boyfriend, so I do have competition.  I don't like competition, I guess I'll have to fix that," he said devilishly.  He felt like it was time to kill something, and he didn't want to kill the girl.  Well her name was Kairi, but names didn't matter.  His name was Vanitas, but nobody called him that.  He didn't have anybody to, and he never told his victims.
"No don't hurt him!" she yelled, her eyes looking truly terrified.
"Aww but now I'm curious," he whined in an exaggerated tone, walking back towards the metal table she was laying on, and put his knife towards her throat and whispered.  "You don't want me to lose control and accidentally kill you do you?"  Her eyes closed and she grimaced at the knife cutting slightly through the skin on her neck, making tiny drops of blood reveal themselves.
"Never," she said determined, although her voice was shaking.  Angry, he moved the knife to her arm and sliced from her shoulder down, then left.

The next day he found her sleeping on the metal table he straps her to.  Her breathing wasn't how it should be when sleeping, wasn't as steady.  He dipped his head down next to her ear, moving the hair away.  Her skin tingled at the touch, and there were goose bumps where his fingers brushed.
"Dolly wake up," he whispered.  Kairi shuddered and opened her eyes a bit.
"My name isn't dolly…" she corrected.  Vanitas put his head on her stomach and looked at her, stroking some of the cuts he put on her arm.
"Oh do you not like that name.  I could change it very easily.  Do you like lovely?" he asked, slightly mocking her.  Her expression sharpened quickly and she didn't look particularly happy.
"I'm certainly not lovely because of you," she snapped, and Vanitas brushed her words to the side, but she continued talking.  "Why don't you tell me your name because I haven't had the pleasure yet."  This caused Vanitas to stand up again and he turned away from her.
"I don't think my name matters much," he tried saying as calmly as possible.  She was the first one to ask for his name, "Why don't you tell me about that boyfriend of yours?"
"No," she answered stubbornly.  He sighed and went to get his knife, or maybe one of his other devices.  No he didn't know what else to do to her, he liked carving her better.  People's skin looked like an empty canvases, waiting for their true colors to be revealed. "You can't keep me here forever you know.  You'll have to kill me eventually."
"Not if you comply to what I ask."  He replied casually, studying the cuts on her leg.  There was a set of marks that if he connected them together, it would look like a flower.
"Oh and what exactly do you want?" she was bracing herself for the cut because his knife was so close to her leg.
"I want you to feel for me, the way I feel for you." He said softly. "I want you to love me."  Then he carved the flower onto her skin.  She didn't scream this time because he was going lightly, but she did sob.
"Well… you know… what I… do feel… for you… I hate you," and he cut into her harder than he ever had before.

Vanitas walked by the local school trying to find more information on Kairi.  It was after school and some kids were hanging out outside.  He walked around unnoticed because he was around their age.  But he was so different from them.  They had lives, and identities.  They had families, they were normal.  He had nothing, and he killed people, very different.
He stopped when he heard Kairi's name being whispered.
"Yeah it's so sad that she just disappeared.  I really wonder what happened," a girl with brown hair whined.
"Yeah, Sora's devastated, and Riku's looking everywhere for her… I hope they find her…" a blonde boy said next to her.  He found out all the information he needed.  All he had to do is find out who these people were.
It was already dark by the time he got into the main part of town.  There were bad people down here, he knew because he was one of them.  This was where he found Kairi. This was probably where the people would be looking.  He had already seen some missing signs.  They were crudely made and seemed as if it was a missing pet instead of a missing person.  There was no point messing with the posters, no one would find Kairi.
Suddenly, someone ran into him.  The man was taller than him with red hair.
"Look where you're going," the man replied and kept walking.  Normally, Vanitas would've been a little mad but shrugged it off.  But he was already tipping over the edge, and hadn't killed in a while.  In the blink of an eye he grabbed a piece of cloth and tied it around the man's mouth then stabbed him in his heart.  He could feel the pain in the man as he tried to struggle.  Slowly, Vanitas pulled the knife up, tearing through the skin.  Then he pulled it out as quick as he could, and the man made a final jerk, and died.
Killing somebody was the interesting part, getting rid of the body wasn't so fun.  At least it was dark outside.  He was also near a park where he could deposit it.  There would be no evidence, he was wearing gloves and the knife was common.  Actually, he got the knife when he was first found by someone.  It was an old man, whose name he didn't even remember.  He was born in the streets, living off money he found and other horrible means.  When he was around six, someone took him in and gave him some food.  The man also gave him a knife for protection, he didn't know what the knife did, so he tested it on the man.  That man was the first person he killed.  Because he was born in the streets, and received an abandoned house, he was never found, and it was very unlikely he would ever be found, but there was always a small chance.  Luckily the park was empty and he deposited it, burying it in the ground, and walked home.  Tired, he went straight to bed, Kairi could wait.

When he walked into the cellar her heard a sigh.   A smirk came to his face.  Was Kairi happy to see him?  He walked down the stairs and turned to see her turned on the table, not looking at him.  This dampered his spirits a bit, but he still wanted to have some fun.  Before he moved his mouth to talk though, Kairi did.
"I thought you left me to die..." Without looking at her eyes, he couldn't tell whether she was sad or happy as she said this.
"I would never do that," he said as gentle as he could, stroking her hair.  She flinched away and Vanitas drew his hand back slowly, and laid it at his side.  "You're probably hungry-" he began.
"I'm starving, but I don't want food from you," she snapped, glaring at him.  A chuckle arose from his chest, one he couldn't suppress.  He must've really pissed her off.
"Aww did you miss me while I was gone," he teased.  Her eyes softened when he said this, and she looked away.
"No of course not," she mumbled, unsure of her words.  Vanitas had to struggle to keep his jaw from dropping.  Out of pure insanity or happiness, he laughed.   When he spoke again, his voice was higher in pitch.
"You're lying!  You did miss me!" His eyes were probably huge right now, and he was pointing his finger at her like a child would.
"Am not," She pursed her lips, her voice still wavering a bit.  Vanitas walked over to her, a huge smile still on his face, and held her chin up.
"Honey you have got to become a better liar," then he moved towards the chains that strapped her hands to the table.  He lengthened the chain with a certain device, so she could move around more.  Of course she wasn't aware of what he was doing and just stared at his hands.  After that he undid the chains on her feet.  "Careful not to move so much, you might re open some of your scratches."  Kairi nodded and let Vanitas grab her back and hand, and lift her up so she could sit.
"Thank you," she mumbled.
"Well you've been good and deserved it."
"I'd rather get out of here…" she said, trying to crack her back, which was probably aching.
"Speaking of re-opening your cuts, I haven't cleaned them in a while" he said, changing the subject and Kairi groaned.
"Cleaning them is worse than the cuts themselves, please don't."
"But we don't want them getting infected, you could die."
"Very funny, you're most likely to kill me before a stupid infection is."
"I'd care to disagree."
"Whatever," she grumbled, ending the conversation.  With that, Vanitas walked across the room towards his supplies and grabbed the alcohol and cotton swabs.
"Are there any cuts that hurt?" he asked, soaking a cotton swab.
"How about all of them?" she replied, stretching her arms and feet.
"I mean more than the others," he clarified, studying the rather nasty cut he inflicted the other day, and then rubbing it with the alcohol.  Kairi sucked in her breath, making a hissing noise.  For the rest of the time he was cleaning, she was silent, other than the occasional gasp.  Once he was done he stared at her again.  She seemed lost in thought, and while cleaning her, he saw her constantly looking away from him when he looked up.  He picked up his stuff and walked out of his room.
  That night he decided to be somewhat nice to her, and he got her some warm soup, and a pillow and blanket.  He walked back down to the cellar and gave her the stuff.  She actually smiled and thanked him.  Then he nodded, walking out, feeling surprisingly numb.

When he woke up that morning he didn't know if he wanted to run down to the cellar to see Kairi, or to just stay on his soft warm bed.  The first option didn't seem very likely, since he was only in his underwear.  As for the second option, it seemed like a pretty nice idea, although he didn't think he could do that.  For some reason, since he saw her that day, Vanitas had been drawn to her like a magnet, and even when she made him angry, ignored him, hated him, he couldn't stay away.  She was going to be his best masterpiece, and he'd make her bend to his will.
After forcing himself to get out of bed, he grabbed a donut and changed.  He was about to walk down to the cellar when he ran back to get a pink donut for Kairi.  When he walked down there, she was sitting on the metal table, head in hands, staring at the wall.  Like staring at a wall will make a door magically appear.
"So who's Riku?" he blurted out, he was planning to wait until later, but he forgot yesterday and it was bothering him not to know.  Plus, Riku was the one looking for her, so he's probably her boyfriend.  When he looked at her, he saw her body tense up, so maybe he was right.  She turned around quickly, wide eyed, and she looked ready to pounce, if not for the chains on her hands.
"What'd you do with him?" her voice was shaky, and the underlying threat he could tell that was supposed to be there lost its venom.
"Nothing yet, is he your boyfriend?" the expression on her face told him that Riku wasn't her boyfriend, although that might've made things simpler.  She shook her head, and seemed confused.
"No, no he's not so just leave him alone okay?" she spoke slowly, obviously relieved, and she looked away.
"What about Sora?" he asked, and heard a gulp as a surprise.
"No," she replied in a monotone voice.  This interested him.
"Are you lying to me?"  He asked taking out his knife, "Because I don't like it when people lie to me."
"I'm not lying now, but I did earlier. I don't have a boyfriend," she admitted, crying out as the knife cut her back.
"But this Sora person seems important to you…" he took the knife of her skin and she tried to turn around and grab the knife out of his hand, but hurt herself more and ended up lying down on the cold metal table.  Her hand was covered in the blood from her back, he didn't like her covered in blood, so he handed her a napkin.  Then she threw the napkin at him.
"Don't you dare do anything. He's one of my best friends, like Riku.  Just leave them alone." She threatened in a darker voice than he's ever heard before.  Maybe he was rubbing off on her.
"You seemed much more concerned when I said Sora's name.  Do you care about him instead of me?" He asked as he stroked Kairi's face. "You're supposed to love me?"
"How could I love you?" she asked honestly, an almost sympathetic look in her eyes.
"I don't know… I'd think it'd be easy.  You're so easy to love," he admitted, walking out of the cellar that felt even colder than usual.
He was actually surprised he managed to stay calm.   The urge to just kill her now and get it all over with was so strong, but he couldn't.  How could he?  What did she see when she looked at him?  A monster?  It was hard to see inside her head, to find out the way she thought.  Maybe things were better that way, but it didn't make things any easier.  Even if he couldn't kill her though, there must be something he could do.  There was no way he would just let her hate him, he'd make her love him, no matter what he had to do.
Even though it was pretty warm outside, he still wore a jacket.  The jacket seemed comforting, like it offered some kind of imaginary protection.  He wondered what this Sora person looked like.  In the middle of his thoughts, he saw the group of kids he saw talking about earlier.  It felt as if something were burning inside him, he was furious, mainly at Kairi.  What he really needed were answers.  So he stomped up to them, even though he was trying to look casual, and went to ask them a question.
"Do you know where Sora is?" he asked simply.  The whole group kind of stared wide eyed at him, but the tallest one spoke first.
"They went that way, mon" And he pointed his finger towards the beach.  Vanitas nodded and started walking, he heard them whisper as they walked away.  But he didn't care, he didn't really give a care in the world right now.  All he had to do was find him, but he wasn't exactly sure what he'd do when he did.
Slowly two boys came into view as he walked towards them.  They were playing with fake swords, how hilarious.  They had to be at least his age.  Maybe if one of them was Sora, he could teach him how real swords felt.  One of them was tall, muscular, and had long silver hair.  If this was Sora, he could see why Kairi would prefer him, but that wasn't really an excuse.  The other boy was scrawny, and about his height with a similar hairstyle, except the boy's hair was brown.
When he was close enough, he pulled out his knife, making as much noise as possible.  They both turned around, they had good reflexes, which was great.
"So which one of you is Sora?" he asked, staring at them.  Before he could see if there was recognition of the name in any of their eyes, the taller one spoke up.
"I'm Sora.  What do you want?" the shorter one then looked up at him bewildered.  Maybe he was shocked that Sora admitted it.
"Come with me." Vanitas commanded.  The one who said he was Sora looked at him oddly, but started walking, idiot.  He was at least hoping for some kind of fight.
"Y-You took Kairi didn't you!" the smaller one accused.  Vanitas smirked and turned to look at him.
"You won't tell anyone right?" he said as he took out his knife, now he'd get his fight.  Unfortunately, the larger one stopped him.
"Just leave him alone okay.  If you don't leave him alone I won't go with you," he threatened.  Vanitas just continued walking.  He heard them kind of arguing in a whispered tone behind him.  Then he heard footsteps behind him.  Turning around he saw it was Sora, and the other boy just glared from way behind them.  After that he walked to his house, and opened the door.
"Be quiet okay?" Vanitas whispered, he didn't want Kairi to hear them.
"Where's Kairi?" he asked in a normal voice, and he started walking freely around the house, looking at everything.  Down in the cellar, he could almost imagine Kairi's ears perking.  The cellar may be soundproof, but he left the door open.  Why did he choose today to be an idiot?
"I said shut up.  If you don't you might not ever get to see her, and I'll have to go get your little friend instead." He threatened, this wasn't working out how he planned it at all.
"Riku?" the high voice was barely audible, but both the boys heard it, especially when the shout got louder. "Riku! Riku run!"  Vanitas looked at the boy next to him and scowled, he lied to him.  He sliced his knife and went to stab Riku, but he moved out of the way with surprising skill.  Vanitas then jumped up and raised his knife to stab down.  Riku shot out of the way, running into a small table.  The knife slashed right in front of his face as Vanitas swiftly turned around.  Trying to move quickly, Riku grabbed the table and pushed it in front of Vanitas.  Then he rolled over and started bolting towards the door to the cellar.  Vanitas then moved his way out of the table, and followed Riku.
Just when he thought things couldn't get worse, he heard the front door open in the back ground.  Great, the little friend followed, the one who was probably Sora.  He'd take care of him later, for now he needed to get Riku.  He ran down the steps and saw Riku looking for the key to the chains.
"Riku look out!" Kairi warned, and Riku ducked before Vanitas got him.  Behind him he heard somebody else running down the stairs.  Riku went to go get one of the weapons from where Vanitas stored them.  Vanitas waited until he heard Sora behind him, and without any warning, he stabbed him, and he heard Kairi scream louder than ever before.   Sora's eyes had gone wide and his mouth hung open.  Vanitas then waited a few seconds and pulled the knife out.  Time seemed to freeze for a second as the boy breathed his last breaths and fell to the floor.  Everyone just stopped what they were doing, and all of a sudden, things went faster than ever.  Riku grabbed one of his swords and tossed the key to Kairi, who caught it and immediately started undoing the lock.  Vanitas dropped his little knife and grabbed the sword that was hanging on the wall next to him and blocked his attack.  Unfortunately he didn't have the element of surprise, which would make things more difficult.  In his peripheral vision he watched Kairi, and he waited for the right moment.
"I got it!" She yelled as she broke free, Riku's focus drifted for a moment, and he lunged, barely slicing his throat.  Riku grabbed his throat and fell on the ground, blood gushed out of the wound and he struggled and kicked, trying to stop it.  Vanitas stood over him smirking, he won, and he deserved to have a moment to celebrate.  He didn't get that moment, because something sliced his arm, causing him to fall to the ground.
Kairi then grabbed his hair and shoved his head against the wall.  She must've grabbed his knife that he left on the floor. He was mainly shocked, so he grabbed his arm and stared up at her.  All she was doing was leaning over him, and she looked pissed, and upset.  Her eyes were swollen, and there were still tears in her eyes.
"That was for torturing me," she said through gripped teeth.  Then she raised the knife again and sliced below that cut. "That's for all the other people you tortured."  She cut way too deep, it was very unprofessional.  It was just as if she was trying to cut through him, not make a picture.  "And this is for killing my friends, and all those other innocent people!" she yelled and went to stab him straight through the heart.  But she stopped right before it went through.
"You can't kill me," Vanitas said smirking.  He knew it from the beginning, and was actually pretty shocked she even hurt him.  Her eyes were watering still, there was blood on her face and her hair was everywhere.  She looked insane, and confused.  In a way he felt bad for her.  Finally she dropped the knife and she started crying in his chest.  He did his best to comfort her, petting her hair and shushing her.  Then he carried her onto the metal bed and strapped her in.  She curled up and he put the blanket over her, then he kissed her on the head.
"I love you," he whispered in her ear.  She sobbed some more before she could speak again.
"I… hate… you," she spoke between sobs.  This time it didn't really bother Vanitas.  Maybe it was just too much to expect her to love him.  At least she felt something.