Vanitas × Noé

Madness

Vanitas watched as Noé fell to the ground, blood pouring from the new wound in his chest. His body went still, sprawled on the cold ground. Vanitas waited but Noé didn't get up. He just lay there. Vanitas couldn't tell if he was dead. He didn't plan on getting close enough to confirm.

A choked sound scraped past Vanitas's throat, getting steadily louder until he was laughing. Laughing hysterically. It made his throat ache but he couldn't stop, impossibly overwhelmed by emotion. His eyes began to prickle with tears as he bent double, holding his middle as the laughter burst out of him. He wanted to stop.

Vanitas glanced down at Noé's still form again and the cackling only increased. It hurt his ears. He fell to his knees with the force of it, convulsions wracking his body as he just. Kept. Laughing. The tears streaming down his cheeks burned hot trails across his skin, contrasting painfully with the cold night air.

Something clattered to the ground and Vanitas realised he had dropped his dagger. It lay beside him, glistening with dark red blood. Vanitas reached for it, only to see his own hand was already painted bright red. Noé's blood. He was covered in Noé's blood. Vanitas clenched his fists on the ground as another loud guffaw broke past his lips.

It wasn't supposed to end like this.

Thinking back he couldn't see how it had gone so wrong. Noé had gotten closer to him than anyone had in a long time. He'd believed in him. Trusted him. Cared about him. They'd come so far together. Now here Vanitas was, beside his broken body.

And wasn't that just hilarious?

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Yet another post 51 fic that will stop being canon compliant when 52 comes out... ah well, enjoy. It's short and sweet and I had fun writing it.