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Lesserdragon 's post before it; ( 70 Lines )

evilangel990: Vincent, unlike Xemnas, was a little more social when it came to the other teachers, and even the students. He kept on a good basis with the other professors, even if he would never actually consider any of them friends. Well, except for Professor Yaxley. He downright just did not like that woman at all. But other than her, he was amiable with the others, offering help or advice when it was needed or asked of him, but never going much closer than that. He never considered many people 'friends' even now. He was just never able to trust anyone, not since he was a child, even after he had transferred to Hogwarts. For years, he struggles much the same as Xemnas struggled. And he was right. "Once you hear yourself being called a monster long enough, you believe it." He nodded. It was the same with him. And that sort of mental damage is hard to heal, and in a way, it never does, not fully. It had stuck with Vincent, made him unlike any other person he new, and therefore unrelatable. It made it very difficult to connect to anyone, and therefore very difficult to trust anyone. Especially when so many frowned upon the dark arts, upon his family history and what turned him into what he was. He never thought he would find someone so similar to himself in Xemnas of all people. Vincent knew he had judged the man in ways like any other person who knew of his lineage, and he also knew that of all people, he did not have the right to do so. It made him feel rather guilty, listening to him now, remembering the things he had thought of a man who he knew only by reputation, and not the man himself. He should have known better; he despised that behavior in others due to his own condition. Even though he had never voiced such things, he still felt accountable, just for thinking it. And Xemnas had another point, another reason why Vincent felt petty in his own self-wallowing. His skin and hair didn't betray his family lineage. It only showed in his eyes what had happened to him, and to any who are unfortunate enough to catch him on a day when he couldn't control his curse. The poor bastard across from him couldn't hide as easily. Was he really feeling sorry for this man? Or was he just seeing himself? Perhaps it was both, he wasn't sure. He didn't even comprehend that they were having this conversation, he'd told more to a man he'd avoided like the plague for years, than he had to anyone he had managed to feel close to. But then again, there might have been reasoning behind it. If he confided in one of the few he considered friends, if they became scared, their loss would be monumental to the Transfiguration teacher. He was too concerned with what they thought of him, something he didn't say for most people. But Xemnas… If that man decided he hated him, what would really change in their relationship? There was nothing truly to be lost if they became disgusted with each other. A level of safety, perhaps. Xemnas might have felt the same. He didn't exactly seem like the kind of person who talked about his past and problems readily to anyone who asked. And in this case, Vincent did not. However, Vincent also knew that Xemnas had been aware of his curse, it was rather hard to hide from someone like him. It had bothered him in the beginning, as it should have, wondering it, like some others, it would be used as blackmail, spread around the school, incited panic to the parents, the students and even the other school staff. None of this happened, and Vincent slowly let go of the ideas. Maybe another teacher would have. Maybe Xemnas had actually understood, and Vincent was now just seeing it. It made him realize he wasn't as adept to these things as he had apparently thought he was… and it was a lesson he was glad to have learned, if from someone he had never expected. He sighed, setting his teacup down, only half drained of its contents. He'd suddenly lost his appetite once again. A house elf quietly approached him, grabbed his plate and cup and went off to wash them. Vincent hardly noticed they were gone. He also knew Xemnas had had some trouble in the past with the school and some of the parents, but he had never looked into it, figured something happened in class, and some overprotective parents were making a mountain out of a mole hill. Parents were exceptionally good at doing that, especially the richer ones. It reminded him of his own family, and he never much liked to deal with them. Just smile and nod, and then get on with your day. Vincent decided he didn't like having so much in common with Xemnas. He didn't like that he could relate to the man, or could feel exactly what he was feeling. And somewhere in a more twisted part of him, he was glad of it. Glad that he wasn't the only one that had to face something like this. It's because you're a monster. Just like him. Monsters always find other monsters. Vincent's lips twitched in anger, slightly, but he made no other movement. He recognized and hated that voice the most, the prominent of the four curses his father had 'given' him. He called himself Chaos, and lived up to the name. he loved taunting Vincent when he knew he was at his weakest, when it would affect him the most. 'Shut up. You have no right to say anything to me.' He snapped back mentally. He could feel Chaos grin. But I am you. I know everything about you. Same thing, over and over again. Vincent forced the creature from his mind, and Chaos, for the time being, obliged. Only then did he turn back, listening to what Xemnas was saying. When had he started speaking again? His words were extremely depressed… like something he had thought before numerous times, but had never had anyone to say them to, never had the confidence. Vincent bit his bottom lip, almost enough to draw blood. He had never seen the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher look so… pathetic before. He would have thought it impossible for it to take shape on his face if he hadn't been seeng right now before his own discolored eyes. In one swift, silent movement, he crossed the few steps that were between them before Xemnas would have a chance to realize he had moved. Even he had really no idea what he was doing, it was purely an impulse, purely instinctive. Before he had time to recover himself, act as if he were doing nothing more than exiting the kitchens, he had his arms around Xemnas. He was there for no longer than two seconds, but that was more than enough time to make an impact on the both of them. Before the other professor could retaliate, possibly with a curse that's name shouldn't be mentioned, Vincent released him, and stepped deftly, but quickly through the doors, leaving the shocked, staring house elves and Xemnas behind him.


The actual CN tower post:

Lesserdragon: After a moment of internal deliberation, Xemnas nods in agreement. He agreed with Vincent's statement One-hundred ten percent. People had been telling him that he was going to follow in the footsteps of his father and be a Dark Wizard for so long he had began to believe it himself. He didn't want to believe it, but because he had heard it whispered or read it in the faces of the people he met.. The students he teached.. And the staffed he worked with,  he had began to feel like that was the only path his life could take him. Teaching children to defend themselves against the Dark arts didn't seem as meaningful as it once did. What was the point when one day, they might be fighting against his father? His mother? His brothers... Hell, his entire family? Maybe even one day they would be fighting against the student in the seat beside them... Or maybe even their best friend. There would students from his classes that grew up to practice the Dark Arts. He already had a few past students that he read about in the Daily Prophet that had been shipped off to Azkaban, and some that had yet to be caught. He couldn't help but wonder if something he had done in class, something subtle, or something not so subtle, had changed the students. Was he teaching the classes incorrectly? Going from a wrong angle? Most of his lessons were.. hands-on. Every day some sort of dark magic was performed in his classroom. Mostly dealing with creatures... But every day students were exposed to it. The Dark Arts were powerful and something to be reconed with and feared.. It was alluring, Xemnas had to admit. Shamefully he had used a dark spell more than once in his lifetime. Some of them thought it was "cool"... If they really knew what they were dealing with, they certainly wouldn't think that! What if the students wanted to be like him one day? He was so well-learned in the Dark Arts because it was in his very nature.. Maybe he had been going about it the wrong way for all these years. Trying to teach children how to defend  themselves against Dark Arts wasn't going to make it go away. It wasn't going to make his father go away, and it certainly wasn't going to make the dark cloud that had followed him his entire life go away. The only way to disperse those clouds would be to actually do something about it.. But deep down inside he was so afraid of becoming his father he would never dream of standing against him. If they fought.. And by some strange miracle, he actually won, that would make him no better than the man himself. By fighting him he would be accepting that in some way.. The man had won. It would be no different than joining forces with him, though it didn't take an Auror to see that the world would be a much better place without that monster. He did know for certain that, right now, his father was winning against him. Getting upset, worrying.. Thinking everyone was out to get him ( which he still did and would no matter what. ) and even saying that he would be better off joining him... he was letting him win. He shouldn't be giving that man the satisfaction. It was exactly what he wanted! He wanted him to play into his hands like the good little wayward sheep would return to the flock.  The silverette had raised his head to respond to the man's statement when suddenly, his space is invaded and he feels arms wrap around him. The *hug* only lasted a few seconds, but during that time Xemnas tensed up and got a look of complete shock on his face. He didn't even catch the other man's expression when he so politely pulled away and stepped back... Well now. That was one thing that the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher had never expected. He wasn't sure what exactly he had been expecting, but it certainly wasn't to have the man blatantly... Hug him. Maybe a reassuring pat on the back at the very most, or a few words that would calm him down. But not a hug. Xemnas was not a hugging person, nor was he even remotely "huggable." The last time he had been hugged he was still in school and that was how he liked it. The silver-haired man was by no means a person who welcomed physical contact, especially that of the affectionate variety... He had never given anyone much reason to want to hug him, and if he did, they were stopped by his intimidating and unapproachable demeanor. To say the very least.. he was shocked that Vincent Valentine had been the one to do it. he would have been considerably less shocked if Larxene or even Saïx had done it. He didn't even know the Transfiguration teacher relatively well! And yet... Tonight he had been here pouring out his heart and soul for this practical stranger. Why? The only plausable answer he could come up for himself was that the man would understand where he was coming from. They had come from different walks of life, different families, and carried different burdens upon their backs.. But they were much the same. Both of the men had been cursed by their families, Vincent in a literal sense of the word, and Xemnas in an almost literal. But... regardless of their backgrounds and of the conversation that they had just had, Xemnas still didn't think that that gave the professor reason nor just cause to hug him! He looks down at the House Elf that had been reaching for the cup in Xemnas's hands, knowing it was empty.. The poor thing had witnessed the sight and looked just as confused as Xemnas. So... It must have occuired then. So Xemnas wasn't as crazy as he thought he was. After a few moments, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher becomes aware that Vincent has left the kitchen and the man frowns.. He wanted to get to the bottom of this. He hadn't wanted a hug! He hadn't wanted physical contact! Vincent didn't seem the type to randomly give out hugs-- and he wanted to know why exactly he did it. It seemed such a petty thing.. But lately, absolutely nothing was petty to Xemnas. "If you hear screaming, get the headmaster..." He murmers quietly to the House Elf, not even half joking. He didn't know how this was going to turn out because he didn't know what the Hell he was going to ask. He didn't know how this was going to go... And he didn't like that. He had a thing about control.. He was incrediably anal about being in control which is why he had a reputation of harshly punishing his class for even the smallest disruptions. This situation, like most others today, he was not in control of. But this one... He could have an answer to. ( Or maybe he really was going crazy. He was trying to make up reasons to go after the Transfiguration teacher. ) Xemnas walks out of the suddenly eerily quiet and still room and into the dimly lit hall leading to the kitchen. He could see the fluid motion of the teacher's robes as he walked into the shadows and briskly approaches him. The torches on the walls crackle as his footsteps echo against the sweaty marble floor. There was no doubt the other man heard him as he drew near. Xemnas wasn't trying to be quiet and sneak up on him. It wouldn't do him any good, anyway, because he was certain the teacher had a sort of sixth sense since he had so deftly casted an Incarcerous spell on him from just hearing the subtle swishing of his robes from down the hallway. He reaches out and grips the ravenette's shoulder firmly and spins him around to face him. Immediately he looks down, right into the man's blood colored eyes with a small bit of hostility and a whole lot of confusion. "What was that?" He asks from behind silver lashes, as his eyes were narrowed quite a bit. "Why did you do that?" In the back of his mind he realized how childish this was, going after a man because he hugged him.. Even the word *hug* was childish. Then again.. No one even brushed shoulders with this man in the halls without some kind of retribution for it. By the dim light cast by the scarce torches, he could very well seemed angered and threatening... He didn't mean to seem threatening.. But... Shit. He was a mess tonight. He didn't know what the Hell he wanted to seem like. He was just a tiny bit emotionally unstable... Just a *tiny* bit.He vaguely notes that his hand-the hand that was gribbing Vincent's shoulder, was still trembling slightly, even though he wasn't that enraged by it. Outraged and confused would summarize it better. "What do you think gives you the right....? I don't want your pity! I...."  He huffs and bites the inside of his cheek for a moment. Once again, he was face with the question- what did he want? He didn't want hugs, that was for sure. He didn't want to be pitied or looked down upon..  He wanted... Understanding. And as cheesy and cliche as it sounded, he wanted to know he wasn't alone. He was like a child lost in the dark reaching out for something to hold on to... And he hated to admit it, but this man had finally given him a small sliver of light he could follow. Tangiable or not, it was something to get him out of this muck he had spiraled down into and gotten bogged down in. He should be grateful.... But Xemnas was nearly incapable of expressing gratitude, expecially when his personal space bubble had been burst and he had been hugged, of all things, by a man who was practically a stranger.


It's a little OOC, but it takes place in , a Kingdom Hearts & Final Fantasy  / Harry Potter crossover rp group. YOU SHOULD GO CHECK IT OUT.

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ILU Lesserdragon  *dies*

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