End To Eternity
By Himig

Summary: [KH/BBS AU] Ventus is a prodigy with a brother complex, member of Eternity. He is carefree and lacks ambition in life, until Sora's innocent questions becomes a threat to stability. He now must choose his brother's life or a world without Sora.

Author's Note: LOL it started with a school life sort-of KH like story when it turned to THIS. No, it evolved from plenty of ideas XD I was so bored. Just updated my fanfics (and failing to receive estimated reviews…again!) so I toyed around…

A fangirlfic.

Warning: FANGIRLFIC

Chapter I: Dearly Beloved

"Happy birthday, Sora!"

Birthdays were always something to look forward to. There were gifts, food, and special things you can do without getting into trouble. People do you favors and are extra kind to you. For five-year-old Sora, it was the day his big brother, Ventus would come home and bring him new toys.

Sora received an alarm clock (as big as a small ball) from Ventus, because Sora would be going to kindergarten. But Sora knew his brother well based from experience that this was no boring clock.

"What does it do?" Sora asked, quietly and full of focus as he inspected the round object.

Ventus chuckled. "It tells you what time it is and rings when you need to wake up."

"Not that wan!" Sora whined. "Does it make me candy?"

"Nope," Ventus answered, letting his brother get worked up.

"Tell me!" he cried out, but he continued to experiment with his tiny figures on the object. "Does it call Santa?"

"I wish."

"Does it make me friends?"

Ventus's eyebrows creased. Even their mother stopped from cleaning the table.

Sora noticed the many eyes on him, the extra attention that he stopped from fidgeting on with the gift. "Wat? What issit?" he asked, now tugging Ventus's pants.

"Sora?"

"Yea?" Sora's attention span suddenly forgot the odd silence and continued with his experimentation.

"Why would you want to make friends?"

"'Cuz you're not always a-round. I want new friends to play with."

Ventus glanced at his mother, who resumed washing the dishes.

"Don't you play with Riku?"

Sora stopped and pondered. "I do, but he's not weally my friends. He pushes me to the ground. It's mean." Something clicked. Sora's eyes widened. He set the clock on the ground carefully and saw pretty, colorful lights dance from it whilst a gentle lullaby of a piano play.

"Wow, you made it work!" Ventus said, smiling and bending down to see as well.

"There'sh something inside." Sora decided not to lift the clock. He cocked his neck and stared at the holographic image at the center where the hands of the clock pointed to numbers.

"Can you read what time it is?"

"Duuuh!" Sora exclaimed. "It's 6 o'clock. See," Sora brought the thing up in the air and showed it to his curious big brother with outstretched arms. "See, can you see? There, the hands! It's 6 o'clock! It means it's 6 o'clock."

Ventus nodded. "Yea, I see those hands. But wait, what's that?" Ventus pointed at the holographic image.

"Where?" Sora tiptoed to look, forgetting it was his hands carrying the magnificent clock. "It's a picture."

"Picture? Of what?"

"That's you." Sora craned his neck at Ventus, his tiny finger pointing at the image. Their faces were just several inches apart. "That's you. It's Venny."

"And?"

"There's Mommy."

"And?"

"Stop saying 'and?'…" Sora pointed at the image again. "That's you, and that's Mommy. Is that Daddy?"

"And?"

"I said shtop saying 'and?', Venny!" Sora scolded, hitting Ventus on the head with a knuckle.

"Ow…sorry, Sora."

"That's okay," Sora said dismissively, jabbing a finger at the image again. "So there's Venny, Mommy, Daddy…I don't get it, Venny!"

Ventus leaned closer and pointed at his image. "Do you see me?"

"I do. That's Venny. That's you!"

"How about the cute baby I'm holding?"

"I see it…is that you, too, Venny?"

"No, that's you, Sora."

Sora brought the giant alarm clock in front of his face and stared at it. "Woooooow!"

Ventus grinned and pointed at Sora's giant mouth. "Sora, there's a bee flying in your mouth!"

"Wah!"

Sora shut his mouth quickly and took a step backward to dodge the bee he has yet to see. Ventus caught the giant alarm clock with a hand, set it aside, and proceeded to tickle his little brother, who have fallen after losing his balance.

"You…haha…liar, Venny! Haha – there's no – hahaha – bee!"

"There is! You swallowed it, Sora!"

"No – haha, I didn't! Haha!"

Ventus lifted his little brother in the air. His brother was heavier again, whereas he remembered lifting him just a year ago when he was as light as a feather. Sora giggled at the tinge of excitement from being lifted in the air. Ventus had pulled Sora in and had kissed him on his forehead, before embracing his little brother tightly.

"Sora, the song's called 'Dearly Beloved'," he told his brother, carrying him on one arm and raising the giant clock to Sora with his other hand.

Sora clung to his brother with his arms around his neck. He released a hand and held on the clock, caressing the cold metal surface slowly. A tear escaped his eyes as Sora heavily yawned.

"Why are you crying, Sora?" Ventus teased his voice now quiet and low as he cradled Sora a bit.

"I'm not crayi-ing…" Sora furiously rubbed his whole face with his arm, then yawning again. Sora leaned on his brother's chest and embraced his neck. "Venny…"

"Yea?" he whispered.

"Wake me up later, kay? I'm sleepy." The boy's eyes had longed dropped and he was fast asleep, cradled on his brother's arms while Dearly Beloved soothed his soundless dreams.

"Sure," Ventus whispered again, before giving his brother another kiss on the forehead. In a much gentler and quiet voice, he said: "Happy birthday, Sora."

The faint voice abruptly let out a short yelp, hearing a blood-churning scream erupt from where his mother should be.

"Mom!" Ventus cried out, deciding not to leave Sora down and bring him to the kitchen. He swung out an arm and summoned his Keyblade. He had a bad feeling about this.

"Mom…" he called again, this time much quieter like the silence.

Someone had just turned off the light. Ventus adjusted his eyes to the darkness, embracing Sora tightly with his other hand.

"…STOP!" he cried out all of a sudden, bringing freeze in his environment. "Firaga!" he whirled his Keyblade that incinerated into crispy fire. Ventus made a quick look around his temporarily lighted environment – there was no one.

Ventus caught his Keyblade as time resumed normally. Just as he did, he felt a strong force behind him. Following his instincts, Ventus brought his weapon above and blocked a swing. The two weapons clashed. Ventus jumped back to gain some space, but his back crashed with the kitchen wall. It wasn't safe to fight here, but it was worse outside, he could guess.

"There's an ambush outside," he thought. He wasn't paranoid; he was sure there was an enemy. He didn't know who, but surviving and protecting Sora was his top priority.

He moved around and went to the door – lights were turned off again. Just as he was about to open the door, a cold metal sliced through his side. Ventus cursed himself for not noticing something down sloppily, but he couldn't fight back with Sora in his arm. His keyblade completely vanished as his hand tried to stop the bleeding. He backed off, his side bleeding, and by chance he was right beside the light switch. When the lights turned on, Ventus holding his breath, now cornered with Sora with him, he was aghast.

"Mom?"

It was definitely their mother, wielding a kitchen knife that was tainted by her own son's blood.

His mother didn't respond. Ventus sensed no outer presence or abnormalities; beyond this psychic training, as her son, he knew she was being normal.

Rather, normal in a sense she was doing this in her own will, which isn't really normal to stab a son.

"Mom, what's going on?"

"Put Sora down."

Ventus froze. He was sure this was his mother, but he obliged. Sora was still fast asleep.

"Mom…"

"Get away from Sora."

Ventus saw his mother edging near his brother. This alarmed Ventus. Without thinking, he took Sora up in his arms again and threw whatever he can hold on: which turned out to be a family photo on the wall.

His mother put her arms to protect her face and Ventus made a safe distance between him and his crazy mother.

"What are you planning to do?!" he demanded, enough to cause his brother to sir from his deep sleep.

His mother hissed through gritted teeth, her arms bleeding. "Ventus?"

Ventus was now even more confused, but still cautious. "What?"

His mother heavily sighed and dropped the knife.

"What are you doing?"

"You're my son, aren't you?" she said with a chuckle. "I can't be wrong…I hope."

"What are you talking about?"

"Get your hands dressed, Ven," she said quietly, sinking at the floor.

Ventus could easily deal with that with curing magic. He was concerned with what just went in his mother's head to attack him.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Ventus asked, approaching his pale mother.

"You attacked me just now."

"No, that was you."

"Before that."

Ventus stared at his mother, wide-eyed. "I heard you scream…"

"That's because you attacked me."

Ventus was quite too shocked to say anything.

If he did attack her, then was she hurt?

Ventus re-summoned his Keyblade and swung the weapon high up, muttering, "Cure."

The pain from their wounds quickly subsided, though their bodies were just given extra power in the blood to work on the wound, like adrenaline to the body.

Later on, when Sora woke up, he was in his room. As much as he'd like to go to where his brother was, the lullaby from the giant clock lulled him back to sleep. He was quite scared though; he knew someone was watching him, and it wasn't Ventus.

Even though the said someone looked exactly like him.