She gazed out into the darkened skies as the half moon poured its light onto the glistening streets. Water droplets blew into the window pane, melodic taps resonating through the quiet room with each gust of night air; Her big brown eyes not once wavering from the distance.
Sleep evaded her and she couldn't rest through the night; the passed three nights.
He was out there...
She knew if he was there, he would tell her to rest her head. He would whisper sweetly in her ear with his velvety voice for her not to worry, that he would return soon. His soft lips would caress her own with that gentleness that he had only ever confided in her. He would look at her with those hypnotic eyes as she drank deeply in the silent conversations they shared without speaking a mumbling word.
A deep and silent breath escaped her as she leaned her head on the cool glass.
~v~v~v~
He walked silently through the dimly lit streets. As the rain poured from the sky, his only companion was the silver blade that glistened with quenched thirst at his side. Water danced its way down his black vest all the way down to his pants, washing away the sustained impurities. His icy eyes flashed as he glanced up towards the moon...
This night, his soul had consumed just a little more of the deep retribution he yearned for. A silent journey that he knew he would be on for the remainder of his days, yet, it did not bother him. This was his mission, his calling, his purpose to fulfill and to do it in a way that reflected honor would leave a legacy that spoke volumes to how justice can be achieved without a blinding thirst for vengeance.
Of course he was no stranger to the latter side of the tracks...
He once was a man of blind fury. A man of silent rage. A man bent on the blood lust for vengeance. But where did that road lead? The blind led the blind, and he was both the leader and the follower as he fell deep into the pit.
But that man had long since died and was replaced with the valiant and noble spirit that had gotten buried beneath the chaos after the death of his mother. Now he took to the streets, searching within the shadows for the evils that rose in the night.
They couldn't run and they couldn't hide, it was only a matter of time before he found them. They could tell their clans and attempt to increase in numbers, it didn't matter to him; He welcomed it even. He would slay them all, no matter how numerous.
He watched drops of red fall from his silvery tresses that had fallen over his eyes as he turned onto a quiet street and a smirk graced his lips.
Soon coming to a stop, he slipped Yamato into its resting place before the click goodnight echoed through the street. He could feel her...
He lifted his eyes to the window that sat a story above him. To anyone else she would have looked like an apparition, an illusion, a trick of the eyes. The way the moonlight reflected off of her brown eyes looked otherworldly; No other part of her was illuminated, but was a shadowy silhouette. He reached a hand up and pushed his hair back into its regal position.
Their eyes met.
He could almost hear her sweet voice whisper to him.
'Welcome home.'
He watched her form rise from her sitting position as she slowly removed something from her shoulders, dropping it onto the window seat. Her eyes disappeared from view as she turned from the window and blended into the darkness of the room.
Vergil's smirk widened into a smile as he took long strides towards the front door. Turning the key into the lock, he stepped into the darkened home silently disappearing amongst the shadows before the door closed with a gentle click.