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A/N: So I was just reminded that today is Father's Day… Even though I'm already planning and writing some Castlevania fics simultaneously at the moment, I figured I could post a little drabble for this event. :3 It is slightly personal, actually, so it is going to be a little sad or bittersweet – but I hope someone would enjoy this story and leave a review. Thank you for reading. :-)
UPDATE: Decided to make this into series of shorts. Stay tuned for (very irregular but hopefully better) chapter updates. :-)
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~ AB IMO PECTORE ~
"ab imo pectore" – "from the deepest chest" or "from the bottom of my heart", "with deepest affection", "sincerely" [Source: Wikipedia]
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Op. 1:1 - Andante Affettuoso in A Minor
He saw him walking down the stairs with his beloved hand-in-hand, a smile adorning the youthful face of the white-haired boy as he told her stories that made her giggle with glee. The couple walked closer to where he was standing, and yet, he stayed silent.
He had been watching him since he was but a toddler, through his childhood years and until he had grown into the adolescent he was – the boy was so different from the man he used to be; or perhaps, that was how he was before the hatred and despair corrupted him. For that, he was relieved.
He could see the image of a blonde, long-haired lady when he watched the girl's face and her gentle smile – the same impression of a smile of the woman that mattered most in his life. A thought crossed his mind that, perhaps, she was really the woman he was thinking about – but whether that was true, he couldn't say… and it also didn't matter.
They didn't know he was there and kept walking further away from him, but he kept watching them. The boy always thought that he did that because he didn't trust him, that he was afraid that the trace of the feared Dark Lord was still waiting to be awakened. And while that was true, he didn't keep watch because of that.
He kept watch because he wanted to protect his happiness.
… It is funny how, after all this time, he still couldn't get over him – the fact that he was awake right now and not succumbing to his so-called eternal sleep was because of the very man in front of him. However, this time it was different; this time, he didn't have to feel the coming dread as he went nearer and nearer to the Throne Room, didn't have to face him with pained expression, didn't have to stop him no matter how reluctant he felt.
The boy had no recollections of the past, actually, not even a distant memory of who he was. He had mixed feelings about it; but he was content that the boy was at least free from the torment of the constant resurrections in the hands of the humans who wished to exploit his powers and influence.
This time… he could at least aide and protect him from the shadows. Many a times had he stopped some forces for getting to the white-haired boy; but sometimes it slipped him, like the time when Graham and Celia's group confronted the boy. It was regrettable, but he was pleased that he could at least direct him to his victory against both forces; and especially against the darkness within.
He stopped his musings as he saw them entering a café, and he ceased at his track. It was a sunny day and he felt no threat in the air, perhaps he could leave them alone for now. The young man in black took another glance before he disappeared into the dark alley. A smile ghosted his lips. His father was happy now, and Alucard knew that his mother's soul was finally at peace.