Warmth and light caressed the red hunter yet only one was welcome. On his side and inhaling slowly he took the time to linger on the scent of jasmine and sweat.
There was no jasmine in the air, any trace of sweat was stale. His face twisted into a scowl while his muscles tensed. He willed sleep to return to his mind but shouting from downstairs would not allow it. The feminine voice bellowed at him to rise, that she was owed a debt he would repay.
He opened his eyes, unable to stop himself as his fingers reached for the paler devil only to brush emptiness. The other side of the bed as unused as ever and inside his heart broke again. Feral growl rose in his chest together with an aching within him. Rolling out of bed he made no move to straighten the covers.
A palm pressed to the tile wall for support while hot water rolled over his shoulders and down his back. He didn't linger long, hardly washing his hair before throwing on a pair of pants and nothing else. Downstairs he met the boisterous woman with indifference moving past her to the kitchen. There was no evidence anymore of it being used minus the fridge that held cold pizza. The red demon shoved a slice in his mouth and slammed the door in annoyance.
For a moment he thought he could smell something savory but it was swiftly replaced with stale pizza and beer so he moved back to his desk. His female companion threw an address at him while he ate hardly registering her words. Go, kill, collect. Day in, day out. She moved to leave and relief flooded through his veins.
He caught her glance over her shoulder back at him before departing with something in her eyes he couldn't quite place. Shrugging it off he stared at the walls around him and the state of the shop. Bottles and empty pizza boxes littered almost every corner and he found the more they piled up the less he cared.
Huffing to himself alone he rose to his feet and reached for Rebellion's spot on the wall amongst all his acquired weaponry. She felt as heavy in his hands as the heart in his chest. Donning his coat he sheathed her upon his back, shoving his guns into the holsters. From the corner of his eye a spot of yellow entered his vision and he snapped. Ebony and Ivory rang their hellish song out in a hailstorm of lethal force splintering the wall behind.
Yamato rested silently upon a shelf; the yellow sageo fluttering in the aftermath of the firestorm. There was no power emanating from that devil arm, not any longer. Not for a long time.
The crimson hunter fell to his knees as platinum hair covered his face. Hot tears rimmed darkening eyes but refused to fall, save one. It finally struck him how she looked upon him.
Pity.
"Vergil, you left me."