Yay, now onward to chapter 3!
Warnings: M-preg/miscarriage, depression
and a lot of flash backs but not too horrible yet.
Chapter three: Memories never forgotten
Song : Ne Yo "So sick of love songs".
Yet again I don't own the Twins -thinks she should- but there tattoos and modifications otherwise Capcom gets all the credit, While Shahi is my Bf's even in memory ; -waves- thanks Huns for inspiring me. [huggles her And on with the fic.
A door opened to a dark house with dust settling, a Blue clad figure walked in closing the door behind him and suppressed the urge to run back out of the house...he took three long steps forward with a grace that seemed to never leave him even though he had nary slept a wink in two months. Flipping the living room light on, he blinked adjusting to the light…and taking in the still perfectly white carpet and blue velvet furniture…a sudden image of his husband sitting on the couch reading, legs curled up under him, flashed before his eyes…then it was gone like a ghost. He winced softly and a hand went to hold his head while lush lips muttered something too quiet to hear. He finally let his hand fall again and icy tired eyes scanned the room sadly. More long steps brought him to the phone sitting still on the wall with the harsh red light flickering on and off... He pushed the button and listened to the messages their friends had sent before they knew of His angel's death... a soft sob escaped his throat as the last message played and a vision of his angel bouncing over to answer the phone "Tut Vergil we have to talk to our friends sometime." a thin whisper in the air made him look around eyes wide before he just sighed tiredly.
"Gotta change my answering machine now that im alone, cuz right now it says that we cant come to the phone… and I know it makes know sense cuz your not here now, but it's the only way I hear your voice anymore"
"And im so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing you where still here
Said im so sick of love songs
So sad and low
So why cant I turn of the radio.?"
Walking into the kitchen and flipping the light on in there while a hand moved to run through his head of perfectly slicked back soft white hair, icy eyes flicked to and fro looking from the sleek black marble cabinets to the blue tiled floors and the beautiful black mahogany table and the black chairs with plush blue cushions...another image of a man in his twenties with long blond almost white hair reaching his waist, strikeing silver blue eyes, pale complexion, and a cute lithe body sitting and smiling from the end of the table as he chatted with a white haired man clad in red while he himself was chuckling at the two from his view point while cooking dinner and then it was gone like a flash... Ice eyes closed for a moment and tears threatened to sting them again his breathing was slightly irregular..before they snapped open again and caught sight of the calendar…he paused and slightly shook.
"Gotta fix that calendar I have that's marked July 15th because since theres no more you theres no more anniversary, im so fed up with my thoughts of you, and your memory and how every song reminds me of what used to be".
"That's the reason i'm so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing you where still here
Said i'm so sick of love songs
So sad and low
So why cant I turn off the radio.?"
He slowly took steps forward out into the hall leading to a beautiful interior Japanese garden room with a large Koi pond...the fish were still there as they had been fed while he was gone and the white marble floors and blue chairs where all spotless... "Aren't they so lovely, Vergil? I think I'll name them all!" A musical laugh followed the whisper...and he frowned looking around again but knowing in his heart his mind was just playing tricks on him. More soft steps brought him to the white stairs and he climbed them slowly his knee high brown boots making soft sounds on the carpet...he finally reached the top and looked down the long white carpeted hall with the blue walls …A ghostly image of Shahi running down the hall happily giggling as he ran into a door on the left, with he himself following and pretending to look mad as he followed suit into the room. Finally, silent tears began to make their way down his cheeks again and he turned punching the wall hard and leavening a hole in the plaster as his flesh melded the cuts together and bruises vanished right away.
"Leave me alone, leave me alone, stupid love songs, don't make me think about his smile, or knowing of our first child, let it go, turning off the radio"
"Cuz i'm so sick of love songs
so tired of tears
so done with wishing he was still here
said i'm so sick of love songs
so sad and low
so why cant I turn of the radio.?
I said so why cant I turn off the radio.?"
A few steps brought him to that door and he hesitated for a moment closing his eyes before twisting the knob and swinging the door open to a lavish bedroom of white carpet,white curtains, and a white bed with a extravagant white velvet blanket..he stepped in closing the door softly and as the tears still fell another image...Of him and his angel together in the most beautiful way they could be…"Vergil!" a whisper but louder and it was the sound he often cherished the most….then the last image was gone leavening only a cold room and his soft sobs..he walked over to the bed and collapsed on it, curling up and clutching the blanket tightly as he slowly shook and cried himself to sleep alone…
"Said i'm so sick of love songs
so tired of tears
so done with wishing he was still here
said i'm so sick of love songs
so sad and low
so why cant I turn off the radio.?
I said why cant I turn off the radio.?"
