A/N Sorry for the long delay, yet again. I promise to write more sooner, again. Seriously, I'm going to honestly try and get more done sooner, I've had yet another barrage of year 12 work and I've left my year-long English Studies assignment very late, although it's not due for a few weeks still. Enough about that though, here is chapter three! I do have a story lined up, but that's not for another few chapters yet, it's coming though, don't worry, Chapter 4 is halfway done too!
Still don't own Konami or other Boktai affiliated companies, still waiting for a sequel...
Life After Sunrise
Chapter 3: Then and Now
The sun had finished its descent below the horizon with a full moon now shining its light onto the city of the sun. It made a fitting scene for the town, after enduring the near end of the world, San Miguel could now finally sleep at peace, without the threat of the undead living in the back of the townspeople's minds. The moon seemed especially brighter tonight, but couldn't glow brighter than the aura now surrounding a couple making its way through the streets of the city. Django and Lita were casually making their way back to pick up Django's belongings from the inn, hands securely held together. For Lita, she couldn't imagine wanting anything else at that point in time. Not only had she finally been able to tell Django how she felt, but she no longer had to worry about his safety and the constant threat of his death at the hands of another immortal. With these thoughts swirling around her head, she let out a small sigh of contentment.
"It's so nice to finally relax isn't it Django?"
Django had phased out slightly, his head still a little in the clouds from their moment under the Solar Tree. Lita's question snapped him back to reality, however it wasn't quick enough, causing him to completely miss her question.
"Hm?" was all he could say, causing Lita to giggle.
"You weren't paying attention were you?" she asked in a mock hurt tone.
"I was!" replied Django with all seriousness.
Lita continued to giggle, "I'm teasing you silly." Django chuckled in response.
"What did you ask though Lita?"
Lita calmed herself down, "I was just thinking how nice it is we can all relax, isn't it?"
Django nodded his head, "It's nice to be able to stop fighting, people can start living normal lives again."
Lita agreed by squeezing Django's hand, "That includes us too, but we still must remember to never forget our duty as protectors of the earth." she added, Django nodding his head again in agreement.
A small silence passed between the two before they arrived at the inn. As the pair walked inside they found Zazie in her usual spot just waking up from another usual nap on the bar. Django started to wonder if an imprint had started to form in the bench, but Zazie quickly acknowledged the pair, breaking his thoughts.
"Well, well, look's like my star readin's right again." proclaimed Zazie with a sense of pride, putting Django in a sense of slight confusion.
"Uh, what is she talking about Lita?" he innocently asked. Lita suddenly remembered her conversation with Zazie earlier in the day.
"Oh, don't listen to her Django." she replied, sneaking a quick glare at Zazie, who got the message right away.
Zazie spun around on her seat to get a good look at the pair. There stood Django and Lita, hands held, both with huge smiles on their faces. Zazie couldn't help but notice how well the pair looked together. At first glance, one would have thought the physical aspects like hair and eye colour would never work, but they proved the point wrong. Django's blonde hair contrasted well with Lita's brown and his hazel and her emerald eyes had the same effect, giving them the look that they were made for each other and no-one else.
"So you're here for Django's stuff right?" asked Zazie, who already knew the answer.
The pair were taken a little off guard, "Wait, how did you know..." started Lita.
Zazie rolled her eyes, "I'm a star reader, remember? Or has that Solar Boy gotten into yer head?"
"Do you think we should come back later Django?" asked Lita in a mocking tone.
"Awright, awright, I give." caved Zazie, "You really know how to get to me don't ya Lita?"
"You're not the first one tonight." added Django.
Lita pouted, "So would you like to stay on the floor tonight Django?"
Zazie couldn't restrain herself, and started laughing at the pair. Eventually, Django and Lita joined in before everyone eventually calmed down and composed themselves.
"I'll let you two go then," said Zazie, "I'm gonna head off to bed neways, see ya'll tomorrow kay?"
"Of course Zazie, have a nice night." replied Lita, before Zazie headed off upstairs, leaving the two to collect Django's belongings from his room.
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Django's room was no different from any other in the inn. It had a bed with bedside table, a small wardrobe, a window looking out to the plaza and a bathroom to the side. The only difference was Django's scant belongings neatly organised around the room. As both he and Lita entered, he picked up a backpack and two larger bags, and placed them on his bed.
"Is this all you have Django?" asked Lita out of curiosity.
Django turned his attention to the maiden, "Yeah, I guess having spent my whole life travelling and fighting I never really thought about the things I owned."
His words hung in the air for a moment before Lita looked around the room again and moved to Django's pile of spare clothing.
"So, let's get to work then!" she happily exclaimed, remembering that Django was moving in with her, "Put these in one of those big bags?"
"Sure, I'll take the small stuff in my backpack and the rest in the other bag." said Django as we started putting his spare weapon parts in the bag that he had.
The pair worked together in unison, completing the task in a very small amount of time. His clothing in one bag, heavier items in the other and various small items in his backpack. As Django made a final pass around the room he noticed a shirt under the bed that he had missed. Wondering a little as to why it was under his bed, he got on his knees and reached under for it.
"What's that Django?" asked Lita as she noticed his strange actions.
After reaching it, he pulled the shirt out. As he held it in front of him, two photographs fell out from the inside. Picking them up, he sat on the bed to inspect them. Lita decided to sit next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder as he looked at the two pictures. The first photo was one taken shortly after the defeat of Jormungandr. In it was Django and Lita, both smiling with a few of their friends. Zazie, Violet and Nero were in the photo with them, as well as a rather annoyed Sabata. Lita laughed as she remembered how they had convinced him to be in it. Not by their part, rather, a very insistent Zazie who had literally dragged him into it for the fun of it. Fortunately, he'd seen the funnier side of it and not taken it too hard.
"I wonder where Sabata's gone, he left at the end of that day didn't he?" wondered Zazie.
Django thought for a moment, "He said he had to leave, something about Carmilla not being too impressed by him not contacting her since he'd arrived here."
Lita giggled again, "I wonder why she even puts up with him sometimes." Django couldn't help but agree.
They continued to look at the photo for a little longer, before Django finally decided to look at the second one. Putting the first one on the table next to the bed, he found the second one was facing down. There were obvious markings to the age of the photo, the discoloured paper the obvious sign. As Django turned the photo over, his heart skipped a beat. It was a photo he'd forgotten he had, of his family. It contained both himself and Sabata being held by their smiling mother and equally happy father. Django stared at the photo as recent events flooded back to his mind. First his mother had been captured and eventually killed by the Immortal Queen, then his father had been taken by the Vampire Count, his body then used by the immortals more than once for their bidding.
Lita wasn't oblivious to this fact though, and knew Django was most likely hurting. Wrapping her arms around Django, she whispered into his ear,
"It's alright Django, their bodies might be gone, but their spirits still exist to help us, you know that."
Django replied by putting his arm around her and leaning his head slightly on hers, "You're right, all we can do is move on and enjoy life for them, and as long as you're here with me, I think things will work out just fine"
Giving a reassuring squeeze, Lita smiled and leant into Django, content to simply stay that way for a while. However the silence was soon broken when Django's stomach decided that enough was enough and reminded him that he hadn't been eating as much as he should have. He blushed a little, but Lita simply giggled at him.
"I think it's time I got you home and gave you a good meal." she insisted, taking a quick peek at his lean frame.
Django chuckled in response as he stood up and gave Lita his hand to pull her up, which she eagerly accepted. The two picked up their belongings and begun the walk to Lita's house, which would soon become their new home together.
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Sorry about the shorter length, it's going to improve in later chapters. Please review and tell me what you think!