Chapter 2 - Lullaby
That morning, Raphael had gone out on another one of his errands or he was as far as Amy had to be concerned about. He doesn't say much and she doesn't press for information, simple as that.
The redhead wandered around the castle for quite possibly the seventh time that morning alone and it wasn't even nine o'clock yet. She checked in with the stray black cats in the back. She had found them and taken them in as her father had done with her six years ago. She shook her head. Amy didn't want to start thinking about her past.
She walked up and knelt in front of one of her kitties. "Hello there, Seraph," she purred, holding out her small hand for him to sniff, his fur like silk as he brushed up against the back of her hand. Amy felt a similar notion on her back, turning to see Seraph's black-furred mate. "And you too, Kora," she giggled.
"Daddy's never really home, is he?" Amy sighed, letting the cats brush their friendly muzzles against her slim body. She stands up, the cats quickly mewing in confusion, and turns on her heel back to the castle. Raphael wasn't due back until at least noon to two, so she had plenty of time to kill until then.
Raphael comes home around 12:30 pm and looks around, the door closing behind him quietly. "Amy?" he calls.
"Yes, father?" Amy answers from the staircase. She was merely sitting there, bored out her mind, a notebook lying open beside her. Raphael gently smiled, "What are you drawing?" Remembering that she wanted to show her father her artwork, Amy picked up her notebook and turned to the page she recently finished.
He accepted the notebook and looked over the drawing. It was more or less a portrait of them about three years ago. The color was dark, but nevertheless vibrant. The warm feeling that seemed to radiate from this simple drawing was infectious. "How long did it take you to make this, Amy?" he inquired curiously. There was no possible way she could remember what she looked like then.
The redhead smiled brightly. "Three years, give or take. I had to improve a few spots." Raphael handed her back the notebook. "Weren't you also working on a story?" Amy shifted uncomfortably, this he noticed. He raised a hand, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to talk about it, you know." Amy nodded. She promised to herself that she would let him read her story as soon as it was done.
"Now then," he said, kissing her forehead. "I'm going back out. Behave yourself while I'm gone, alright?"
"Yes, father," she replied, embracing him for merely a moment before heading to the study with her books. She was going to need something to do.
He silently walked back into the house, thinking that Amy was already asleep by now. Raphael went into his library for a bit of midnight reading. He was surprised to see his little girl sitting at the piano writing what appeared to be sheet music.
Raphael felt bad for doing this to her, leaving all the time and coming home at late hours, but with everyone trying to get his sweet little Amy (he's had a few death threats among... other things... that could possibly happen to Amy), he was constantly heading out to deal with any threats. Raphael hears her quietly playing the piano, humming an unknown melody. The father couldn't help but smile at the gentle tune, her soothing voice.
'Sleep, my child,
There's no need for tears.
Listen to the wild
Like you have for years.
This silver wolf that
Howls to the moon
Echoes of the pure
Sound ends too soon...'
Raphael felt really drowsy listening to this quiet lullaby, his blue eyes slowly lazily looking into the room. He knew that Amy needed to go to bed, but Raphael was already having enough trouble trying to stay awake to do so. Before he knew it, Raphael fell to his knees completely dazed and passed out on the floor. Amy, who had heard him, slowly came to an end in her song instead of abruptly stopping.
She stood to her feet, her clothed feet silently making their way to the slumbering male, doing her best to practically drag Raphael upstairs to his own room. Removing his coat and shaking her head, Amy opted instead just to set him on the couch. He would be up in a few hours anyhow.
"Bonne nuit, mon pére." Amy whispered with practiced ease, kissing him lightly on his forehead. Raphael stirred lightly, turning on his left side with a soft moan. Amy felt his chest slowly rise and fall with every gentle breath that made her feel as she did at the moment.
She blinked her crimson red eyes once, then twice, a small smile playing on her lips as she removed her arm from his person, leaving him to sleep in silence as she retreated to her own room to do the same.
~A/N: Alright, I got this a little longer! So, tell me how I'm doing! Like I said, I've never quite understood how people could do fanfictions with video games. Thanks to Whiffles for providing wonderful examples to what I call a beautiful relationship between Raphael and Amy since there are so few! Please Review! X3