Abandoned Church
--You... how...
*Tack*
Standing in the dimly lit room illuminated by the moonlight, a young woman with black clothes and hair, porcelain-pale skin, and maroon-red eyes, showed a face full of confusion and pain as she moved the phone away from her face and stood. He turned to see the unexpected guest.
There dressed in a simple white shirt, black pants and shoes, his hands clenched into fists were dripping with blood, between them you could see some pieces of glass stuck in but the young man was indifferent to those wounds, his silver blue eyes stared intently at the woman. black, his face, like the girl's, showed deep confusion but instead of pain there was great regret, fear and affection.
--June 12...
The young man took a step forward while pronouncing a date.
--YOU!...
The eyes of the girl in black widened and tears escaped from her eyes without stopping, but her feet remained stuck on the ground without moving, only covering her mouth with her hands, stopping herself from calling that name.
--It was a rainy day...
*Clink*
The young man's fists opened, letting the fragments of glass, plastic and metal stuck in his hands fall as they healed.
-- No ... No... !
The young woman moaned as her entire body trembled and the streams of tears became more prominent, bringing her hands to her chest to control her heart.
--In the rain, hidden from everyone, we ran to a chapel...
The young man's appearance changed, his black hair turned brown and his eyes were painted a soft blue, his clothes changed to a pair of brown pants and shoes, a blue plaid shirt with a lab coat covering everything, as well as a stethoscope hanging from her neck and light scars formed on her face, making the girl in black stumble and fall to her knees, who could only shake her head while crying, barely containing her gasp.
--A drunk priest, a blind nun and two strangers~ were the witnesses of that moment...
The young man arrived in front of the girl and knelt before her, taking her hands delicately, with absolute care and affection as if he were touching the purest and most delicate thing in the world.
--I missed you Natasha~
The Doctor pronounced as he kissed the girl's trembling hands, ignoring the tears that escaped her eyes.
--Jhoam...really... you are... me... Jhoam...
--Natasha...
Both lovers from other lives looked at each other in silence, getting lost in the sensation of their hands, in each other's eyes, flooded by so many emotions that their mouths are incapable of forming more words.
*Steps*
--Intruder! Hanzo-chan!
Irina's watery and energetic voice echoed throughout the room as she charged at the couple with Mimic in hand.
--Irina wait!
The young woman in black came out of her dream when she saw the glow of sacred light and shouted to her companion, but she did not count on her lover barely blinking before extending his hand and releasing a sea of absolute darkness against her attacker.
--Natasha... my dear... Natasha... I'm really sorry... I'm... so sorry...
Tears flowed without stopping from the man's silver-blue eyes, his gaze was full of joy and regret, two contradictory feelings that combined into sad melancholy and madness.
If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it's taken without permission from the author. Report it.
--No... no ... it's not your fault Jhoam... don't blame yourself... no...
The girl in black hugged the man crying without worrying about his appearance or care, she had a bad feeling, she was not sure, she knew her (ex) husband like the back of her hand, he is a man broken by war, raised and trained to kill, but even so after the war he sought to save and care for the lives that he was taught to take, he is an extremely affectionate man with those who managed to get close to him and enter his life, he is an artist in hiding his emotions, a specialist in putting aside his own morality and ethics in order to complete his mission, an emotionally unstable psychiatric patient, a demanding otaku, he is addicted to cookies and alcohol, he is the man who saved her from being kidnapped, the man who took her away. from the golden cage in which her father and family imprisoned her, is the man who now cried lost in melancholy and pain.
She knew that he must feel guilty, guilty of her death, of the death of our son, of Rita, of the children, of the attack on the hospital... but nothing was his fault, everything was an accident, a cruel coincidence, a simple tragedy.
--I... I'm sorry... no... No... I could... protect you... I couldn't protect them...
The man was shaking, his whole body shaking like a puppy in a snowstorm, kneeling on the ground staring into space.
*SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH*
--Hanzo! Chan! Salt! Of! Over there! x2
A blade of holy light slashed and breached the darkness around them for an instant, the voice of the holy sword wielders being heard for an instant before the gap was once again filled by darkness.
--I'm sorry... Natasha...
--Now, now... don't cry, my love... don't cry... look, I'm here, I'm fine, nothing has happened, everything is fine... everything is fine ... don't cry anymore my love. .. do not Cry...
The girl in black wiped away the tears of the broken man in her arms as her own fell and joined his.
His garnet eyes met platinum blue ones, which little by little regained their focus, just as his breathing calmed down.
*BLOWS AND CUTS*
The efforts of the sacred bearers on the other side of the darkness could be heard but the darkness prevailed barely flinching.
--Jhoam...?
--Yeah?
--Are you really my Jhoam?
--I never expected to find you here... Not with my shitty luck~
--I won't comment on that...
Both lovers embraced in the darkness, before resuming their conversation.
--How did you end up here?
--Elven Angel... throw darts and they will hum~ here I am~
--You hated this story so much that karma sent you here...
--Karma is a son of a bitch... I've always said it~ And you?
--Same~ only mine was a roulette... Did you get Cheats?
--Sep~ I am partially immortal, I control shadows at a level close to the concept~ and thanks to this shitty world I have a Lovecraftian Sacred Gear on my chest.
The man shrugged as he slowly returned to his original form and patted his chest.
--Oh~ lucky bastard... I only got a Devil Fruit, no side effects...
--Devil Fruit?! Which?!
--Let's just say I'm on my way to wearing a fabulous pink feather coat...
--For the love of ODA... You have the Ito-Ito No Mi~
--Don't be dramatic honey, you have conceptual power, Cthulhu powers and you are immortal although knowing you, you should have tried to kill yourself more than a thousand times before getting bored and looking for something to entertain yourself~
The girl commented as she pressed her face against the young man's chest, seeking more of that nostalgic warmth in his embrace.
--Correct, I cut my arteries, I took out my heart, I hanged myself with my own guts, I threw myself from the radio tower, I bit the high tension cables, I threw myself onto the Shinkazen rails, I put on some nice Nikes from cement and I threw myself into the bay but nothing worked, then I dedicated myself to fencing, won all the local tournaments and was the reigning lord for three years in a row in the nationals ~ then I deviated to clandestine fights and made good money, then out of boredom I became a demon to kill time... Oh... shit...
The man's face showed a slight frown before he looked at his lover and apologized.
--I'm sorry... but I cheated on you... right now, technically I'm engaged to a woman, an illegal doctor and bookie... one thing led to another and now I'm engaged... I'm sorry.
Contrary to what the man expected, the girl in black did not get angry or offended, she could only smile and hug the man tighter.
--I'm glad, I'm glad that you have let someone else into your heart, whether out of lust, curiosity, boredom or desperation, I know what you are like and I know that you are not frivolous, you are the most faithful and questionably honest man I know, I am sure she is a great woman, so much so that I want to meet her, I know it will sound selfish of me but...
The girl in black, Natasha Von Hanzo, wiped the rest of the tears from her blushing face and looked at the man in front of her.
--Would you let me return to your life...?
He asked with a slight, embarrassed smile as he stared at the face now different from the one in his memories but which he now saw with more love than before.
--No...
The young man responded with a cold and melancholy face.
--That?!
The poor girl in black screamed as her entire body trembled and her pupils shrank from shock, her vision failing and tears threatening to escape, the pain in her chest didn't help either,
--I can't let you come back~ Since you never left to begin with~ Natasha~
The young man continued with a smile as he stole the delicate lips of the surprised girl, who soon regained control and violently attacked the young man's lips, there was no doubt or innocence in the two of them, this was a kiss between two anxious and desperate lovers. for each other, both seeking to fill the void in their hearts.
Both continued kissing and hugging without caring about the presence of two visitors armed with large sacred swords.
--WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?! x2