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Character(s): Laharl (Flonne eventually maybe ;A;? Vyers?)
Content: orz Guess who disappeared. ;_; So much for hoping to not have to write something like this up any time soon...
Setting: Vyers' apartment
Time: Actually, make it night but after the lights are back.
Warnings: gdit angst.

It was another lazy day. That was about how all their days were recently. Everything had been at a bit of a standstill. Sure, Laharl had gone out a few times and took out a vast number of the hoards of heartless outside, but it didn't really seem to achieve anything. The darkened Paixao was mostly just an annoyance to the Overlord, little more, and when the light finally returned, he didn't really pay much attention to it. Most of his attention was on family related things. Namely his mother.

Trying to keep an eye on her was one reason. Larxene could appear at any moment to cause trouble, so he didn't want to risk her being left to deal with the nobody herself. And the second reason was, well, she was his mother. Lounging on a couch, Laharl could see her through the doorway of the kitchen, cleaning dishes or something.

He still felt terribly awkward around her, but he was oddly happy despite the situation they were in fact in.

Perhaps he'd dozed off briefly, but he drifted from sleep having felt something touching his head.

"Uh?"

Halfway sitting up, he looked up and found his mother standing over him. She just smiled, not saying anything and sat down at the end of the couch, patting the cushion beside her. Scooting up a bit, with her encouragement, he settled his head against the edge of her lap. After a moment he felt her hand smoothing his hair back from his face. Slowly the Overlord relaxed, allowing himself to enjoy this quiet moment with his mother.

He'd nearly drifted back off to sleep when his head dropped to the couch cushion.

Blinking from the sudden jerk, he opened his eyes again to see what gived, and was greeted with nothing. His mother wasn't there anymore. That was weird. She'd been RIGHT there.

"Mom? ...Mom!?" he called, a bad feeling immediately creeping over him as he received no reply.

It was like she'd just disa--

"N-no... NO!"

Slightly horrified, he called out several more times, but no reply came. Sitting up, Laharl reached out to where she'd been sitting only a moment before, resting his hand on the sofa cushion. The spot was still warm. She'd really been right there.

And now she wasn't.

Pain swept through his chest as realization of what had just happened sunk in. She was really gone. Hopefully returned back to where she belonged, far from Larxene's grasp. Which was certainly a good thing. It was for the best! But...

The boy curled up into the warm spot that had been left behind.

But it still hurt.

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It was the panicked note in Laharl's voice that had sent him running in. His mind raced, flowing from one worry to the next, and by the time he had entered the room, Vyers was just as panicked as Laharl was. He opened his mouth to ask what had happened but the sight before him said it all.

Only Laharl was there. Gwen... He didn't see her. He couldn't hear her. Surely there was some sort of mistake. She had to be somewhere! She... She couldn't. Not again.

He looked through every part of the apartment, every room, every hiding place he could think of, and when he couldn't find her he checked again. It was only after the third time that he gave up, slowly walking back into the living room, his face blank but his eyes filled with sadness. And though he knew he should say something now, there was a lump in his throat that nearly choked him, swallowing any words he could possibly say.

Laharl hadn't at first noticed his father. It wasn't until he had returned from his fruitless search did the boy look up at him. He hadn't expected to see him looking like that. There was so much sadness in the older demon's eyes. Had his old man looked like this back then? Laharl couldn't remember. He could only remember his own feelings from back then.

Feeling something warm and wet trickle down his cheek as emotions welled up again, the you Overlord promptly hide his face behind his long bangs, burying his chin into his scarf.

"She... she was right here..." he managed after a long moment of silence. "Then she wasn't. There wasn't anything I could do... I..."

Laharl let out a frustrated sound and a muttered swear, as words then failed him. What more could he say? She was gone and it was unlikely he would ever see her again.

Edited 2009-09-24 02:50 (UTC)

Vyers said nothing at first, save for a short "Mm," to show he had heard. He gazed distantly at the floor, a hand shakily gripping the couch, though whether it was to keep himself steady, to see if it all was real, or even just to hold onto something, not even he was sure.

Slowly, the demon's eyes shut and his expression briefly changed to one of disgust. "I should have been there," he whispered. It was meant to be kept to himself, a thought only to remain in his head. That it had escaped, he didn't know.

Even so, as he said it, it became obvious that that was what hurt the most.

Vyers glanced up at Laharl, only to look away again. That pain... It must have been similar to the pain Laharl had felt when...

And here it was again. He knew he needed to be more attentive, he wanted to be more attentive, but...

Old Man... His dad was really feeling the same way he was.

"...What could you have even done?" Laharl said barely above a whisper, after a moment. He had been right beside her, and what good had it even done? There'd been no warning. No sign. Nothing, at all.

Vyers had no answer for that. Not one he could accept. In some way, thinking that he could have done something was better than knowing he couldn't have done a thing. At least with the other possibility he knew he had some sort of power over the situation. In this...

"...I will be back soon." He needed some time to think, to sort everything out. As the situation was, it was all too much.

He'd been expecting that. He knew his old man would take off. He was predictable that way. Very predictable. Being back 'soon' Laharl doubted. He would be surprised if his father wasn't gone for days, if not more. It felt like it was all happening all over again...

He didn't look at his father, just nodded stiffly, and left it at that.

He had honestly expected to be gone longer than he had. The pain was still there, just as strong as before, but slowly numbing. His outburst had greatly helped in that regard.

It had been a day. Was Laharl still there? He could not blame the boy if he was not, though he still hadn't a clue how to broach the subject.

At first, Laharl had just remained on the couch, trying to deal with the mass of feelings. As similar as they felt to so long ago, the situation was very different at the same time. There was only the sense of loss and regrets. The feeling that there were things he should have done, that he hadn't.

After another hour or so, he did finally drag himself from the couch, but ended up just wandering around the apartment, a bit at a loss. He just wasn't sure what to do with himself

Then Flonne appeared. It had only taken a few words of explanation for the fallen angel to have comprehended the situation and had latched onto him, with tears in her eyes. He didn't admit it, of course, out loud, but her presence had helped.

Laharl was glad of her company in the end. Settled on the bed, in the bedroom he'd been sleeping in, he sat up against the pillows, wide awake. He really hadn't been able to get much sleep, unlike the fallen angel, who was fast asleep, curled up next to him.

Vyers opened the door to the apartment and looked around. So Laharl had wandered off after all. Well then.... it seemed there was nothing left to do now but try to get some sleep. It would do him well, he supposed.

He stopped as he reached Laharl's room, standing in the doorway and watching the boy sleep. He should have known that was where he was going to be. But there was littel that could be said now, was there? If he was asleep, he was asleep... Tomorrow then. He wouldn't wake Laharl up for something so hard (for them both) to talk about. Tomorrow, maybe.

But still he didn't know what to say. Would "It's all right" do? Or was that too little? At the moment, it hardly seemed to have a ring of truth to it, but that could have been the moment. And the way it sounded... No, it wouldn't do.

"How are you faring?" That had too obvious an answer to be anything but a foolish question.

"Will you be all right?" It was too easy to lie.

"I will be here for you." With how he had handled the situation before, he wondered if Laharl would even accept that.

A long, slow sigh escaped Vyers' lips as he rested his forehead against the doorframe. Why did they have to go through this again? It wasn't fair...

He stood there in silence for a few more minutes before beginning to turn away.

He'd sensed his father's presence in the apartment, of course, before he noticed he was at the doorway. Laharl wasn't sure what to do, so had closed his eyes, pretending to sleep, wondering what his father was going to do.

Long silence stretched on and finally the boy dared to crack open his eyes, in time to see his father resting against the door frame then begun to turn away.

"Old man?"

It had fallen from his mouth before he'd really even thought about it. He kicked himself now for it, but it was a bit too late.

Vyers whipped around, not expecting to hear Laharl's voice. "Mm... I did not mean to wake you," he apologized, briefly looking away. As he looked back he forced a small smile on his face. "You should get some rest... should you not?"

"You wouldn't have if I'd actually been asleep," he responded. It was true after all. Laharl slept like a proverbial log. If he'd been asleep, Vyers just standing there would certainly have not woken him up.

He was stunned for a moment when his father smiled at him like that. It just... felt... odd. Not in a bad way, just... he wasn't sure what. "Well... uh, probably... but..."

He trailed off, his meaning undoubtedly obvious. He'd be asleep if he could sleep.

That... was actually very true, now that he thought about it. Laharl always could sleep through just about anything. Then was he unable to sleep?

...He could wait a little longer to go to bed, he supposed.

He noticed Flonne laying there and, for a moment, a real smile twitched upward on his face. "How long have you two been laying here?" he asked, keeping his voice low to keep from waking the fallen angel.

Laharl followed his father's gaze a moment to Flonne, and promptly his face flushed slightly. Of course, he did his best to hide it, but his voice betrayed him.

"U-uh... I donno. An hour or two?" he answered a little awkwardly. Letting her sleep here certainly hadn't been a plan of his, but he hadn't been able to bring himself to wake her up and send her away, for whatever reason. Of course, the truth of the matter was that he probably didn't want to be alone, but that wasn't something he was about to admit to.

Only that long? Hm... He had been out for a shorter time than he had first imagined. It had still been long, but... maybe not quite as long as it had felt. Ah, and he had flustered Laharl slightly. Hmhm... Laharl must not have expected him to come by so soon.

"We should keep from waking her," Vyers decided, looking toward the living room. "Shall we continue somewhere else?"

The young Overlord had been surprised to see his father back so soon. He wasn't sure Vyers would return at all to the apartment, in fact. However it was not as surprised as he was that his old man actually wanted to talk to him.

Laharl actually stared at him a moment, looking almost stunned, before he shook it off. "Uh, yeah... okay."

It took a moment to gently pry away from Flonne's grasp, but once he'd managed to get away without waking her, he followed Vyers into the living room.

To be honest, he wasn't sure exactly what he wanted to talk about. A part of him hoped the answer, and thus the subject, would magically come up on its own.

...It wasn't, was it?

Well, this question didn't sound so silly at the moment. "How... are you coping?" Though now that he had asked, it sounded no better than "How are you faring?" But it was something.

How was he coping? Clearly awkwardness had set in, because that was a stupid question. Laharl shrugged, as he settled his arms across his chest in his usual fashion. "I'm fine."

Of course, he was probably not as fine as he was trying to imply. "I'm not the one making the ground shake here," he added. Laharl had felt the tremble earlier and had a sneaking suspicion of who it was.

Vyers turned his gaze to one of the walls at that, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He should have known someone would have been able to feel that, even if it had been considerably weaker than his usual, ah, reactions were.

"W-well... That was to be expected," he replied almost embarrassedly.

Laharl hadn't chosen to sit yet, so he sighed quietly, taking up interest on some knickknack on a table.

"Yeah... At least you didn't go splitting the earth open or something again," he said with a faint momentary smirk, before falling quiet once more. His expression had returned to looking rather sad as he returned the object to it's place on the table.

"...I just wish it had lasted a little longer..." he murmured.

There was a small cough at that. "The majority of those incidents were accidents," he said. The two before hand had been.

"As do I," he replied distantly. "At least... there is this, is there not?" She had picked out nearly everything at all. The way the apartment was decorated could easily attest to the fact that she had been here. He wouldn't allow anything to take that from them.

Accidents. Riiight. Because it was perfectly normal for people to accidentally knock over mountains.

They did have this place. His father was right about that. The feeling of his mother was still all over it. It was both saddening and comforting.

"I guess, but it's not like it can come back to the Netherworld..." he almost mumbled.

It would have been nice to be able to bring his mother home. A lot of things could have been 'nice'. More than anything he just regretted that he hadn't really had a chance to talk to her. About what, he wasn't sure, he just felt like he should have.

His face fell at that. It was the truth.

Vyers sighed softly. How he would have loved to take it all back with him. If there was a way, he would find it. "But we have it now." And it was much more than they had had before she had arrived. As much as it still hurt to think about, looking at it in that light made it a little easier to accept.

A little.

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