History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived
Valeria was staring at the ground, refusing to make eye contact with him. How was she supposed to say it?,
'Da, I'm the one that tried to shot you in the gut.'
. Yet he fell in love with her. It was okay...he deserved someone better anyway. Tears threatened to come out of her eyes, she hates this feeling. Who said military life was going to be easy? Especially if the person was your target then became your lover. Da...I did. her voice came out weak. She did know him then but she didn't know him like is he kind? Nice? Cruel? Coldblooded? It made her think that she was the evil henchman of her captain, now that she knows Dante who he really is.
Dante's hands dropped to his side as the words came out, he just stared at her blankly, not sure how to react, did he shout? did he tell her it was okay? cry... what...? Dante just turned and walked towards the bathroom without a word and went inside, he stopped inside and turned to face the mirror above the sink, trying to process this through his mind. Dante lowered his head as his shadows moved to the door, closed it and without thinking he just brought his head back and threw it hard against the mirror, slamming his forehead against the mirror causing it to crack all over and slice his forehead open a bit, allowing blood to run down his face and drip on to the floor, drips that had then became mixed with tears as he cried.
History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived
Valeria a thin stream of tears went down her face, I knew it... I knew it! she cried out load as she broke one of the plates out of rage. She brushed her head backwards, then stared at the ceiling. She knew this wasn't going to work out, now he wouldn't look at her the same way again! His squad will never ever come back! She's making his life a living hell. She immediately walked off to her bedroom and began to pack her stuff into her suitcase. Don't wish to stay here any longer. she said to herself, but that will make it worse. It was better then seeing the person that got you out of your career in your home. She stopped packing then silently cried. She stood up and went to the bathroom not bothering to knock, and froze at the sight of a broken Dante. I'm a monster now... with in second she went straight to aid him.
Dante turned his head slowly to look at Valeria as the blood and tears continued to drip, she thought she was the monster? he could tell by he face she was feeling just as bad as he was and he cared for her a lot, seeing her in this state was just upsetting him more and he didn't know what to do so when she came to his aid he suddenly just wrapped his arms around her, placing one around her waist and his other hand gently resting on the back of her head holding her against him as the tears and blood continued to drip. Dante just wanted to hold her at the moment, he couldn't blame her for what happened, they were both killing on another mans orders so how could he blame her for what he did, he's sure he's killed many people with friends or families in his career, he couldn't hold it against her... "I'm s-sorry... Val...." Dante said stilling leaking tears at a faster rate than his blood.
History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived
Valeria was caught by surprise when Dante embraced her. She thought he was mad and hated her, she was wrong. He really loves me... She wrapped her hands around him while tears were running along her face. She knew the waterworks will be acting up sooner or later. She looked up at him when he apologize, she pressed her head against his chest. I-I'm...sorry too..Dante. she also apologized as she hugged him tighter.
Dante kept hold of her as he began to calm down a little,"I don't blame you... we were just... both puppets in another's war..."Dante said kissing the top of her head and sighing, "I...I..." Dante said clutching her a little more, "love you..." he said closing his eyes, starting to calm down more now. Dante felt a little bad as he had always vowed to avenge his fallen comrades but there was no way he could do that. As Dante thought about that day more he was ambushed and only shot once in the abdomen, he was caught by surprise and could have easily be shot in the head... did she miss or choose to miss his vital points?
History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived
Valeria widen her eyes when Dante said the three magically words. She notice he was calm down now and saw less tears coming down from his eyes than before. Her breathing became more relaxed and wasn't like hyperventilating like before. She rested her head on his chest, hearing his heart beat. I..love you too. she said finally her tears have stopped only leaving the mark of the trail of it. She was glad that the topic was leaving the building and things will be normal again well normal is not good word, things will be going smoothly again. Though if Dante has any addition to ask, she'll answer now that he knows the basic truth about the ambush. She looked up at him and had a concerned look on her face because of the damage on his forehead.
Dante blushed and smiled as she replied with the same words and then he noticed the concerned look that had came on to her face, "What...?" he said as he followed her eyes to his forehead, there was blood on it and on the mirror, "Oh... yeah... I may... need you to kiss something better..." Dante said as he rubbed his eyes a little clearing them of any wet blood and tears. Dante couldn't feel the pain at the moment though due to the shock of the whole conversation they had just had but it was slowly coming back in to a annoying a** sting.
History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived
Valeria let out laugh and after a moment she stopped, I'm not kissing that. she said solemnly, going back to her honest and mischief self. She went out of of his embrace then went to get a slight wet cloth, she got back to him. She gently pulled his shoulders down signalling him to bend a bit to wipe the blood and tears off his face. At least there wasn't any awkward silence and the conversation would be a thing of the past.
Dante knelt down a little for her so she could reach his forehead to clean it, he was glad that they were able to get through that without any problems beside a bit of blood of course, "You could kiss my lips instead doc"Dante said with a small smile on his face and his eyes fixed on hers. Things were going to be okay it seemed and he was happy, he'd just got use to being surprise attacked.
History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived
Valeria wiped off the mess off Dante's face and made sure not to hit the wound on his forehead. She stared at Dante, she lightly brushed his lips with her thumb. No need to flirt sir, we both now those don't work on me. she said in a somewhat authority voice similar to a doctor voices. Don't touch it! she warned him not to touch his injury if he was planning to. Were is your first aid kit? she asked.
Dante chuckled lightly, "I wasn't going to touch it..." he said and he then pointed to a small drawer next to the sink, "Its in there" Dante said as he stayed in place, figuring she was going to be play the part of a full legit doctor and have him be a patient with the proper rules that come with it, this was bound to look adorable no doubt.
History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived
Valeria walked over to the direction were he keeps his first aid kit. She opened the drawer and took out the first aid kit. Lets see then. she placed the kit on the counter then opened it. Her head moved away like something popped in front of her face. She wasn't the kind of person that knows a lot of medical stuff. She stared at the items inside blankly. I know how to make a wound become worst than better. she said turning to Dante. I don't think it would be wise to have her as I doctor. But I'll try! she said as she got out bandages and a chemical. Are ready for the process, sir? she asked.
Dante looked to the items in her hand then back to her face, "Do you know what you are doing...?" Dante asked as her words made him wonder if they should just go to the hospital instead, what if she some how got it to hurt more or made it worse? not sure how that would be possible but he didn't really want to find out either. Dante looked to his mirror and sighed as he needed to buy a new one and then he looked back to Valeria, "alright lets do this"
History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived
Valeria nodded her head at his question and was ready to go. She took the wet cloth and quickly rinsed it, she went over to Dante then gently patted the injury with the cloth. She placed the cloth on the counter then took out a ball of cotton, she opened the lid off the chemical then placed the cotton on the opening. She quickly faced the bottle upside-down then upright again. She took the soaked cotton, Okay, sir this will sting a little. she said in a comforting voice. She then patted the cotton against his wound once she was done she wrapped his forehead with the bandage then plant a kiss. She combed his hair with her fingers to make his bangs fall down on his face hardly seeing the bandage. And we're done! she clapped her hands.
