℣; — Vanitas stood by and watched the red head leave his room, hearing that clearly upset tone didn’t exactly make the raven particularly happy. The golden hues stared at the artist, eyes beginning to fog with water, no doubt tears. He hated this, hated making the red head feel like he didn’t matter, when all Axel was trying to do was help. No, normally he wouldn’t push away his fiance, he’d hold him close and tell him all his problems, but this.. this was something off the charts. As Axel left his room, the raven trying to hold back his crying as long as possible, but just as the raven heard the knob twist for the artist to leave, he began to sob loudly, almost choking him.
As he heard the door shut, the raven collapsed to his knees, arching his back and violently banging his head to the carpet of his bedroom, hand tugging at the raven spikes. “Fu…Fuck… saaake” He cried, tears flooding his face, aggressively pulling at more of his hair. This couldn’t be happening. Surely it was some kind of sick joke. His fiance wouldn’t kill his family would he? The sick, dark thought of him being next in line occurred to the raven. No. This was all wrong. Regretting smashing his phone he picked up the suddenly weak form of himself to make his way to the kitchen, picking up the wireless house phone and trudging back to his bedroom. Thankfully he had a number he could use to contact the last person he spoke with. He’d broke his phone a few times before in the past, so times like this, were extremely convenient.
The phone rang, Vanitas’ heart was beating rapidly, biting his lip, grinding his teeth, high pitched sobs rang through his apartment, waiting for a response.
"Ahh.. Vanitas, we thought we’d be expecting you to call back. Not so sure that red head is telling the truth now?"
Vanitas stayed silent, thinking carefully of his next words. He could easily continue his rant, screaming down the phone to someone he didn’t know or care to know, or actually listen. Listening and coming to some arrangement would kill him, but so would denial. “Be here, ten minutes, bring whatever fucking proof you think you have.. I can honestly prove it all to be wrong.” A shaky thumb hovered over the phone, pressing the red phoned button. If they brought down there so called ‘proof’ he could put it all to shame and have it all ended. So why did something inside him, deep inside him think ‘What if?’ What if the guy was right, what if Axel really killed his brother, and even worse.. what if he had to kill his own fiance. Breathing ragged, struggling to hold himself up. The raven screamed again, bringing a fist up to punch his cupboard in front of him. Shortly bringing another clenched fist to punch his cupboard with violent force, acting as if it were some boxing bag. At first it was more of a determined punch, an angry expression, not soon after was it followed by more sobs, the raven leaning his forehead against the cupboard, still punching and suddenly gasping in pain at something sharp. A shattering noise meant parts of Vanitas’ mirror cascaded to the floor, a small shard cutting the ravens bare skin. Instead of caring, he just fell to his knees, his whole world shattering just like that mirror.
The raven soon brought his sobs to an abrupt halt, his hand now trickling with scarlet. He should’ve probably wrapped something on it, placed his arm under the sink. Standing up slowly, as if he’d injured his entire body he trudged to the front door. His bloodied hand reached out, realizing just how sever it was he winced, opening the door to see them same guys stood before him. He didn’t so much as blink at the other men, just watched them walk in. Sighing and staring out into the corridor, quickly bringing his head out of the frame to search for his fiance. Nothing. He must have left. What the fuck have you done Vanitas? God, telling the other to leave was one thing, but considering he was his world, this was so much harder than it might have been when the two first started dating.
He slammed the door, following the other men who had comfortably helped themselves to the stools in the kitchen the raven slowly sticking his hand under the sink, eyes glaring at the other men. “Let’s just get this over and done with..” he said, muttering under his breath, the others looking rather chilled as if they’d expected this, planned this.
"Very well…" A devilish smirk emerged on the leaders face as he brought out his pieces of evidence from a suitcase. "This was found at the crime scene.. I don’t know if this means anything to you.." Vanitas kept his hand under the water, craning his neck to check what the other was showing. It was a picture of him and Axel. True, they had loads, but this one was printed, Vanitas gave it to Axel especially. He wouldn’t put it past his fiance to lose it, but to have it somehow at the crime scene. "Could’ve just been passing by.. Brother might have found it.." His reasons sounded pointless, pathetic. "Right, what else ya got.." he shook the water from his hand, trying to not let himself break down again.
"We have these.. DNA prints, Axel’s DNA matched those found on the shirt of your brother." The other sounded genuine, his tone so casual. Vanitas looked at the DNA results. Little did the raven know, but both pieces of so called ‘evidence’ were a set up. The guys had previously swept across Vanitas’ apartment, Axel’s wallet was left on the side, they slipped out the picture. The shirt Vanitas’ brother had also been wearing was one of Vanitas’ that he’d borrowed, Axel had just happened to have prints all over it. It was just a chance they took but it worked.
Vanitas choked back his tears. This couldn’t be real, this ‘evidence’. “We have more if you want we have-“
"Just… leave." The raven cut them off with a threateningly cold tone, almost whispering his words, but a growl emitted them. The other men paused, waiting for Vanitas to comment on what he’d seen. "Just.. Fucking.. LEAVE!" He screamed at the men, none of them flinching. The leader had done exactly what he’d wanted, make Vanitas believe everything he’d said was the truth, though Vanitas looked away at this point, the male smirked, leaning forward and whispering almost seductively into the raven’s ear. "Look, I get it.. You don’t want to believe he did this.. But, you do know the only way this can all end.. right?" Vanitas froze, eyes never meeting the other. "We both know you have a very shiny gun your father gave you not so many years ago, right? I know a lot about you Vanitas.. Look, you kill Axel, all this is over. You’re only putting your own life on the line otherwise.. Just think about that." And with that, they disappeared, door shutting lightly behind them.
Vanitas stayed completely still, not breathing, not crying, not even sobbing. He looked at his still bloodied hand, he really needed to clean that up. What could he do? His mind was completely fucked, dark thoughts crossed his mind, he didn’t want to ever go back to those ways.. or drugs. No, that was never the answer. The raven loved Axel, more than anything in the world. Like hell could he kill him. That was just not an option, he’d rather Axel kill him, he’d rather live a lie of happiness. Yes, that’s what he was going to do. If he could carry on, pretending it never happened.. Then it didn’t happen. None of this happened.. Right.
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