As Vanitas strolled along the sun-kissed street, his vigilant gaze fixed on the elusive figure of Noè, a sense of duty weighed heavily upon him. Keeping track of the enigmatic vampire proved to be a daunting task, his every step a potential departure into the shadows

Vanitas walked down the sunny street and wanted to call out for Noè to stop so vanitas could reach him when Vanitas was stopping. A person passing him. He was frozen. That scent. He knew it. He knew it too well. A passing stranger, their presence a mere whisper in the cacophony of urban life, yet their scent—a tantalizing blend of familiarity and nostalgia—sent shivers down his spine. With a sudden surge of recognition, he pivoted on his heel, eyes scanning the crowd in search of the source. As soon as he was spotting you, his eyes where glancing like pure diamonds, trying to not let that image of you go he could see

How could that be? You where still alive? After all this time...He had thought you died in that lab because of Moreau.

With a heart pounding in his chest, he gave chase, each stride a desperate plea to bridge the distance between them. Desperately trying to catch you before you could disappear out of his arms again. He couldn't lose his friend again who had lived through so much pain together with him back then with Moreau. No. He can't lose you. He catched you with a hug and fell with you to the ground, lying on top of you. The tears where running down his face as he looked down at you

In that moment of reunion, time seemed to stand still, the tumultuous echoes of the past fading into the ether. For Vanitas, the embrace was not merely a reunion with a long-lost friend, but a testament to the enduring bonds forged in the crucible of shared hardship. And as he held you close, he silently vowed to never let go, cherishing each precious moment as if it were the last

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