[{Warning: A bit depressing, but if you wait around there will be fluffy. Also, if you really want to get in the mood of the story, listen to the mix above. Only for the brave souls. And damn do I love this song it gets to me every time ;-; curse you, Hans Zimmer! Jk I love you <3}]

Requested by: nerdygamer18

Every second week of every month of every year at five in the afternoon, a man kneels down in front of a grave. His face always coated with a grim expression and holding a small bunch of red flowers. Quiet whispers are said to the cold stone, drops of mournful water falling onto its surface. The brunette man will sometimes bring a chair, sitting there and talking to the grave until the sun disappears behind the horizon. It's my fault, he always tells himself and he always believes it to be true.

It's November now, a gray, cloud full sky hanging above his head. He carefully puts on a black blazer over his white button up, black business pants tightly hung from his waist, and leather black shoes pointed and shined. Not bothering with what he calls a mess of hair, he strolls down the concrete, red flowers tightly held in hand. As usual, men and women give the man sympathetic looks but he doesn't notice as he stares down at his feet, sometimes running into someone, muttering a small sorry. Merrove Gravesite is one more block and his depressing afternoon will be complete.

His ears could practically hear the faint sound of black and white keys in the distance, playing a mournful melody. It made his heart twinge at the thought. The thought brought back memories of the dark funeral, where barely anyone attended. His brothers and father showed, some of his friends and close friends of his parents. However, that was only about twenty people. How could someone with as kind of a heart as her have barely anyone arrive at her departing?

Barely making it to the site, he trudged along the dying green and pass the stones of final resting places. He found her grave, hidden amongst the others, but it shined brightly in his eyes as if she were calling him. He knelt down in front of her stone and read the words encrypted in the smooth stone.

Zianna Ro'Meave

1967-2015

The man sounded a small prayer, shutting his eyes tightly to force the tears to not escape.

"Hey, Mom. It's uh time to visit you again huh?" A dismal smile forms his lips and his olive hand caresses the smooth, yet frigid surface. His heart felt sunken, his eyes heavy and securely shut. "Mom...I...I don't know why I visit you....maybe I just feel guilty...or I'm trying to make up for my arrogance. You're probably mad at me for not talking to Garroth or Zane about it...or even Dad, but I can't face them. I can't face anyone anymore. What I did...I left you to die...and I'm still here alive. It's...It's all my fault." Sobs escaped, his head falling on his knees. The flowers fell with a soft rustle of petals and his hands fell to his sides.

A breeze swept by, shuffling the brown locks of a shattered man. Leaves followed, not knowing to where they end up. It was a perfect scene for anything depressing and it just made the man feel worse. The graveyard was silent besides the sobbing of a shattered man. It always made him feel empty when he visited her, and he doesn't know why he still goes. The plodding of footsteps was heard, dragging along the ill grass. The brunette ignored it, focusing on his own despair. Just another heartbroken person who lost someone Vylad, he told his mind.

"Hey." A rough voice sounded next to him, startling his sobs. His head slowly turned up towards the voice, sniffling in the process. His forest green eyes met royal blue. The man next to him had azure locks that swept with the breeze, a crimson hoodie cover his torso. His expression was emotionless, but Vylad looked closer in his eyes to find curiosity. Vylad sniffled again, trying to wipe his tears, but failing. "It's difficult, isn't it? To lose someone you care for?" The brunette covered his face with his hand, trying to cover the grossness of a red and saddened face. "I...did not mean to make you feel worse....I just...wanted to talk to you..." His words trailed off, his royal eyes looking down at the grass.

"M-Me...? W-Why...? W-We haven't talked i-in a while, Dante." Vylad's voice stammered from trying to choke down the weeping. The blue-haired male's face reddened and he fiddled with his thumbs.

"N-No reason...I just...we haven't spoken and...I was just worried." He looked up from the grass, azure eyes filled with sympathy and eyebrows lifted up. Vylad could only stare at the man. Why would Dante want to help such a guilty and sorrowful man like him?

"B-But don't you find it a l-little rude to intrude on someone's grieving...?" The blue-eyed male sighed and nodded his head slowly.

"I do, normally. But you just...looked like you needed a shoulder to cry on." More tears flew out of the floodgates and Vylad shakily nodded. The man had never felt so alone until last year, as soon as he lost her. He hadn't smiled, laughed, hung out with anyone, heck, he barely even spoke.

"I don't need anyone to help me. Not to mention, how could you possibly make me feel better when no one else can? I'm just a helpless mess." His words spit out bitterly, causing the other man to jump at the sudden tone. He straightened himself and knelt to the ground beside the depressed male.

"You're not a helpless mess Vylad. I know deep down that there's still that outgoing and childish guy I once knew. One I used to look up to. And I know I can help you. I used to be a close friend, right?" He smiled thoughtfully, hopefully reaching through to him. Vylad sighed, happy memories of his closest friend hitting him like a tidal wave. Back then, Vylad only ever wanted to be around him, hear his voice or his boisterous laughter.

"Okay, try." The emerald eyes looked to his friend, curiosity shining.

"Listen, carefully." Another cold breeze swept by, goosebumps forming on the back of their necks. They turned to face each other, their legs crisscrossed. "Death comes to everyone at some point and we all know that it's going to happen to our loved ones, so why do we still become so depressed when we knew it was going to happen? Because we feel this small hope in the back of our minds that maybe, somehow, they won't die. That they'll be the only human to have ever lived forever. Gravestones mark a departed body, but not the soul. So why do we still visit these hunks of rock? Because we want to believe someone is still there. Vylad, I just...I want you to move on. I'm not saying forget about her, but you're only hurting yourself and I believe that's the last thing Zianna ever wanted for you. Irene, I'm getting really deep. I just can't stand to see you in this state. To see the man who's smile made my day fade away from the world with barely a word goodbye. You...mean a lot to me..."

Tears formed at the corners of his crystallizing blue eyes. "Vylad, after you left I...I felt like I lost everything. I was barely able to hold a forced smile for them because you were always on my mind and every time I thought of you, I felt like crying. I know that's stupid, but it's true. My world was gone and I believed I would never see you again, but then I saw you here one day and I couldn't believe it. I almost broke down on the sidewalk there, but I held back and decided to leave you alone in case you didn't want to see me again. So, I'd walk past here almost everyday hoping you'd be here just so I could get even a glimpse of you again. Until today, I finally got the courage to speak to you. Vylad, just do me one favor. Be you again for me please."

Vylad looked into the worried eyes, nodding softly before breaking down and crying in his lap. The other male couldn't take it anymore and pulled the shattered man's torso to his. Comfortingly, he stroked Vylad's back, embracing him tightly as if he were to let him go he would shatter into millions of pieces like a mirror. Vylad's hands gripped tightly on the small of Dante's back, his head in the crook of his neck. "Hey, I don't know if you can feel it, but my heart's racing a mile a minute. You always managed to do that to me, hm?"

They stayed like that for who knows how long, Dante whispering comforting words as Vylad sobbed on his shoulder. They forgot they were in a graveyard, where things are meant to be silent. Vylad reluctantly pulled away, face scarlet from embracing the other man and even crying like a baby in front of him. "Oh, I almost forgot, I've been carrying it around ever since you left, but I think you may want it back now." Vylad looked at him confused as Dante pulled a green fabric out of his sweatshirt pocket. "Whenever I look at it, all I see is you and it tightly wrapped around your neck. I know, I'm sorry I held onto it, but...Irene...I don't know." In his pale hands was the familiar sight of Vylad's signature green scarf. The scarf he never took off ever since his mother gave it to him. He left it behind the day she died but regretted it ever since, so seeing it now in Dante's hands made his heart ache, but happy at the same time. "I hope you're not mad I-"

Vylad studied Dante's somber visage before smiling. His smile was genuine and the first in a long time. "Dante, how could I possibly be mad? You hung onto that stupid rag because it reminded you of me. You're the craziest most adorable person I know." His smile grew before he realized what he had said and immediately covered his mouth.

"Y-You...think I'm...adorable...?" Vylad turned away, a blush forming on his cheeks.

"I...uh..."

"Hold that thought. Let's get out of here." Dante placed his right hand on the surface of Zianna's gravestone before smiling. "Hey, Mrs. Ro'meave. I hope you're doing well wherever you are. I just want to say that you raised an amazing son and he makes me pretty happy. So, thank you." He stood, slowly walking away to let Vylad say his goodbye.

"Sorry about that Mom. I guess this visit will be shorter than the others, but I don't know. Suddenly seeing Dante again gives me a small hope. He's right I need to let you go, but not forget you. I...love you so much. I'm sorry I'm leaving so soon, but I'll be back again, another day, another time. I love you, Mom." He placed a small kiss on top of the stone before walking out of the graveyard to meet Dante waiting for him. He smiled at him, causing Dante's heart to quicken but he smiled back. Suddenly, a green fabric wrapped around Vylad's neck and he looked up to see Dante smiling down at him.

"You look better already. Thanks for smiling for me." They stopped and stood face to face, their blushes and feelings once again developing.

"Dante, is there anyone you love?" Vylad looked up at him hopefully, his smile fading to a shy expression.

"In fact, there is. I lost them before I could tell them, but I recently met up with them again. Maybe I'll get the chance this time now that they're feeling like themselves again." His smile grew wider and Vylad pressed on.

"What are they like?"

"Hmmm. Perfect is a word to describe them. Their smile always makes me feel as if there's nothing wrong in the world. They're a very good looking brunette with eyes that shine like emeralds that always match this little scarf they always wear. Oh, they also are very outgoing, and extremely kind. Again, just perfect." Vylad smiled sheepishly, knowing the description matched his self. He stepped closer, feeling their breaths on each other's faces.

"Well, I believe I know who you're describing and I believe they love you too. They're always reminding me of this blue-haired dreamboat who makes them the happiest person in the world. They say he's the most amazing person they had ever met and never seized to make them laugh. They told me they got separated, but recently found each other again, falling in love again after seeing their entrancing eyes again. We should really set them up." A small laugh came out of the blue-haired male's mouth as he leaned closer to Vylad's lips.

"Yeah, I think they'd want to finally be together after seven long years of denial, don't you agree?" He whispered carefully, still gazing into Vylad's forest eyes.

"Yeah. I've...l-loved...you for a-awhile, D-Dante." Vylad's voice shakily stated, still focusing upon Dante's azure orbs.

"I've...loved you...for awhile now too. Just don't act like Garroth on me like that, alright?" The brunette nodded in response, the tension getting to him.

"Are you going to kiss me yet Mr. Casanova?" He chuckled lightly, causing Dante to smile more before finally placing his red lips onto Vylad's pinkish ones. The brunette wrapped his arms around Dante's neck who placed his hands on Vylad's sides. The moment they'd been waiting seven years for, finally came and they couldn't help but smile as the kiss deepened. Their lips matched together in an endless symphony of harmony, the faint piano Vylad earlier fading into an orchestra of flying colors. Their lips departed, foreheads resting against each other.

"So Vylad, would you care to consider being my boyfriend?" Vylad chuckled again before responding.

"Hmmm...let me think.....yes Dante. I, Vylad Ro'meave would like to be the lovely boyfriend of Dante Agramunt."

"Good because that would've been really awkward if you had said no. Wanna get some coffee?"

Fin.

Yay! First Oneshot completed! I hope you liked it, and this is kind of an idea of what you guys will receive in the future if you continue requesting, so go do that! Also, don't know Dante's last name so RIP made a fake one. When I pictured the scarf thing it actually killed me so rip author. Anyway, thanks for reading and I hoped you liked it again because I tried to make it how I believe they'd confess like they'd be joking about it and then UGHHHH. Okay, see you in the next Oneshot which will probably be a Gaurance lemon lol cuz that's been requested greatly.

~UHW<3