Vincent - Amethyst

_{Good Bond}


You can’t always be right. He had learned that since he had been here… learned that from his adoptive family. But you couldn’t always be wrong, right?

Amethyst sat back in the chair he was sitting in, swallowing thickly. The room was dimly lit—which was rather unusual. The library always had constant activity, but today… today was different. Almost everyone was gone… Yami was gone for another week at a conference in Aidul and Kaelin had taken Trinity and Christine into Aurora City to try and calm the masses.

He had been requested to attend as well but he had declined. He knew what was going to happen. They were going to blatantly lie through their teeth about how honored they were for their presence—but in reality they feared them. Trinity, Christine and himself all had tell-tale signs that they were decedents of a higher power—creatures molded by the hands of the goddesses’ themselves. Was there proof? Of course not, just speculations—silver hair and for Trinity and Christine, gold eyes. His eyes were not gold, but violet. His divinity however maintained itself through the strange charka on his forehead…

Most of the people who would be showing up for the service were only going for that one time… They probably never attended church regularly, nor worship them privately, maybe not even believe in them. They just wanted to play pretend, make sure that they had secured themselves in the Heavens by sucking up to the closest thing that they told themselves was holy. Trinity and Christine would play-pretend to keep others smiling, Amethyst, however, would have none of that. Damn the floods, damn the droughts, damn the disease. There was no way that the goddesses were testing their faith through such means.

Besides, even if it was true, Amethyst didn’t want to deal with guilty tears and chokes sobs of sinners, or feel the sick clinging to his hands and begging him for tranquility after death. He was not a messenger for the goddesses…

His left eye twitched slightly and his eyes continued to search silently out the window. Through the trees he could make out the lake. It was nearly dusk and the sky had begun to turn gray with a sliver of orange rising around the trees canopies. It was peaceful. Much better than anything he would have to suffer through at the church.

The door creaked opened and Amethyst turned his head sharply. He relaxed after a moment seeing that it was only his brother Vincent.

Vincent smiled rather apologetically and stepped into the library, “Sorry… I know I’m not supposed to be here, but I seemed to be a little more scattered brained than usual. Forgot my notes.” He made his way across the room and pushed aside a stack of books, “Ha, just where I left them.” He cradled the papers into his arms and turned away, but paused midway to the door. He blinked quietly with his wide crimson eyes—they were so gentle and naïve that it made Amethyst smile in return, “Are you all right Amethyst? Why aren’t you in Aurora?”

“For the same reason as you.” Amethyst replied quietly.

Vincent’s face flickered with a trace of annoyance, but then he began to look rather confused. “…I’m… not there because I live in Xidan… I don’t do much in Aurora anymore… Especially not take place in their festivals. Unless Papa or Father ask me to.”

“Don’t think so deeply about it, Vincent.” Amethyst said, chuckling. The white-haired man shifted and rested his feet up on the desk, his delicate hands folded neatly onto his stomach and he continued to stare out the window. “I don’t want to have to deal with all the lying, sacrilegious, sinning nobodies.”

Vincent stood quietly for a moment, head tilted slightly, his eyes searching the ground. His lips parted in thought before he shook his head. “I’m sorry? I don’t know what you mean.”

“Sure you do, Vincent.” Amethyst tone was cool, quiet, calculated. “You don’t believe that all of the strain on the environment is the work of the goddesses. You don’t even think they exist.”

Vincent took in a slow breath, his hands clenching the papers in his hands. His face tightened with irritation—something that was rare for even him. “Amethyst, I don’t know where you come off, but my personal business is my own. You can’t make assumptions based on some false sense of superiority.”

Amethyst actually looked rather surprised. It wasn’t so much the words that had startled him, but the way Vincent’s voice had shook when he had said it. He… had actually been mad. Amethyst couldn’t even count amount of instances on one hand of when he’d heard Vincent’s voice sound like that. It was a rarity. It involved pushing buttons that should not have been pushed.

Vincent struggled visibly for a moment before he sighed, “I’m sorry, Amethyst. I didn’t mean that.” He took in a deep breath and then moved to sit next to his younger brother. “You seem kind of bugged about something. Would you like to talk?”

Amethyst shrugged slightly, avoiding the others worried stare. After a moment Amethyst sighed, “You’re someone that doesn’t think suffering is needed. I’ve watched you, watched the way you cringe when you see someone step on some little insect. The way you flinch when you see two people fighting. You think it’s unnecessary. I do too.”

Vincent sat back quietly in the sofa. The papers he held were lying forgotten in his lap. Slowly, the demon shook his head and reached up to fix his glasses absent-mindedly, “No.”

“No?” Amethyst turned his curious gaze to his older brother.

“You don’t think that suffering is unnecessary.” Vincent said quietly, standing. “You just think… that you shouldn’t have to punish yourself by being around it.” He swallowed thickly and it seemed like he was fighting tears. Vincent wasn’t emotional, so the tears were rather startling. “You think… that you’re smarter than everyone else around you. You think that just by looking at people, observing them, you know their hopes, dreams and desires. Yet, you never once stop and ask about them. You assume.”

Amethyst stared up at his brother, his eyes searching the others face, thoroughly confused. Amethyst’s lips were parted slightly and he couldn’t quite shake the feeling that he had just been scolded.

Vincent opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, but then he sighed harshly and made his way to the door. When his hand found the doorknob he paused and his head dropped. “For your information, Amethyst, I do believe in the Goddesses. Laienor is the sole reason why I became a doctor, and why I don’t seek conflict with those who are misunderstood and misguided.” He looked over his shoulder and his crimson eyes were narrowed. He had a frighteningly similar appearance to their father. “I may be a researcher so that I can find ways to limit suffering, but that doesn’t mean I don’t think it’s necessary. I help people because they in turn help me. Easing their pain lets me go to sleep at night knowing that I made a difference. That may be selfish, but without pain and suffering then there could be no love and healing. They balance each other out. You can’t have one without the other.” He struggled for a moment, but clenched his teeth together tightly. “Good night, Amethyst.”

Vincent shut the door quietly behind him and Amethyst continued to stare silently at the closed door, as if waiting for his brother to return and tell him that he was just kidding and say, ‘You were right, Amethyst. You’re always right.’

Vincent did not return.


[Ramirez]

<sub>A/N:Story bond 21/81 of a project I'm working on.

Holy wow. That took forever to think of how to end that story bond. Vincent isn't gone forever. He just didn't come back to say "You're right, Ammy!" I wasn't sure if that was clear when I wrote it, but that's what that meant.

Laienor is the Goddess of Love in their world.

I also find it entertaining how much Amethyst denies the goddesses at first when he is, in actuality, a Fallen Angel. I suppose it's part of his... training to get in touch with his own feelings. The goddesses aren't intervening to remind him who he is, but will allow him to work out his confusion on his own. Amethyst was kicked out of the Heavens because he refused to have anything to do with the sick and suffering souls. He has issues with being around suffering because he is, and very much so, a selfish person.

Vincent... is a very caring and loving person. He's not so much of a doctor, but more of a researcher. He does occasionally work with people, but that's just when he's gotten his research to work and... needs test subjects. Sounds kind of evil mad-genius, and of course, he will have a few repercussions 'experimenting' on people. Though, he does it to help, not to inflict suffering. Medicine can't evolve without testing D:</sub>


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