"Why?"
"Cause I'm a demon slayer and you're a demon."
-x-
It's been 5 years after that incident. Both Shoto and Vox have agreed to never speak of the situation ever again, nor see each other in the making..
It hurt Shoto, it really did. Not being able to see someone he deemed the love of his life, because over his stupid demon slaying job. Needless to say, he chose to quit his job right after. The guilt was just unbearable to him, he couldn't fathom killing his love's species and kind. It felt morally wrong.. Morally sick and twisted, just like in Bakumori.
He was just as fucked up as the rest of them.
Over the years, he had realized the error in his ways. Met people to change his viewpoint of his life and trauma, had better morals and goals that didn't involve slaughtering anyone or anything. He learned to finally enjoy himself, enjoy what he can make and have with the powers the Gods have gifted him.
His powers may have weakened over time but a blessing he still has strong is his life. A sign for him to keep going, for him and for Ether. This time, Shoto was living for himself, not just for anyone else. He knew what he wanted, he knew his plans and goals. And he was content with that, content with what he had.
If so, why was he wide-awake, thinking about Vox?
You'd think after all these years that he'd move on and forget, right? That he wouldn't still be thinking about him every damn night for whatever reason.
Always thinking that Vox was the one that got away from his grasp, because of his stupidity and lack of commitment.
He thinks, has Vox moved on? He scoffed to himself. Are you an idiot, Shoto? Of course Vox has moved on, what are you? A dumbass?
Vox is handsome, smart, funny and more. He probably has a wife and kids by this point, enjoying his life just like Shoto was enjoying his. Happy and content, not regretting anything, right?
There's nothing to regret, they would've never hit it off, it's the world doing them a favor. Vox was beyond what anyone would call a red flag but maybe Shoto was just too much for him. Too much problems and trauma that parting ways might've been the safest option.
It hurts though. Shoto misses him, he always does. Whenever he goes anywhere, he hopes and prays that Vox was near. Them accidentally bumping into each other and catching up as if nothing happened. Or even wishing he was next to him as he slept, playing with his lavender locks as they glided through his fingertips. A comfort and luxury that Shoto still wanted.
But no, it wasn't gonna happen. Not for another 5 years or more, this was the end. No point in continuing what's already broken and bruised.
In whoever's story or point of view, the universe all agreed that they weren't meant to be. Not now, not ever. A sad truth both of them had to learn to face and accept.
-x-
As per usual, Shoto was helping around the guild. He didn't quit being a guild leader, he stayed till the very end, even if he wasn't a demon slayer anymore. He didn't need to be one, he'll help others learn and recover in his guild.
No more stupid fighting or arguing, it was all peace and love. Therapy sessions and learning what's the most important thing to them is, they made quick improvement.
And Shoto loves it, he loves how he changed his sick life to the better. Though, the memories still haunt him every now and again, he can't help but smile at how far he's come.
Grinning widely, he walked towards his room. Opening the door, he was greeted by Mysta. His best friend that he deemed as a blood-related brother if given the chance, he was laying on top of the upper bunk. As per usual, he was occupied with whatever was on his stupid computer. Shoto couldn't care less.
He removed his jacket to freshen up. It's near the summer season which Shoto hated, he never liked warm climates nor temperatures. I mean, who does? The surroundings feel all warm and fuzzy ( not in the good way ) and the humidity is just plain up annoying for his hair, not to mention how everything just feels sticky..
To make the long story short, he despised warmth. Though, some may find comfort in the idea of a hotter climate, he actually felt quite the opposite. Maybe even call the feeling as dread by some extents.
Whatever may the atmosphere be, it never stopped him from not doing shit. Even if he felt like shit, he wouldn't make his shitty day more shit, right? Wait, how many shits was in that sentence again? Nevermind that, he should start his weekly streaming. He has deprived his viewers long enough.
Walking to turn on his computer, he took a small sigh. Today has been such a busy day, but eventually, his computer had finally opened.
He started to set up his mic and all the needed gimicks before starting to hop in his waiting room.
He quietly hummed within the beat and melody of the songs he played as his background music, it was a mix of indie genre and those iconic jp songs that you can't quite grasp the vibe on.
This type of music exactly. Bobbing his head up and down, he finally trasnitioned to show his viewers his wonderful face with lilac hair and lavender eyes. Purple hearts scattered his Twitch chat before a series of quick hello's could be seen flutter about.
He smiled, greeting and waving his fellow viewers or 'guildies', as he likes to call them. Never official guild members but they are official Twitch members so they're kinda one in the same.
Placing on his headset, he finally started playing the game he chose to stream.
-x-
It has been around a full hour before he got a sudden notification.
He didn't think much of it, he always get messages every now and then on stream, what's the difference compared to now?
That's what he thought until he suddenly got a fucking phone call mid stream. Who in gods name think now is the right time to dial up his number?
Vox Akuma
Shoto?