Vergil had decided the moment he sat down in homeroom that he wasn't going to stay.  Instead, right before the bell rang, he got out of his chair, grabbed his bags, and muttered an excuse he wasn't feeling good as he rushed out.  The teacher didn't stop him because the look on his face gave her pause, having seen it once or twice before right before someone threw up.  Vergil did actually feel like throwing up, but not from being physically ill exactly.  Mostly he was afraid, afraid something would happen today as it had the other night and the events that had been plaguing him for some time since starting the school.  But in a way, Vergil just wanted his pain to end so he wouldn't have to worry anymore.  Heading outside, the sun shining brightly despite the mood he was in, Vergil brushed a couple of stray black hairs out of his face and walked to the cemetery.  He didn't know what he was going to do once he got there, but two hours later saw him in front of the place.<br/><br/>The place was as peaceful as he remembered, two sakura trees on either side of the iron gate which was usually always open, as it was then.  Going inside and making his way through the maze of headstones to where his grandfather was located, Vergil stopped before a small but ornate gravestone, kneeling down to run a hand across the writing.<br/><br/><em>Dajima Smith<br/>Loving Grandfather, but taken before his time.<br/>Born May 3rd, 1952<br/>Died August 4th 2000</em><br/><br/>Vergil bowed his head and offered his respects as he normally did.  "I know...that whatever has been happening hasn't been you Grandfather.  You...you would never hurt a fly...you were always smiling and laughing.  Not once...did I ever see a sad look in your eyes or anger pass across your face.  You would never...hurt me...as that THING, whatever it was, did to me already.  Please...give me strength...a sign...anything to keep on moving forward.  I can't...do this alone....I can't...I just...can't.  I'm sorry...I'm sorry I couldn't save you....ten years ago...I wish I could...change things.  I need you...now more than ever....but it's my fault you're gone."  Whatever strength had brought him there gave out as Vergil fell against the headstone and let his brown eyes fill with tears that quickly fell to the ground as they ran down his face.  "Damn it!  Why couldn't you have let me take that shot!  You damn fool...had to play the hero!  I have been alone since then!  Your selfless sacrifice hasn't done a damn thing!"  The words were born of anger and a hurt soul, and Vergil knew it as he continued to rant and rave, spending his sorrow and anger before finally gathering his things and heading back to the dorm.  It would be about the same time Kari was getting up that Vergil would walk in and plop down on the couch, face first after dropping his bags on the right side.<br/><br/>((Searched for a good one.  Pretty tight quarters lol.))<br/><br/>(http://traveljapanblog.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/japanese-cemetery.jpg)