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Memento	By : Demonized Category: +A through F > Far Cry Series Views: 586 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Jason meekly sits on Vaas' living room couch and hugs V to his chest while Vaas paces around the living room. He seems to be muttering something under his breath in Spanish, and he stops every few minutes or so to look at Jason. The expression in his dark gaze never changes. There is a deep-rooted pain and sadness, and it makes something deep in his soul ache. It is all so very confusing.
Don't you remember me?
"I'm sorry I can't remember," he says it softly, but Vaas obviously hears him as he breaks the strange pacing cycle he's been on and is suddenly kneeling in front of him.
"No, no, no! Don't apologize! This isn't your fault, Jason." His hands tentatively settle on both sides of Jason's legs, careful to not touch him. It's almost as if Vaas is afraid that he will disappear if he is to touch him. "This is not your fault."
We grew up together, and we…
Jason knows it isn't, but it certainly feels like it. Vaas knows who he is; remembers him so well that even after nearly nine years he still hasn't forgotten him. The question is why though? His thoughts are cut short by the soft jingle he has as his phone's ringtone. Vaas pulls away at the sound, leaving him to pull the phone out of his pocket, and goes back to pacing.
The caller ID notifies him that it's Grant calling, likely to check up on how his move-in is going. He unlocks the phone and raises it to his ear, his gaze going to Vaas and following the man as he goes back and forth. Like a caged animal. "H-hey…" The words get stuck in his throat, even though he's sufficiently calmed to speak now, so he coughs slightly to clear his airway. "Hey, Grant."
"Everything going okay, J?" Vaas halts again and turns to watch him, his gaze mostly on the phone.
"I'll be fine, Grant," he says without realizing, and he hears the sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line all too clearly. Jason knows it's too late to backpedal because Grant has been protecting him for years from the bullying and ridicule.
"J, what happened?" Grant asks at the same time Vaas asks, "Is that your brother, Jason?"
Jason doesn't know who to answer first. His grip on the phone tightens and he immediately turns his gaze away from Vaas. He swallows thickly and hugs V to his chest a little tighter. Within a matter of seconds, Vaas is kneeling in front of him again and very gently touches his unoccupied cheek. Jason allows his gaze to be directed back towards Vaas and he takes in the dark look on the man's face.
"Let me speak to him, Jason." Vaas carefully pries the phone out of his hand, and Jason doesn't have the will to stop him. He doesn't move from where he is kneeling as he raises the phone to his ear. "It's been a really long time, Grant, but I'm sure you remember who I am."
There is a moment of pure silence on the other end of the line, then a sharp exhale and several curses. Vaas does his best to keep a neutral expression on his face, so he doesn't scare Jason, but he can't help the dark look that he is currently sporting.
"Vaas?!"
"Sí." Vaas can almost feel the anger pouring through the phone, anger that Grant Brody has no right to direct towards him. It is Vaas who has every right to be angry, for his own sake as well as Jason's.
"What the fuck are you doing near my brother, you sick fuck?! This is all-"
"Don't you dare fucking accuse me of this!" He hisses out because he already blames himself when he knows it is not his fucking fault. "You don't know a goddamn thing except for the lies your fucking parents fed to you. I didn't take advantage of Jason, ever!"
Confusion and traces of fear fill those huge green eyes while his little sweetheart tries to fill in the pieces. Only there's nothing to help him form the puzzle that is his memories. He's so heartbreakingly beautiful, and it just fuels the fire he feels towards Jason's family.
Vaas takes in a deep breath and ignores the vitriol that Grant is blindly spitting at him from the phone. Keeping his touch gentle, he brushes his thumb across Jason's jaw, happiness curling through him when he doesn't flinch away from the gesture. "I would never hurt you. Ever. You are my heart, my soul, and my everything."
Jason blinks owlishly at the Spanish then cutely scrunches his face up. The fear is thankfully gone. "What does that mean?"
Vaas knows he shouldn't take things too far when Jason doesn't remember anything, but goddamnit he's going to be selfish. "You mean everything to me, Jason. That's what that means." In not so many words.
"I do?" Jason frowns, his eyebrows furrowing slightly, and Vaas gives him a pained smile.
"I'm gonna help you get your memories back, Jason. I promise you that." Vaas rubs his thumb along Jason's jaw one more time then pulls away and returns the phone to his ear. Grant has thankfully gone silent, probably from having realized that Vaas isn't listening to his shit talk. "Now, Grant, I know this might really difficult for you to understand, but I really care for your brother. Really, truly care for him, and it's been, what, nine years? Nine years is a very long time to care for someone who was taken away from you, but you wouldn't understand that."
"Like you know what we've had to go through!" The venom is still there, but Grant sounds more sedated now.
"Oh? I think I know perfectly well what you've had to go through, and it doesn't fucking compare. None of it compares to what your family did to us." Vaas growls and moves from the floor. Jason follows him with his gaze, questions probably burning on his tongue. At least he isn't scared anymore. "So what did they do to make Jason forget? They take him to someone, get him hypnotized? They get a procedure performed on him to remove the memories?"
"They didn't! They wouldn't hurt him!" Grant doesn't sound sure enough to convince Vaas, not that such a thing would have been possible.
"If that helps you sleep better at night, then keep thinking that." Vaas ends the call then holds the phone out for Jason to take. It's taken with a little hesitation and is slowly pocketed. "I have something I want to show you, okay?"
"Okay," Jason says the word slowly, uncertainty in his eyes.
"I'll be right back." Vaas smiles faintly then goes into his bedroom.
Jason doesn't know what he should make of Vaas, but the man seems sincere. Even if he is a bit rough around the edges. Sincere, protective, angry and so very sad. There is something else when Vaas looks at him, something he isn't sure he wants to name when he can't even remember the man.
It is several minutes before Vaas comes back out of his bedroom with something held behind his back. He looks nervous, a weak smile on his face. "When we were kids I remember we used to drag these toys around with us everywhere. I had that dragon you now have, and you had this." He brings a stuffed tiger, slightly smaller than the dragon, out from behind his back. It's white instead of orange and looks a little more worn than the dragon toy. "You had this when I first met you."
Jason stares at the tiger toy for a long moment and he knows it. He remembers having it from before. He wants to reach out and touch it, but there's a sharp piercing pain in the back of his head that quickly radiates outwards. He doesn't even realize that he's grasping at his head, which feels like it's splitting open, and screaming. Before he knows it he blacks out.
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