https://www.rpnation.com/topic/232637-remember-me/ Prologue: The night lit up brightly as the thunderous sound of six shots from a pistol rang out. Ignis slowed to a stop, his knees beginning to get weaker and threaten to give out on him. His stomach and chest felt like they were on fire. His breaths began to come out in short, gasping hiccups. What the Hell? What happened? Who shot at him and why? He was...what was he doing? Everything was beginning to blur together. The front of his shirt was riddled with holes and slowly becoming a deep shade of red. "H....h...hhh." He couldn't even get the words out anymore. The pain was too intense. Nanami had a bad feeling about that night, the storm clouds above their trailer sending chills down her spine. Normally she would be cuddled up next to her kids but with the last of her kids having left the nest she would have been with Ignis. But he was nowhere to be found at the moment. She was pacing around the living room when the shots rang out, and she hurried to the door. It couldn't have been far to where the sound came from and soon enough Nanami was takin off into the woods. Ignis heard the cock of a gun again and saw the cold metal glint in the lightning. Thank whatever Gods may be up there that there was the snap of a twig in the woods and the gunman was sent running. He tried to get a glance, but he was far too weak. His arms trembling under his weight, he felt like throwing up, but feared he may lose his innards in the process. The world around him was spinning, he stared blankly at his hands as they became blurs of color stained red by the blood dripping from his mouth and nose. Nanami's foot snapped over a twig, not that she cared. A blurred shape was coming into view, and the harsh stench of blood was filling the air as fast as her tears were starting to fall. Incoherent mumbling spilled from her lips as she ran straight for him, falling to her knees at Ignis' side. "This can't be happening." She mumbled, her fingers tracing his red stained lips and nose. "N.....n...nn-Nanami?" He could barely make out the shape of her face. The color of her hair and eyes the only thing he recognized in his slowly fading state. He went to reach for her hand. To try and take it's warmth in as his body went ice cold, but collapsed instead. Getting a face full of dirt and leaves. Nanami looked down on the sorry state of her husband, though it was hard to distinguish between him and the ground with all the tears pouring from her eyes. "Don't you worry, ok? We are going to get you back and fixed right up." She mumbled gently, taking his hand in hers as she looked at him. "O....ok..cher..." He wheezed out. Turning his head just enough to be able to look up at Nanami. Gripping as tightly as he could at the bottom of her shirt. His chest was moving rapidly and erratically as he struggled to breath and stay away. "I'm so c-cold cher......can we...can we.." He took in a bigger breath to get it out. ".have s-s-some hot chocolate when we get home?" Nanami looked at Ignis and she nodded, pulling him closer to her chest. "Don't worry, we will get you all warmed up when we get back." She mumbled, brushing back his hair and looking at him. "Everything will be just fine, and it will take a while but things would be better" She mumbled, her tears dropping on his face. "Good...." A slight smile graced his face as he felt her pull him in closer. His sharp breaths slowly fading. "I'm sorry cher....for all I put you through..." He closed his big blue eyes and let his head fall closer to her. He was fighting to hold on as long as he possibly could, things did not look bright though. Ignis was fading fast. Everything was going white, but...the pain was going away. It felt far different than he had expected dying to feel. Nanami was still blubbering as she pulled him close to her chest. "I forgive you for everything Ignis, just please don't leave me like this. Not with all of the little ones on my own." She sniffled, holding him close. "I was hoping I would at the least get to see us grow old, in that little cottage in France." She mumbled, pressing her head against his as she wept. "What are you talking ab-bout...I'll still be here." He reached up to wipe the tears from her face. "I'm no going....anywhere." He convulsed as pain shot through his body. More blood seeping through his lips. His teeth were completely stained red. Without much warning he couldn't catch his breath, gasping and choking for air for a moment. Spitting up and unhealthy amount of blood. His eyes shut again as his body began to go limp. Holding close to Nanami. He was going to stay alive until they got home, he had to. "t....take me home...please..." Nanami looked down at the blood now coating her hands. Her heart pounded through her ears as she lifted him up and into her arms easily. He was almost dead weight now, and even the thought of that was making her want to collapse. "Don't be silly. You don't have to be in a specific place. You just have to have me." She said, trying to pull off a joke, which wasn't working on herself. "Funny as ever." He smiled weakly. Letting his body rest more in her arms. His limbs were so numb now. He couldn't move them an inch. He could feel it taking him over, but it wasn't like the episodes he used to have. It was more...comforting. Calling out to him like everything would be okay for some reason. The overwhelming sense to go with it hit him, dragged him ever closer to it. Nanami let herself half walk half limp back to the trailer, her eyes still teary. "I know." She mumbled, pushing open the door and walking inside and sitting herself down on the couch. Rocking Ignis back and forth, Nanami sang softly in latin, not minding the stains that were probably soaking into the couch. The soft tone of her voice carried him off. Letting his body nestle gently in her arms he closed his eyes for the last time and let out a soft sigh his pained breaths ended. His weight fully settling into her body as the wounds finally overwhelmed him. He drifted off to a peaceful place. Blank, but warm and comforting and the voice was there as well. He could not find a source but it leading him somewhere. Saying something about another chance? Whatever that meant. The farther he went the more his memories seemed to disappear. Currently Happening!: It had been years since Ignis had left Nanami alone at the cirque, to live out the rest of her life, which was a very very long life, thinking about him and trying to move on. But the more she had tried to move on the less she found other people appealing. She had slowly recovered over the fact that he was gone, but dating made the memories worse. The most she had had were one night flings, and those came quite often when you wer a litteral angel with glowing skin and red eyes. Looking at herself in the mirror, Nanami called up a new facade, her hair once again cut short like the good old days. Intricate jewels framed her face, and dazzled around her eyes. Long gold earings hung from her ears and a small bow was tied in the longer side of her hair, and her outfit definatly matched. Long flowing sleeves passed her short flowing skirt, that like most of her cloathing was seethrough. Her elaborate suit had smooth cuts through it, creating a swirling pattern that covered the nessisary bit, and left some skin open. Batting her lashes, she put one last jewel next to her eye, checking all her makeup before shoving the door of her trailer open. She had moved her trailer close to the tent so it was a ten second walk inside the backstage area. Walking past everyone, she prepped for her set that evening by starting her stretch. "I cannot believe he dares show his face in public like this...such a childish past time." An older woman scoffed as she watched the sprightly twenty four year old man bound off towards the tent with the energy of a toddler. His curly mahogany hair with dark blond highlights bouncing as he ran. Nice dress pants and a well fitting beige vest and crisp white suit underneath. He didn't care one bit for the odd looks he had gotten. He loved the circus! Especially this one, he had seen it so many times from afar when he was young and now with no reigns holding him back he felt right at home among the crowds and performers. It was the most excitement he'd ever experienced! Literally, he'd been trained to be so prim and proper and act like a gentleman. His parents were so kind and caring but a little too caring for his liking. He was a man now! He could go out on his own without their permission! And as long as he paid the maids and butlers to say nothing and give him a ride... He got as close to the action as he possibly could. Deep, midnight blue eyes watching the ring eagerly. He was a tad....a lot early, but who cares! Only meant a better view and maybe even watching the performers warm up a little! Nanami sighed as she looked out at the ring. A few people were there, but she didn't mind much. Right now there were a few other acts on stage, knife throwers, etc. Nanami smiled and she pushed asside the curtain, the lights from the house hitting her face just right. Letting her shoulders stretch, she twitched her wings slightly, flexing her hands as she headed for the ring that was hanging from the ceiling. Gesturing to the guy in the booth, they started dropping the silks. Climbing up into the ring, Nanami hummed to herself, hanging from the hoop easily. Her blood was rushing to her head but she really didn't care. As she hung upside down she waved at someone who was in the crowd. A handsome someone that looked a lot like someone she knew, but it was too far to tell. Maybe he would be her victem tonight. Sitting back up on the ring, she looked around her, sitting on the ring that was as high as the big top. Grabbing a silk, Nanami wrapped it around her leg, leaning back and stretching out her back. The young man was in complete awe at the first glance of the show he was getting. The skill of the throwers and animal tamers, but what really caught his eye was a young woman with...angel wings?! Wow! That wasn't something you saw every day, such pure beauty! He highly doubted it could be fake, despite what critics had told him. She had to have come from heaven. Not only was she beautiful but talented too. His attention was pulled away from the other acts to watch her skilfully work with the silk scarves with nothing but absolute grace. He stood up and leaned on the edge of the railing to get a better view of it. Applauding whenever she pulled a death defying stunt or something that it seemed no human could ever do. And this was merely a warm up too, he could hardly wait for what was to come later tonight. Maybe after the show he could get some autographs too. "Bravo madmoiselle ange!" he called out to her excitedly. His French accent delicate but unmistakable.