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“Vincenzo Giovanna and Hanako Arasaka with their cat Nibbles, exclusively for our latest issue! Get the details of their love straight from the most powerful couple this world has ever seen.”   

I rarely show (if at all) the beginnings of the relationship Vincent and Hanako have. The short answer is that I want to focus on those good times because working with them brings me joy.

However, it doesn't mean I don't include those bad scenarios in my headcanon. I do, and here is one of them (been sitting in my head since I saw EEAAO and did it because of a stupid meme LOL).

My Hanako doesn't understand what love is. How could she with the life she had? A life that made "love" a duty, a condition to fulfill, wrapped in golden gift paper soaked in poison.

She doesn't understand Vincent would do some things for her just because she asked. She doesn't understand his kindness has no price, nor she knows how she hurts him not even trying to once choose herself over Arasaka.

Vincent is ready to be with her, but all she has to do is ask which she never really does.

"Save travel, V. And thank you for your service." Her bland voice somehow became sharp like a knife stabbing his heart.

Was everything he did for her, just a service? Was he just a mere mercenary she hired to do the job? Was there nothing else at all? Were her actions just a game to make sure, he will do everything she wants till the end? Or perhaps, there was a glimpse of hope, that for Hanako, there was something there as well?

Vincent refused to believe that her prolonged staring at him when no one looked didn't mean anything. Or, the text messages about everything and nothing from encrypted numbers had no value to her, even though a second of her life is worth more than Vincent's will ever be. After all, Hanako went as far as telling Saburo fucking Arasaka, that he - Just V - is one of a kind. And it was her - Hanako fucking Arasaka - who not long ago kissed him in the elevator. 

Even though her actions broke his heart several times before, every time he refused to give up himself. 

"That's it? No "Call me when you get to the space station?" 

To his surprise, Hanako's porcelain face broke its perfect image, as her eyebrows lifted, but not a sound escaped her ruby lips. Just like the soundless dench of the blood of the people he killed for her. "Okay, I see..." He looked at the floor. It really is it.

Hanako haven't moved an inch when Vincent turned away from her. Nor objected as the only sound between them was the squeaking noise of the wooden floor. The sad irony of his delusion had its stupid consequences in his head...

“So even though you have broken my heart yet again, I wanted to say…" He stopped and turned to her for the last time. 

She was watching him carefully as he smiled at her. He wanted to remember her like that. Confused, but giving that precious gaze just to him.

"In another life, I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you.” 

Hanako, you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind

Happy White Day!