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Babbling
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Betad by Tora-Katana
who is my Lord and
Master ever! Now it looks presentable thnks to her =)
Betad over by Nimlinven
who is my greatest
inspirer and teacher XD
I did try to get to humour here. Really! But the angst did not fade away. T_T
sorry (not sorry really, I get off on it ^_^). I just like torturing Dante. luvvv it! So I am not stopping
until a sloppy fluffy happy end. So beware.
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Chap 02
Sleeping Beauty wakes up
Dante woke up with a start.
He was lying in bed. The air smelled of a hospital.
"Vergil,"
he looked around searching for his brother. Vergil lay on the other bed, next
to him. His body has already regenerated the skin, and the wounds have already healed,
at least on the outside. Vergil was resting.
Relieved, Dante leaned back
and closed his eyes, sinking into the pillows. Why were pillows there? It must
have been Trish, who brought them there. Schneider would have never done so, he
was too lazy.
'Who is there?' whispered
Vergil.
Afraid, Dante pretended he
did not hear.
'I know you are there,
please answer me.'
Vergil was being polite,
and not in an aggressive manner. That was rare. Anyway, that would be really
rude to leave a polite request from an injured person unanswered. Dante slowly
got up. Seeing now that his clothes were still on him, he left the blanket and
moved over to his brother's bed, sitting beside him
'Hey, how are you feeling?'
Dante put his hand on Vergil's shoulder and squeezed a little.
'Where am I?'
'A
hospital. In the human world. Your trip turned out to be a little
rough, didn't it?'
'Yeah. Still, who are you? Your voice
seems familiar,' Vergil opened his eyes and looked at Dante, who almost jumped
off the bed that very instant. However, all Vergil saw was darkness.
'Have you lost your sight?'
asked Dante anxiously.
'Yes and no. It is only
temporary. Part of the price for the ticket here.'
Dante sighed, relieved.
'Why are you here anyway?'
'I am looking for a man. His
name is Dante. He owns an agency that takes up any dirty demon-connected job.'
Distressed at this
declaration, as a gesture of unconscious self-defense, Dante felt the urge to
hug himself, but he just kept stroking Vergil's
shoulder. Dante was suddenly feeling cold, his heart frozen in the ice cage of
his chest. Did Vergil want to kill him? Did he just want Yamato back?
'Why do you need him?'
'Why should I trust you
with my answer?'
'Because I am a human that
happens to know this person you need?'
'Alright, I'll tell you.
Honestly, I can not remember a lot of things because I was in between the
worlds for too long. But I recall that this was the man to turn to if
everything went really bad.'
Vergil
thinking of him as a last hope? No freaking way!
'And he also should know
where my brother is.'
Dante could not believe
what he heard. Vergil was convinced that his brother and Dante from the agency
were two different people. Well, to have memories that messed up you have to
stay like for eternity between the worlds.
'And what is the name of
that brother of yours?'
'Don't know. The more I try
to think of it, the more my head hurts. I believe though that this person,
Dante, will help me. It feels like he had always been there for me.'
Now, something was really
wrong with Vergil. Thinking of Dante as reliable? As help? As
being there for him, always?
It hurt Dante. He wished it
was the Vergil he knew - telling him these words, openly. He wished he could be
useful, at least once.
Maybe he finally had a
chance.
'How long will it take for
your eyes to heal?'
'I will have to order a
remedy. The one that comes not from the human world. If
I could only find that person�'
'Okay, shut up for now. I
will see what I can do. Seems strange though, the Vergil I heard of being so
talkative, letting a complete stranger know so much.'
'So you know me.'
'You have no fuckin' idea how much I know you. You are my bloody
nightmare.'
'Is that so.
Anyway, consider my inability to move and the loss my of
sight. I have no memories whatsoever about anyone, apart from this Dante
person, who could be of some help to me. I guess it would be my priority to try
to befriend someone in order to get things going.'
'Well this sounds more like
the full-of-crap smartass that you are.'
'Thanks for the compliment.
And you sound like that shitty crackpot I have the misfortune to be the brother
of. Is he by any coincidence an acquaintance of yours, that
wag?'
How could Vergil not
remember his own brother?
'Maybe� just� shut up
already, stop babbling and rest. When your noble ass arrived to our hellhole of
the world, you had almost all your skin burned off. And I must point out, you
still lack an arm.'
'I do? I do not feel half
of my body, so I can't tell.'
'Of course you don't feel
anything! You have more painkillers in you than blood. Regeneration brings
horrible pain, so consider yourself lucky.'
'Oh.'
'Yeah.'
Dante went silent. It was
so nice to have this stupid chitchat with his brother. So
nice and unbelievable. It made Dante angry. He did not want to pretend anymore,
he did not want to hear insults. He did not want to fight with Vergil. Tired of
all this save-the-world bullshit, Dante wanted to talk to Vergil about clothes,
guitars, girls� For once, he longed for a couple of friendly words from his
brother.
'Oi,
Dante, you up already?' Trish opened the door, holding a couple of packs with
blood for Vergil.
'So you are Dante?'
Vergil stated, stunned at the revelation.
'Trish, you have the worst
timing ever,' came Dante's sepulchral voice.
'Oh, and he is also awake. Here's
the blood for the patient.'
'Throw that trash away,'
Dante frowned, glaring daggers at Trish. She obediently flung the packs to the
bedside table and leaned onto the wall.
'How did the heartwarming
reunion go?'
'Your word choice is more
than tactless, Trish. Listen, if you really want it so much, we'll talk about
family problems later, mum. For now let me introduce Vergil to you, a demon who
had his memories muddled up, who seeks the help of a man by the name of Dante �
your humble servant here � and who can recollect nothing of his brother. Even the name'.
'Now that is a surprise. We
will talk of family matters at home, my dear son, now that much is evident. And
I feel honored to be able to meet you again, Vergil.'
'Did we meet before?'
inquired the latter weekly.
'I am Trish. I helped you
flee from Mundus after your small failure, remember?'
'I see. Nice to see� more
like, nice to hear you again. I am temporarily blind.'
'That explains a lot,'
Trish eyed Dante sitting near Vergil with his hand on his brother's shoulder.
'You helped him?'
'Talk at home, my dear son,
I never knew if he escaped,' smiled Trish.
'Fine,
fine. As of
today I guess I will be helping this arrogant twit with whatever problems he
got in the Demon world.'
'You
sure?' Trish
doubted if Dante was able to endure this confused Vergil.
'I have decided. Or would
you rather I went back to my couch?'
'Nope, let it be like you
say!' horrified by the purple couch threat, Trish quickly agreed.
'So� I'd like to take Vergil�'
his brother's name was unfamiliar to his tongue. So strange: a name that was
always on his mind was so difficult to say aloud. 'ho�
I mean, to Devil Never Cry.'
"I want to take you
home, brother."
'To that
tornado-stricken dump of yours?'
'Not an expert on running a
household, are you, Dante?'
'Guess not,' hearing his
name spoken by Vergil's lips sent a shiver of desperation down Dante's spine. 'Could
you� refrain from calling me that, please?'
'Alright,
why?'
'Brings
back unpleasant memories.'
'Tied by the past, just
like me, huh? I have a number of matters left unsettled. Like the one with this
jester of a brother of mine.'
'What with your brother?'
'When I finish my business
with the Demon world, I have to find him and give him one good spanking.'
Trish had never before seen
Dante showing so much and so little emotion at the same time as during this
short conversation. Now again the shadow of well-hidden grief made Dante's face
look too serious. Some inner reflex dulled his ability to feel pain, saving the
demon hunter from breaking down.
'Why so?' he took his hands
off Vergil and carefully placed them on his knees, keeping himself from any
unnecessary words or actions.
Too composed, too distant,
this person sitting near Vergil was not like Dante at all.
'Apart from being an
insolent jerk, he�he was in my way to getting power I needed so much.'
'Why did you need it?'
Trish saw Dante's hands
tremble. He could not stand this conversation anymore. His head down, Dante was
shaking like a child scared to death.
'I needed it! I need it
for�'
Vergil stilled suddenly, no
traces of confidence left. He smiled bitterly. 'I do not remember.'
'Relax, you will, it's just
a matter of time,' was Dante's cold reply.
Vergil was in panic though.
'No, you� you do not
understand. Now that all my memories are mixed up, I do not distinguish between
what happened yesterday and what was ten years ago� Now as I see all my past as
one day� I did not really� The power never was my ultimate goal. Hell!.. Did I hate my own brother because of�
The lies and the flattery� Did
I� What if� what if all this time I hated and hurt him
with for no serious reason?.. Or did I forget the
reason so important? I, I need to find him. Hey, I remember you were a man to
rely on, will you help me out? Dante? You hear me?'
A trembling hand lay on
Vergil's forehead gently, reassuring him.
Trish felt like she should
leave immediately, but she was afraid of moving or making any noise.
Covering his face with his
hand, Dante was biting his lips till they bled. In the silence that had sat in
the room, the only sound was Dante's uneven breath. Hot and salty, tears were
running down his cheeks, there was no stopping them now.
Dante cried, his whole body
trembling, heart beating too fast, lungs constricting violently.
'Dante,
you alright?
Will you help me?' whispered Vergil his request quietly.
'I will,' Dante breathed
out, stood up and hiding his face behind his long dirty white locks, stormed
out of the room.
'Is he fine?' asked Vergil.
'He will be,' said Trish. 'Knowing
him, he is much more of a devil than all of the Demon
world. And devils don't cry.'
'Starting his agency, he
stated the opposite.' Replied Vergil. 'He seemed to me
much more of a human than all of the human world. And
those are not human who have never cried.'
'Do not forget these words
you have just said, Vergil. When he is back, tell him I am waiting outside.'
'I thought he would not
want to see me yet. It seems I said something� rather upsetting. I did not mean
it though.'
'This you tell him
yourself. And yes, he will come back in like five minutes. Did he not say he
will help you? He keeps his word.' With that, Trish left Vergil alone.
...
'Fuck,' Dante again
splashed cold water in his face. It was dark in the restroom, and dirty. Actually,
now finally looking at himself in the mirror, he had to agree that he fit in
the room perfectly. Having seen Vergil, in all his grace even on the hospital
bed, Dante felt like a rug. For the first time in a long time, he admitted it. And
he did not like it.
If he was going to stay by
Vergil's side, he should at least have a decent appearance.
Vergil� It was all like a fuckin' joke. Of course, Dante would help his brother out. He
would order the remedy for his eyes. But he wouldn't tell him a word about
their past. If Vergil remembered � then fine. If not � Dante would tell him
only when all the business was taken care of. If by that time he'd be able to
make himself tell Vergil the truth.
The thing that really made
Dante's heart ache was the sudden revelation of Vergil not really hating him. Lies
and flattery, he said? Was it even possible to manipulate Vergil? Vergil wanting to meet his brother, wanting to sort things out.
This new sides of his brother that Dante thought he
would never see now opened a whole new world of possibilities.
'Doesn't matter now,' Dante
told his reflection. 'I have to heal Verge first, then take him home, then help
him. Everything else will turn out all right.'
"But shit,"
he was thinking, hurrying back to the room. "I should have been better
at keeping cool."
'I'm back,' Dante closed
the door behind him but did not dare sit on the bed again.
'I would like to
apologize,' Vergil stated.
'Never you mind,' Dante
stopped him. 'I would like to take you with me to Devil Never Cry. It will be
easier for me to treat you there and doc will surely appreciate you moving
out.'
'Alight. Haven't I said
that I have already chosen you as the one I trust?'
'I do not remember you ever
trusting anyone. That means if I am not needed anymore I am pretty likely to be
disposed of.'
'I can assure you, you are
safe until I take care of the Demon world rebellion.'
'There was a rebellion down
there?'
'Yes, it happened�'
'No, we'll talk later. I
have to go back and prepare for you moving in. Then I'll fetch you.'
'Fine. And Trish is waiting for you
outside. She brought something, it is on the table.'
'It's
blood,' Dante gave the packs a sarcastic look. 'You are not having any of this
water in your veins. I'll give you some fine medicine when we are at home. So
forget this crap,' that said, the bloody packs faced the trash bin.
' 'be back soon.'
'I know,' chuckled Vergil.
...
Dante sat behind Trish, she
was driving him home.
'So now what?' she asked
curiously.
'I'll do what he asks for.'
'Is that all?'
'For now � that is enough
for me.'
"That's
right," thought Dante, "Vergil is by my side. This is a good
start. This is enough."
Enthusiastically opening
the door to the agency, Dante stopped dead in his tracks.
'Helluva
dump after a nuclear war!' he exclaimed, either shocked or perversely proud.
'This is about how Lady
described it to me. Seems she was right. But I am glad you see it from this
point of view, too. She nearly scared me to death, painting your current
lifestyle in the brightest colors possible. Now it's time you make amends to me
for the moral damage I suffered.'
'And how do you suppose I
do that,' Dante turned back to look at her.
'Clean up this mess,' Trish
smiled charmingly.
'I guess I have no choice
anyway, since Vergil will be moving in,' stomping mercilessly on the carton
packages and plastic cups, kicking empty whiskey bottles away, Dante rammed
into Devil Never Cry.
...
When Trish returned to the
agency in three hours the premises shined with neatness. Well, at least
neatness how Dante understood it.
The litter was gone as well
as the spider webs and dust. Looking at the floor, Trish noticed, surprised,
that it was actually parquet. Dante even got a nice bloody-red carpet from some
hidden storeroom and it was now placed accurately in front of the desk. For
once, on the working-desk there actually were papers. Not in the bin, not under
the couch, but actually at the working place. For real.
The drum set and the jukebox
stood lined in the corner, the guitars hanging on the wall above them. And the
guitars really were collected from all rooms and put on one wall.
The chairs were not upside
down and the billiard table was free of junk food and porno magazines. A set of
cues was nearby, none of them broken. You could actually play billiard there.
In the middle of it was
Dante on the floor, scrapping an old gum off it. He himself was a mix of stains
and dirty clothes: around his neck hung a pair of trousers, three ruined shirts
and a bunch of neckties. Trish knew he always lost ties and bought new ones. So
finding them all found he had quite a collection.
'I am done!' Turning to
Trish's silhouette in the door frame, Dante finally declared, shining like a
newly polished fork.
'Almost,' Trish corrected
and pointed at the mirror.
'This does not count. He
won't see me anyway,' the fork dared to talk back.
Grabbing Dante by the
shirt, Trish shoved him into the bathroom.
There was nothing a fork
could do in the face of an asphalt compactor.
...
A warm wet heaven. Dante
moaned leisurely. White soaked locks plastered to the skin, thin water streams
on his relaxed shoulders, roaming tenderly down his body. It was hard to
breathe in this heat and his lips parted, Dante inhaling the moist air. He
turned over, warmth washing over him, and placed his cheek against the cold
tiles. He moaned again.
'Are you masturbating there
or what?' Trish asked worriedly.
'I am soaking, you
perverted bitch!' Dante shouted back and dissolved into the water.
Some moment later Dante
entered the lobby of Devil Never Cry all clean and shiny and naked.
'Of course, I do not mind
your birth suit.' Sitting on a chair, Trish put down the newspaper.
Dante jerked up and grabbed
the first thing available � which was a pack of bills from the desk � and
covered himself from the lecherous eyes, sweeping all the papers from the desk
to the floor along with the telephone in the process.
'And here I thought there
was a slight possibility of Devil Never Cry not being a mess.'
'Now, you, get outta my place!' Dante threw the 8 ball at Trish. She
dodged, to his greatest disappointment.
While Dante was looking for
his jeans in the heap of clothes on the couch, Trish studied his body. He did
not look like an heir of the demon blood. More like�
'You look like a drug
addict going on without a dose for months. Skin and bone.'
'You can relax. The drug
arrived today, in the morning,' joked Dante. Or at
least it seemed to be a joke.
'By the way, how are you
going to take this drug of yours to this place? I am not letting you drive my
motorcycle again.'
'Don't need that,' Dante
found his black jeans and now was trying to put himself
into them.
'Do you not need some, say,
underwear?'
'Do not say such scary
words in my presence,' he finally did fit in the jeans and went on searching
for his red All Star skate shoes. 'And remind me, why are you here while I am
dressing?'
'Hm.'
'Wait for me outside if you
want. I'll go get a pumpkin for our katana-wielding Cinderella.'
And so
she waited in front of the main entrance to Devil Never Cry, leaning onto her
motorcycle. In
about twenty minutes the pumpkin arrived in the form of an azure Jaguar, Dante
driving in a fresh white shirt and a dark blue necktie askew.
'Hop in,' he said, putting
on the sunglasses. 'Time to fetch Cindy-girlie.'
'One
Cinderella fetching another. This is something new.'
'Hell, why am I a
Cinderella?'
'Because you finally look
like the fairy has worked on you.'
'I have nothing to do with
fairies or any queer folk for that matter, you one-way-minded woman.'
Trish just laughed and left
Dante's troubled mind to its own devices.
...
He felt them getting closer
and then they went into the room: Trish and Dante. She smelled of vanilla. He
smelled of air after the rain and of storm. Vergil was still unable to move and
no wonder they thought he was�
'Asleep,' Trish stated.
'You go wake him.'
The old bed creaked, and
Dante's hand lightly touched his shoulder.
'He is not asleep, Trish,
he is just resting. You wouldn't know, since you were not born a demon,
you were created. A real demon wouldn't sleep unless he feels absolutely safe. This
place definitely does not meet Vergil's definition of safe.'
Vergil could not help but chuckle.
"This Dante does know what he is dealing with. He could be a demon
himself if he wasn't so apparently human. Wait, in the morning Trish did not
mean he was one, did she?"
'See, he is awake.' Dante
must have taken the blanket off his chest. It was chilly. 'Time to wake up,
sleeping beauty. I brought you new clothes.'
'How
about a wake-up kiss then?'
'Dude, kissing your own�'
"�brother is not
right." Dante almost slipped, but was lucky enough to notice the scary
face Trish made. Instead, he said:
'What is it with you people
these days? And Trish, go out, I'll dress Verge up.'
He heard the sound of the
door opening and then closing. The voice that called him 'Verge' sounded
painfully familiar. It had the sharp edge that reminded Vergil of old times when
he had fencing training with his brother. This voice brought up the memories of
sunny days, when they would lie in the grass, too exhausted to move. Then
cautious fingers would try to take his hand, but he would get angry and say it
was childish, he would always smile though. He knew that longing to feel loved
and needed. It drove him crazy, too. However, he'd say:
'Cut it out.' The words
came out aloud.
'Look, I have to change
your clothes now. So do not complain,' Dante's reply snapped Vergil back to reality.
The devil hunter was indeed
very carefully putting the clothes on Vergil's naked body.
'Do I look bad?'
Dante fastened the buckle
on his brother's jeans and looked at him. Regenerated, his skin was smooth and
pale; Vergil's body was still in a good shape, as if he had never stopped
training; casual clothes fit him perfectly; messy hair on the pillow and the
hollow stare of azure eyes. Vergil still looked way better than Dante on his
best day.
'Like shit,' Dante spat
out. 'Now sit, I'll put on your shirt. Hell, you still haven't regenerated your
arm. The shirt will have wait.'
'I can not control it
because I do not feel pain,' Vergil commented.
'Forget it, I'll help you. I
have a remedy for you, but you have to promise never to ask me where I get it
from.'
'Is it prohibited?'
'No, just top secret,' the
devil hunter took a syringe out of his pocket.
'Then I do not care.'
'Good.'
Dante observed as the
syringe was filling with dark thick blood, then took
it out. The needle slipped out his vein. He tore all the bandages from Vergil's
right shoulder and injected the blood right in the wound that already opened
again.
'What is it?' asked Vergil,
trying to move, but he could only lift his left shoulder a little and turn his
head.
'Is it hurting you?' there
was care in Dante's voice.
'No. This is strangely
pleasant. Warm. And calming.'
'Are you kidding me? It
does not hurt?' Dante looked, amused, at the bones that formed right in front
of his eyes. On the blanket the new muscles stretched from Vergil's shoulder
and then the tissues started pulsing with blood and skin finally covered his
hand up to the neat nails.
Dante remembered he lost a
finger. He got a pack of donor blood. It hurt like hell,
he screamed his lungs out that evening. Was there really a way for regeneration
to be pleasant?
Whatever. Vergil was lying here on the bed,
smiling peacefully.
'I do not know what that
remedy was, but it worked, I feel much better now.'
'It was the one that
brought you back from the dead this morning. You already had about a liter or
two of it.'
'No wonder I recovered so
fast.'
'So, here, let me finally
put the shirt on you. It is dark blue like you always want, so be happy.'
The door to the corridor
opened and Trish started laughing, standing up from the bench. Dante was
carrying Vergil, the older twin's hand was back in
place. Dante was serious and concentrated. But it did not matter � he was alive
and ready to kick ass. Just like he should have always been.
'This is gonna be fun,' Trish told herself and dialed Lady.
... endo chap02 ...
Happy
fluff from now on?
Not in my fic!
Next: Vergil the
Protagonist. Want to know what he thinks? This is your chance)
See ya,
Ethan
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