A Frequency Of Me And You | By : Demonized Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 703 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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An ache that goes beyond bone-deep wracks my body as I step through the quickly made portal from the Underworld onto the doorstep of my brother's shop. My energy starts to waver, the last of my strength used in my endeavor to make it back to the Human Realm, and I stagger slightly before catching myself. Fatigue is beginning to set in as my adrenaline diminishes and I end up leaning against the sun-warmed doors for a moment, my eyes threatening to close. I need to hold on for just a little bit, a few seconds at most to turn the knob and enter the safety of Dante's shop, and then I can collapse.
My hand shakes as it closes around the knob. The door feels impossibly heavy. The world starts to spin and then a hand clad in a worn leather fingerless glove presses against the door just above mine. "Lemme get that for ya, bro." His breath tickles the back of my neck. I can feel him behind me, pressed against me at this moment as he helps to push open the door. I cling to the feeling of him even as it fades, the door finally swinging open to reveal the slightly dusty and moderately tidied lobby of my brother's shop. "Welcome ta Devil May Cry, Verge."
I collapse just inside the threshold, unable to move any further, and let my eyes close. I'm too tired to care about the fact that I'm sprawled out on the floor, that I have obstructed the entryway, and that the one door is wide open. To be more accurate I simply can't find it within me to care. My reason for caring about anything is…
"Yer not gonna sleep right there, are ya?" he asks as he nudges my side none too gently with the toe of his boot. After a moment of silence on my end, he gives an exasperated sigh and carefully starts turning me over. "Get yer rest, big brother," he whispers and I let myself succumb to my exhaustion as he scoops me up.
The slamming of a door jolts me back into consciousness and I immediately roll out of a bed to land on the floor in a crouch, Yamato materializing in my hand. I draw her from her saya as I scan my surroundings, searching for the source of the noise, only to find myself in a bedroom. Dante's bedroom. His scent still lingers despite how long we-I was gone. As for what had awoken me, rather who…
"It's probably yer kid," Dante suggests as a pair of heavy footfalls rush up the stairs. "Yeah, that's Nero."
I dismiss Yamato with nary a thought and lower myself to the floor to sit, slouching against the bed, just as Nero bursts through the door. He has that overly complex sword of his in hand, no doubt assuming that I was an intruder of sorts, but he lowers it at the sight of me. And what a sight I must present, still covered in dried blood and filth.
He goes pale, his mouth dropping open, then looks around the room, no doubt trying to ascertain the location of my twin. "Where's-"
"Dead," I interrupt sharply and his gaze snaps back to me. "Now leave me be."
"Man, Verge, ya sure do have a way with delivering shit news," Dante comments from my side while Nero gapes at me in disbelief.
"Go," I snarl when the boy doesn't budge, jolting him out of his stupor. His expression darkens with anger and he draws in a deep breath. "Now!" My voice cracks. Tears start to form, gathering at the corners of my eyes.
It's enough to make him pause, his anger shifting to something else. He regards me for a few seconds more with this new expression then turns to leave. "I'll try to keep Lady and Trish away." The words are softly spoken over his shoulder as he pauses in the doorway, the lines of his body stiff. He waits a few seconds then finally leaves, pulling the door shut behind him.
A tremble wracks my body as I sit here in silence, my tears streaking down my cheeks. I draw my knees to my chest, loosely wrapping my arms around them, and give a soft whimper.
"C'mere, Verge," Dante whispers as he curls an arm around me. He pulls me towards him, drawing me onto his lap, and presses a kiss to my temple before tucking my head under his chin. "I've got ya."
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