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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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Chapter List
- 1-One
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- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
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"We should get ya cleaned up," Dante murmurs after a while, stirring me from the light doze I had fallen into. "And maybe wash the blankets."
"Then they won't smell like you anymore," I protest, drawing back to look at him.
He chuckles, the sound warm and full of mirth, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly. "Silly. Ya have a wardrobe full of clothes steeped in my scent," he counters and touches his forehead to mine. "Wash the blankets, Verge."
"Fine," I grumble and he grins at me, his expression still as vibrant as it was in life. He vanishes after a few seconds, leaving me to slowly get up from the floor on my own. My body protests with a new sort of ache, my joints unpleasantly stiff, but I manage to stand and look around the bedroom.
It is…tidy. Surprisingly so. Like night and day compared to the messy and disorganized state the lobby had been in from the vague flashes I can recall of the time I had been split into V and Urizen.
Why?
"Because I wanted this to be a space that you would find acceptable." He reappears over by the writing desk sitting along the wall opposite of the bed with his back to me. For a few seconds, he is perfectly still, head bowed in such a way that I get the impression that he looking down at the book that had been laid open on the desktop, and then he turns to regard me. "One that you could have shared with me one day."
His gentle admission brings about a painful twisting in my chest accompanied by the all too familiar sting of tears. I barely swallow past the sudden lump in my throat as I shift my gaze from him to take in the bedroom one more time. It would have made for the perfect nest but now we'll never get to share it the way that he had intended. "I wish you were here."
"I know," he answers softly as a sad smile draws across his face while his eyes glisten with unshed tears. He watches me for a moment longer then turns back to the desk and reaches for the book. "There's no coming back for me but maybe…" His voice trails off and he vanishes from in front of the desk, giving me a clearer view of the book, a journal.
I want to go over and inspect it for myself, my curiosity piqued, but first I need to get cleaned up and into some fresh clothes. It would be a shame to ruin the nest my brother had put so much effort in maintaining and the journal certainly isn't going anywhere. My mind made up I slowly peel everything off and pile it onto the already filthy blanket on the bed.
"Bathroom's over here." Dante's voice comes from my right and I look in that direction to find a door already partially ajar. There's no further sign of my brother, just that softly issued statement.
The bathroom proves to be as clean and tidy as the bedroom, a clear extension of the nest meant for us. I take a moment to familiarize myself with its layout, noting where everything is kept, then step over to the shower once I am ready. The water comes on, the pipes rattling slightly for the first few minutes because of disuse though it heats up quick enough.
I step under the hot spray, flinching a little from the initial sting of it, and close my eyes. The heat of it is physically refreshing, soothing away the bone-deep ache plaguing me, though I cannot find it within myself to enjoy it. After a minute or two, I exhale softly and lean back against the slightly cool tile as I open my eyes.
Dante smiles faintly at me from underneath the spray, a hand coming up to cup the side of my face, and leans towards me. "If someone could do then it'd be you," he murmurs, his statement odd and seeming very out of place.
"What are you talking about?" I ask softly and his smile widens a little before he brushes his lips against mine.
"You could-"
A loud crash from downstairs interrupts whatever he was going to say and is quickly followed by shouting. I can barely make out Nero's voice among the cacophony, along with that of a woman's, prompting me to sigh.
"Promise ya won't kill them?" Dante asks quietly as he pulls back, looking weary and…
"You're fading!" Panic fills my voice and terror grips me at the thought of him vanishing for good.
He chuckles like something is funny about the fact that he's growing more transparent by the second. "I'm just low on energy is all. A little rest and maybe some blood and I'll be as good as new." He rubs the side of my face just before he vanishes completely, his lips curled into a smile.
Hearing that doesn't make me feel any better. The worry, that loathsome panic, and terror are still present, and it takes me a moment to collect myself before I can even begin to scrub myself clean. The shouting from downstairs has at least subsided and I can, with some effort, sense the presence of two others accompanying my son's down in the lobby. One is familiar enough, the human woman that I can recall from Temen-ni-gru, while something is troubling about the other, a demon.
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