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No Matter What They Say	By : Demonized Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 741 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
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"Dante," Vergil calls out softly and for a moment it seems like Dante hasn't heard him. Dante appears to be lost in thought, staring at where their father had been, tears still clinging to his lashes. Part of Vergil wants for him to reach out to Dante, to gain his attention, but he hesitates.
Whether it's because Dante did actually hear Vergil or because he's taken notice of Vergil staring at him, Dante shifts his focus towards Vergil and smiles. "Dad told us to get ready for the party so we shouldn't waste time, big bro."
That smile gives Vergil pause because he can finally see just how empty it is, see it for what it is—mask that Dante wears in an effort to hide his pain. The only problem is that Vergil has finally witnessed the extent to Dante's pain, or so Vergil believes, and so he can't be fooled by that smile. Nor will Vergil dismiss the lingering tears. Still, prying information out of Dante right now doesn't seem to be the best idea. "Then I shall be back in a few minutes."
It is not an ideal amount of time but there are things that Vergil needs to talk to Dante about before anyone else. Namely Nero and the circumstances concerning his conception. Vergil is loathe to think about it, had been hesitant to admit it when Dante had prodded for some sort of tidbit back atop the Qliphoth. These few minutes will give Vergil the time he needs to hopefully prepare himself to tell Dante that he-
"What for?" Dante's tone is bordering on harsh and panicked with his question, causing Vergil to pause as he makes to leave and glance at Dante over his shoulder.
"Did you not want to keep an eye on me, Dante?" Vergil does his best to keep his voice gentle all while reminding Dante of what it was that he had declared before taking that leap off of the Qliphoth. "And we need to talk anyways."
"There's nothing to talk about and there's no point in keeping an eye on you," Dante states hastily making Vergil blink before arching a brow. "Look, we're here, we're seven and mom and dad are both alive. There's no sense in us dwelling on the past." There's no way that Dante could possibly mean that, he doesn't even sound like he means it but Vergil isn't going to push the issue just yet. Dante clearly needs more time and so Vergil will give it to him. "I'll see you at supper," Dante adds with another empty smile.
"If you are certain." It is nothing more than an attempt to placate Dante for the time being because at some point they will need to talk, whether Dante wants to or not. Vergil accepts the faint nod that Dante gives him and leaves, shutting the door behind himself on his way out.
Now that Vergil is totally alone he takes a moment to pause just outside of Dante's bedroom door to gather his thoughts and get a handle on his own emotions. That choking, clawing fear from earlier is gone, thankfully, but it is the fourth time Vergil has ever experienced it though it was nowhere near as intense as the second and third times. Dante—his little brother, his beloved, his heart and soul—is the only one capable of evoking a fear in Vergil that is so utterly consuming that he had done everything he could to keep Dante safe and yet Vergil had failed in doing so.
Dante had always seemed so unflappable, even a bit cheeky, in the face of his trials and through it all he had maintained that smile. That painfully empty smile. Had Dante cried back then too? Vergil cannot recall Dante shedding any tears at Temen-ni-gru even though that smile had been prevalent. Atop the Qliphoth, however, there had been that smile and… Vergil had thought that he had imagined it at the time, seeing tears in Dante's eyes. A mere trick of the light.
Vergil hadn't wanted to believe it but Dante's tears had been there all along as they had crossed blades, glimmering like diamond dust in the early morning light. Faint whispers of salt that Vergil had picked up on with how close they had gotten while fighting, the scent unique from sweat and basal tears. They were real and now, after everything, Vergil wonders why they might have been there to begin with. For what reason would Dante have to cry other than the fact that he would have had to kill Vergil again? It is the easiest conclusion that Vergil can come to but he much rather hear it from Dante himself than making such an assumption and being wrong.
Vergil is tired of being wrong. So very tired of failing in the one thing he had set out to do. This only serves to make him more resolute in seeing to it that he talks with Dante. To make certain that their bitter past doesn't repeat itself. To make certain that there will be no further misunderstandings between them. To…
Vergil closes his eyes, swaying on the spot for a second before he takes a step away from Dante's bedroom door. An uneasiness settles upon Vergil's heart like a weight with that step. It's hard to walk away. Vergil doesn't want to walk away but he does. To give Dante space the space that he needs.
It is their seventh birthday—yet again—and to cause a scene, especially in front of their mother, would be inconceivably bad. There would be questions, no doubt, and with their father expressly forbidding them from revealing anything about their situation to her… Vergil doesn't dare to think about the consequences that would lie in wait for him or for Dante should their mother be burdened with the knowledge. Then again there would be consequences for hiding something like this from her and while Vergil does understand, to some extent, why their father would want to keep this from her but doing so would only create more problems. From what Vergil recalls their mother was-is a Demonologist and is very adept at warding, so telling her of at least what is to come would be beneficial.
Vergil opens his eyes with the next step he takes and gives Dante's bedroom door a parting glance before he heads to his own bedroom. It is unchanged from Vergil's memories, a detail he hadn't stopped to take in when he had realized that he had been separated from Dante and had rushed off to find him. Vergil still doesn't bother to look around—he doesn't need to—and instead goes straight to his dresser standing in the corner. The clothes within are simple, far simpler than what Vergil had grown accustomed to, but they will suffice for the time being.
It takes Vergil only a few minutes to make himself presentable, leaving him with far too much time on his hands and very little to do until supper, and subsequently the party, starts. Vergil has to resist the urge to go check on Dante and instead decides to go see if their mother needs help finishing up the preparations. The hallways are perfect, Vergil's recall even more so excluding his removed memories, and it's difficult for him to not picture what they will look like in a year's time should Mundus' attack actually succeed. There was no sense in them dwelling on the past was what Dante had said to him, something that was easier said than done when they'd literally been thrusted into their past. There isn't anything that they could do to undo it but Vergil was going to do his damnedest to make sure that things go differently this time.
"Vergil! You shouldn't be in here yet!" Eva admonishes with just one glance in Vergil's direction as he enters the dining room. It takes her only a few seconds to fully stop what she is doing and she looks at Vergil again, her lips pursing together. Human as she is, Eva's instincts are as sharp as Yamato's edge and Vergil knows that she can sense that something is wrong. "Sweetie?"
How is a seven year old supposed to speak? The moment that Vergil opens his mouth it will be obvious that he is mentally different from his appearance but if he tells her then it wouldn't even matter. Though it would be preferable for Vergil to wait until after the festivities are over he knows that putting it off will only make it harder to say something because there would never be a good time to do so. "There is something you need to know and it is better if you find out now."
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