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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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- 7
Dante scowls down at his plate, more specifically at the peas inhabiting a portion of it and proceeds to roll them around with his fork. This earns Dante a pointed look from Eva, at which he sulkily resigns himself to eating the accursed things. Dante goes to crush some onto the end of his fork only for half of them to vanish from right in front of him. Dante pauses with his fork hovering over his peas and he glances across the table to Vergil who studiously ignores the look that Dante gives him. Vergil seems more interested in actually eating, specifically from the suspiciously higher pile of peas that occupies his own plate. Dante returns his attention back to the plate in front of him after staring for a few seconds longer, deciding that if Vergil wants to steal his vegetables then that is perfectly okay with Dante. It doesn't mean that Vergil will be getting a thank you any time soon.
Dante just barely manages to finish off the peas, which was the very last of his meal, when the strained and awkward silence that has persisted through supper thus far is broken by Eva softly clearing her throat. "I know how hard this must be for both of you—I certainly find all of this quite difficult to grasp myself—but there are still rules and boundaries in this household that you will continue to follow regardless of how old you were beforehand. I should not need to remind you of what those I should not need to remind you of what those rules are-" Eva pauses here and looks directly at Dante, her lips pursing with disapproval. "-and the consequences of breaking said rules. It is evident that additional rules need to be made and we will go over those during your etiquette refresher tomorrow."
"Don't we have school tomorrow?" Vergil's question is a welcome change in the flow of the conversation—more like a scolding—even if it does have Dante blinking in confusion. The idea of going to school—of having to go to school-hadn't even crossed his mind. It kinda seems pointless given all that they had been through but it's not like Dante can just go back to hunting demons for a living.
Eva looks to Sparda, her brows furrowing as she considers the question. "There is still much that your mother and I need to discuss-" Sparda starts with a faint frown after the silent look he shares with her. "-but given the circumstances it would be best to homeschool both of you."
Dante really shouldn't be surprised that they would want him and Vergil to continue with their education—to Sparda and Eva they are still just kids—but he is surprised. Vergil isn't even bothered by the news at all, which isn't surprising since he always had his nose stuck in a book back when they had actually been seven. "Do we have to do the whole school thing?"
"Yes." Eva's answer is immediate and curt, her gaze narrowing slightly as she focuses solely on Dante. "We will address the matter tomorrow." With everything else hangs in the air unspoken, like a weight. After a beat Eva sighs and her expression softens, a sorrowful smile crossing her face. "I'm sorry, this is-"
"-a lot to take in and process. You look at us and see your children, not quite able to grasp what we have gone through as much as you would like to—because why should you? We still look like your children, so you want to deny it but you can't because you know that we are different—you would have known that something was off even if you hadn't been told—leaving you with no other choice but to accept the awful truth of this situation." Vergil is decisively cold with his explanation, his gaze flat as he looks from Eva to Sparda and then back down to his emptied plate. "I suspect that it was Mundus' intention to remove us from the equation completely instead of placing us in our younger bodies with our memories and knowledge intact."
"Well, the joke's on him then cuz we're not out of the equation and he still has Nero to deal with," Dante quips with a grin only to receive a strangely pained look from Vergil. His comment also has their parents exchanging a puzzled glance between themselves before giving Dante and Vergil each a questioning look. It's a natural reaction considering that neither of them know about Nero but Dante isn't really paying attention to their parents right now. No, Dante is focused on Vergil, wondering why Vergil had given him that look.
"There is a high possibility that Nero will cease to exist." There is a note of regret and something else—something dark—in Vergil's voice with his admission but Dante hones in on the regret. Dante also can't help but think that Vergil has to be joking. Vergil is joking, right? Nero can't just cease to exist. He can't… can he? "Given that I do not intend to repeat certain decisions it could very well remove him from existence completely for this is a temporal loop and not some alternate reality."
That look that Vergil has becomes almost indescribable, so filled with regret and pain that it has Dante's breath catching in his throat and, oh, Dante cannot mistake just what Vergil means. Dante can't help the sliver of happiness he feels knowing that Vergil won't be leaving him again and yet at the same time Dante resents Vergil for it a whole lot more. Nero is a great kid, maybe a bit rough around the edges, but more importantly he's family. "Verge, he's your kid, he's family. You-"
"I was drugged and raped!" Vergil tears his gaze away from Dante's and glares down at his plate as his cheeks darken.
For the span of several heartbeats it is deathly quiet as then all Dante can hear is a dull roar in his ears, like that of a rushing river, as an icy cold rage consumes him. Something inside of Dante snaps and with a snarl his demonic energy surges up, free of whatever had been keeping it at bay. In the blink of an eye Dante is out of his seat and halfway across the dining room, his instincts demanding that he go find whoever had dared to commit this sin against his other half and spill their blood.
Dante barely makes it to the doorway when he's very suddenly snatched up into the air by the nape of his neck. The grip on Dante is firm and unwavering even when he reaches up and sinks his claws into whatever has a hold on him, a vicious growl rumbling in his throat. A low, deep snarl sounds in response and Dante is swung around so that he is now face to face with Sparda, whose human guise is dispelled. "Dante! Calm yourself!"
"Let me go!" Dante hisses at Sparda with his fangs bared then he kicks at Sparda's head, his left foot connecting with a resounding smack. Sparda's head turns slightly with the force of the kick but he is otherwise unfazed.
"You will calm yourself!" Sparda snarls at Dante again, his own fangs bared as he exerts his energy over Dante in an attempt to make him yield.
Dante narrows his eyes and growls in response, refusing to submit so long as the person who had violated his brother is still out there breathing. That it had been Nero's mother isn't even registering with Dante at this point. All that matters is that Dante protects what is his by any means necessary and, despite their issues, Vergil is still very much his. "I said let me go!" Dante digs his claws further in to Sparda's wrist in an effort to loosen the grasp that Sparda has on him and kicks out at Sparda again only to miss as Sparda moves Dante out of range from his face.
"Dante! Cease this foolishness at once!" Vergil's command is sharp and very nearly has Dante stopping his struggle against the hold that their father has on him. Dante can't see Vergil from where he is being dangled in the air but by Vergil's very tone Dante knows that he is scowling.
"Foolishness, Vergil? What's so foolish about wanting to protect what's mine?!" Dante snarls out with a hard flap of his wings and he swings himself bodily up in an effort to free himself. Whether it is due to the extra momentum or because Sparda's grip loosened at Dante's near-screamed question Dante flips out of Sparda's grasp and lands in a crouch. Dante is aware enough of his surroundings to know that the doorway is to his left so before anyone has a chance to react Dante darts out into the hallway and starts racing to the foyer.
A charge purses through the air around Dante not even seconds later followed by a surge of Vergil's demonic energy and Dante has no doubt in his mind that Vergil has also managed to Trigger as well. Knowing just how quickly Vergil can move Dante pushes himself to go faster, not daring to glance over his shoulder to check for Vergil or their father. Neither of them have given chase yet, something Dante normally would have found strange but it currently isn't on his mind.
Dante skids to a halt as he enters the foyer, his senses prickling as a very familiar tear in the fabric of reality appears in front of the doors leading outside. What steps out of the tear—a Yamato-made portal—is definitely Vergil, though he's in a form of Devil Trigger that Dante doesn't immediately recognize and, more importantly, he has Yamato. Dante ignores the sudden impulse to stop and study this unfamiliar form, instead he drops down into a crouch while baring his fangs and growling at Vergil.
"Don't do this, Dante." Vergil's tone is almost a plea as he sheathes Yamato, the portal winking out of existence with no sign of their father. Dante risks a glance down the hallway he had just come from to see if Sparda is coming but the way is clear. "It's just you and me, little brother."
Dante's gaze snaps back to Vergil, focusing on him for a few seconds before it shifts to the doors directly behind him. Dante could maybe make it past Vergil but now that Vergil has Yamato it makes evading him far more difficult in the long run. "You wouldn't hesitate to kill someone if they did the same thing to me, Verge, and you know it!"
"You're right but you're about to go hunt down and kill someone who is currently innocent of what was done to me." Dante knows that Vergil is making a very valid point, one that Dante can't argue against, but it doesn't stop Dante from giving another growl. Vergil puts Yamato away and takes a cautious step towards Dante with his hands raised and his palms up.
Dante shifts back a step only for a sharp pain to shoot up along his spine, making him yelp and lose his balance. Another, stronger burst of pain follows as he lands on his ass and then promptly passes out.
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