Faded Memories.

Author's Note: "Well, today, was a boring day at school, I came home and started watching TV, seeing an episode of Every Body Loves Raymond and episode called The garage sale. Watching Raymond rekindle his years of being little, finding items, got me thinking, what happened if Vergil and Dante did that? That's how this story was born. Enjoy. This is basically little one shots of how I think their childhood could've went.

~Silver.

Chapter 1

Rekindle.

Dante and Vergil, were doing their usual thing in Devil May Cry, Vergil was silently, reading a book. Dante was flipping through a magazine. Recently, Vergil was found wondering the streets till Dante took him in, they were still edgy towards each other. So they didn't speak much.

Devil May Cry was empty, as always, the musty old walls would stand, shielding Dante from the outside. Since Vergil moved in, he thought it would be nice to redecorate, Dante didn't know this till he saw half his shop covered in Victorian drapes. That was one hell of a fight.

An old man, walked in Devil May Cry, he was old and wrinkly, large, circular glasses, lay perching on the tip of his nose. His back was hunched and he walked with an old cane.

"Yeah?" Dante said to the man as he walked in front his desk.

"Are you the Sparda's?" The man asked with an old, dusty voice.

"Yes." Vergil said to the man. "May we assist you?"

"No, well, we, the state of Long Island, your parents house, we found their will, and all the items in there, all seem to belong to you, and we want to sell the house, so, if you don't mine to go over there and empty it?" The man said, being short and brief.

"Sure, we'll go down there this afternoon." Dante said to the man.

"Thank you. I'll be off."

With that, the man turned away. Opening the doors gently and disappearing into the crowd.

"Road trip!" Dante yelled and grabbed Vergil by the arm.

"Let me go!" Vergil roared, Dante wouldn't let go, Vergil, slapped Dante hard in his cheek, making it go red.

"Ow, man, it hurts even more when you do it!" Dante yelled.

Dante packed up the car that Vergil bought, filled it up with essentials. The engine roared to life, they were soon on the road to Long Island.

Their old house, standing in magnificent view. The house was an villa, looked almost Spanish like, Dante smirked at the memories that flooded his mind.

Vergil just stared absent mindedly at the house, what was he supposed to think? This was his home, but what was he supposed to be feeling? The home that made him go insane? The same home his other died in? The one where his father left? Never to return. So, what should he feel?

"Yo, Verge, come on, we got to empty this out remember?"

"Yes, I remember, can we just go and leave?"

"Fine, fine." Dante said, he walked towards the house, looking at the freshly cut grass, staring at old plant pots. "Hey look! Cerby's dog house! Ah man, I haven't seen that in a while, remember Cerby Verge?"

"Yes, I do, I used to remember when he use to urinate on my bed."

"Yeah... he was such a good dog." Dante said smiling wickedly.

"Plus, wasn't his name Cerberus?" Vergil asked.

"Yeah... but we used to call him Cerby, just to peeve dad off."

"Oh, yes, now I remember." Vergil said.

"Come on Vergil."

Upstairs, in the attic, the attic was small so not so much room was there, it was old, the wooden floors were faded, the boxes all stacked up in a lot of parts of the room, a small window only let some breeze coming in.

Dante whistled a long whistle.

"Dang, look at this stuff, Vergil this is going to take forever."

"How about, we unload the boxes here. The all the stuff we don't need, we'll just give them away. Sell them for example." Vergil suggested.

"Ooh, I like that." Dante said.

Dante went and grabbed a small box, he found and old raggedy teddy bear. "Oh! Mr. Fluffy."

"Mr...Fluffy?" Vergil asked.

"Yeah! My old bear."

"You remembered his name?"

"Wouldn't you?"

"No."

Age: 5 years old.

Dante had been having a lot of nightmares, Eva was concerned, Sparda was annoyed, Vergil was emotionless.

"It was so scary mum! He came at me with big sharp teeth!" Dante started to reminisce his dream to Eva.

"Dante, it was just a dream, they never do come true, don't worry." Eva smiled gently at him.

Eva walked out and went to make the bed.

"Eva! I have an idea, we lock our door, that way Dante wont come in! It's brilliant!" Sparda ran out holding a notebook in his hand.

"No. He'd just cry."

"How do you know? Maybe he wont, maybe he'd get tired and fall asleep."

"...."

"Okay, you're right, but I can't keep him coming in our room and kicking ME off the bed!"

"...Oh, I'm sorry, It would be a great tragedy if you don't get any sleep." Eva sarcastically said.

"Okay... shut up."

"I have an idea." Eva said and walked out the room.

"I'm going to regret this." Sparda said to himself.

That night at dinner, the family was all eating, at dessert time, Eva hurried Dante out the kitchen.

"Did I do something wrong mommy?"

"No, of course not, I just want to give you something."

"What?" Dante asked in confusion.

"This." She said, and held out a fluffy, brown bear with smiling eyes. Dante hugged him tightly.

"I love him!"

"He will protect you from those nasty nightmares, he promises that."

"Thank you, Mr. Fluffy."

Eva smiled, that night, everyone went down to bed, Dante didn't make a sound that night, and slept soundly, the next day, breakfast was laid on the table.

"See, I told you, Mr. Fluffy, is there for you." Eva said and tickled him under his chin.

"I love you mommy." Dante said. He lunged at Eva and hugged her tightly, they were both now locked in an embrace.

"Dante! What are you going to do with the bear?"

"Keeping him."

"Why? It's old and dusty, why do you want it."

"I don't know, I just want to."

"Fine..." Vergil sighed.

A/N: Woo hoo! New story up.

I am really in love with this one too, it's so kawaii!

Ahw, Dante and Mr. Fluffy.

Anywho,

Next Chapter: The pictures.

~Silver