A/N: I got a request from my roommate to write a fanfic about Dante and Vergil. He said it didn't matter who's point of view or when it takes place; basically to surprise him. I'm posting this on his birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY CURTIS! ^_^ I didn't write this as shonen ai, but feel free to see it that way if you want; it's up to you.
Vergil's P.O.V.
In the darkness, I know who I am. I'm Vergil. Son of Sparda. A brother. A twin. Half of a person. I wasn't a person. I was a mirror image.
That can't be so now, though. Right? I'm falling down, down, down and he's rising up, up, up while all the while the embers flare far beneath me and the stars and moon shine down on him from far above. It's picturesque. The stars of Heaven, the flames of Hell and my beautiful brother reaching for me in the world between the two.
That cut on his hand acted as my own version of an 'I love you, Dante.' The fact that he let it bleed said it back.
I tasted tears in my mouth. Dante's tears. Oh, Dante. You never changed, did you? Always the cry-baby. As I child, I thought it annoying. He dared to cry while sharing my face? I'd have thought. It's somehow endearing now that we're nineteen though. To think that he would still cry over me after all this… That was, unquestioningly Dante, second born son of Sparda, as if the five minute wait actually mattered.
I'll see you in Hell someday, brother. When your life's been put to an end and you can join me here in father's home… Until then, cherish that cut; I put all of my love into it. A memento from your older brother.
I land in ashes and dried blood.
This was the right choice.
We'll definitely meet here in this vile domicile of demons…