Disclaimer: i don't own DMC series
Brother's really shouldn't fight so who better to help Dante and Vergil then a therapist and all their friends.
Note: this ignores deaths and timelines to fulfill the story.
Session 1 – Dante
(Respect)
Dante walked into the room and looked at the older looking gentleman sitting in the chair. Brown in hair and eyes the doctor had a unique professionalism about him that you could see even behind his glasses.
"I can't believe I agreed to this." Dante complained pushing his head back with his hand.
"So you must be Dante, I'm Dr. Quinn," the man said with a distinct maturity Dante had never heard before. "But you can just call me Quinn. Go ahead have a seat."
Dante sat down in the resting chair and laid back as he squirmed to find a comfortable position. He looked at Quinn with a relaxed glance so symbolize his readiness for the session to begin.
"So Dante," The therapist started as he opened his note pad. "Tell me a little about yourself. What do you do for instance?"
"Damn, I can't believe Trish got me to agree to this." Dante though, proceeding to answer the question. "I'm a devil hunter."
"Really," Quinn enquired, "so you hunt demons."
"Didn't I just say that…?"
"And what about your brother, Vergil, does he also 'hunt demons'?"
"Is trying to mock my profession or something," Dante got irritated, "No, he doesn't."
"So what does your brother do?"
"He's ah…travel… He's a travelling…librarian, yea…"
"That's an interesting lifestyle. Would you say that you approve of his profession?"
"Sure, I mean he's doing what he wants and occasionally our jobs allow us to hook up. But most of the time this leads to a big fight."
"I see, and what do these fights usually occur over?"
"Well lately Vergil's been a little obsessed with living up to the legacy of our father. And because I don't feel the same way he looks down on me. I mean like when we were kids we both use to enjoy each other's company having fun shooting guns at each other." Dante laughed.
"Guns!" the therapist jumped, his eyes widening.
"O…no, water guns…ha, ha, ha," Dante managed. "We even had a little game called Jackpot where we would seek out each other and the first to get a point blank shot would win."
"So what happened to those days Dante?"
"Well like I said before Verge became obsessed with succeeding our father and the games stopped. He took up the sword saying that a true warrior wouldn't use firearms."
"You called him Verge is there a reason behind this."
"Yeah, it's a nickname."
"It's often the case that nicknames are given to people one respects a great deal. As I understand he's your older brother and your father was absent in your life. Do you think you might have placed Vergil in the place of your father forcing him to take the role?"
"No!" Dante exclaimed, "But he was always the responsible one out of us." "I don't know," Dante continued.
"I see we're getting somewhere but sadly your time is up. I'll see you the same time tomorrow okay Dante."
Dante just laid back in the seat thinking about Vergil.
I hope your reviews motivate me not to leave this as a Oneshot.
Thanks for reading