Alright! This is an alternate version of Merci, Merci, Merci. with a winged off plot into the future. Written by the best friend I spoke about. She lost her account so I'm putting it on here - because she deserves it and also I've partially edited/corrected it for her. On with her bit!
WARNING: Contains Yaoi - malexmale (light, for now), character death, and mentions of depression and cutting.
Disclaimer I don't own Vergil or Dante –shakes head- they belong to Capcom but I do lay clam to their tattoos and modifications on my part, otherwise I own nothing except about 30 dollars of spending cash. Shahi belongs to my best friend [aww she's so sweet 3 - Abaddon i am only writing about him. "this is a prequel to an msn Rp that me and my Bf had".
Soft Sunlight filtered through the white curtains fell over equally white sheets and the alabaster skinned form tangled up in them, before long, white lashes fluttered - opening eyes revealed to be a striking Ice blue... They slowly closed again then re-opened, trying to take in the morning light with a sigh escaping lush lips, the form rolled over elegantly and slowly rose to a sitting position. A hand reached up towards the ceiling as if trying to reach it before only running through soft locks of pure white hair spiking them up without a second thought or gel and hairspray, eyes flicked towards the other side of the bed yet it was empty and for a moment he was lost as to where his lover went, but soft steps upon the stairs and the door creaking open quelled all fears he had conceived in that short amount of time.
When the door fully opened and with a soft shuffle of feet, two thin arms found there way around his neck and a soft kiss to his brow with sweet lips. "Good morning Vergil" The voice was soft and musical, he gave a slight contented smile and wrapped both arms about the small waist pulling the lithe form closer to his own while drawing his artic power into himself so he wouldn't cause his human lover to shiver. At this he got a "Tut...Vergil you know you don't have to do that." A chuckle escaped his lips and icy eyes met his lovers silvery blue "But your not as young as you once where my love, you should take better care so as not to get sick." His voice was deeper and more refined then his sweet little angels, he took this moment to study his lover carefully.
Long blond - almost white hair fell over slim shoulders and skin that was as pale as his own; a cherubic face with striking eyes and plump lips to match yet signs of age clearly showed with the wrinkles lining his eyes and mouth as well as his skin wasn't as elastic and smooth as it once was..He sighed softly and kissed his lovers cheek earning himself a "Vergil vergil vergil…no lectures right away in the morning", a caring smile and a soft kiss was given - making him feel so content and loved. Finally he managed to untangle himself from the thin arms and swing around to elegantly stand and stretch, his form and looks suggested the white haired, smooth skin, and gracefully toned man was in his twenties when in truth he was well over fifty himself. He just didn't age like his lover or any normal human did. A few more moments of stretching and he relaxed a bit looking over his shoulder to where his husband was sitting smiling at him with the sun filtering in behind him making it almost seem as if he was young again...
He smiled in return, "We should get some breakfast now Shahi before we leave today." He voiced out returning to the bed in a few long steps he scooped up his petite love in his arms and proceeded to carry him down the carpeted stairs to the lavishly decorated living room with its blue velvet couches and white carpet. "Vergil. No need to carry me, you" He got a poke in the stomach and a mock glare..to which he chuckled smoothly and set his angel down on the couch with much care before covering him with a beautiful white blanket and kissing him softly... At last he pulled back and gave a loving smirk. "No I didn't but who says I didn't want to." He replied before giving a wave of his hand and walking to the kitchen the soft silk pajama pants shifted around his long legs and shapely butt, before he vanished to the kitchen. "Touche...I'll make breakfast. You just rest love and I'll join you when it's ready." Then he was in the expensive looking kitchen with its black marble counters and smooth blue tiled floor...he went about making a breakfast of omelets, toast, and milk to drink with a cat like grace while thinking about the hurt he knew was coming with him being almost ageless and his angel being human he knew the time would come where he would have to watch his love grow old and die... But this is what he chose and he hadn't regretted it.
End of first chapter.