Crimson on Ivory

by Lady Luce

The moon flashed silver across the barrel of his gun as it slid across the floor. It skidded to a halt and Dante didn’t have the time to think before his own weapon was turned on him...

-Crimson on Ivory-

-Lady Luce-

March 19th, 2007

Disclaimer: Dante and Vergil do not belong to me nor does any of the contents of Devil May Cry. It all belongs to Capcom. I am not making any money from this and it is simply for enjoyment purposes.

A/N: I've always wanted to write something about Devil May Cry and now I have! Set somewhere around DMC3… when is kinda up to you. This is exactly 300 words so it's a triple drabble.

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The moon flashed silver across the barrel of his gun as it slid across the floor. It skidded to a halt and Dante didn't have the time to think before his own weapon was turned on him. Vergil always moved too fast… way too fast.

"It's strange, brother; to think that the weapon you created will be the one to take your life," the elder leered, his eyes boring a whole right through Dante, ice turning to fire as it simmered in pools of cerulean.

Dante gritted his teeth, strangling the handle of Ebony in a white-knuckled grasp. Always so confident, always so cocky; he wanted to wipe the smirk right of Vergil's face. He could just pull the trigger; kill two birds with one stone… two demons; even Vergil couldn't dodge bullets at such a close range.

Wind danced across his face, blowing through his pale hair, reminding him of a gentle touch he had almost forgotten. He couldn't do it. A sigh wracked through his body as he lowered his weapon.

Across from him Vergil's hand tightened on the gun, his eyes going wide. A flicker of panic passed across his face as he re-assessed the situation.

"Come on," he bit out through clenched teeth glaring at his twin. "Come on, don't do this now."

Dante levelled his twin's gaze suddenly realising how different they were. The irony fate chose, that they were at two different ends of the spectrum and yet completely identical in so many ways.

Scarlet blazed through the rain as the younger turned.

"You coward end it like a man!" His voice was strained, hoarse with the tension which shook through him. Dante turned something akin to a smile on his face.

"Maybe I am," he replied as crimson bloomed on Ivory.

-The End-

A/N: There are a few canon errors… the main being that a bullet wound would most certainly not kill him. But just give me some poetic license okay? I just felt like writing something and I'm quite happy with it. I need critique so please review and leave some :)

Edited 20th June: I also know that Dante didn't make Ebony and Ivory, however I obviously didn't know that a few months ago. I would normally edit out an error like that, but if I do it will lower the word count and so it's staying this way. (Also I think he only didn't make them in the manga and I don't always take the mangas or anime as canon so meh).

-Luce