A.N: Arow: Look at that for a speedy update, be happy!
Morwen: yeah its only cuz we're in the same house and I can poke her into editing (grins) we never get anything done otherwise.
Arow I resent that I work damn hard this was all my idea without me there wouldn't even be a fic (smirk)
Morwen: true but without me there wouldn't be a whole series!
Arow: I came up with my fair share, I remember rightly the Angel crossover was my idea!
Morwen but it was my idea to…
Arow: Yes stop we're giving too much away, now go read.
Brothers In Arms 2: Nightmares Send Even Devils Crazy.
Chapter 2: I Really Don't Like Flying.
The Night was still dark; wisps of cloud blew across the waxing moon. He was so angry, so annoyed that he continued to have that dream, he thought that would have stopped when he found Vergil and stopped him wandering the path of self destruction, and the dreams had stopped a while, but now they were back.
Vergil wasn't safe yet, not until the real reason he had become evil was destroyed, "Mundus," he growled, hate swelling within him, he clenched his fists and punched the dilapidated building next to him; a crack ran up the three story building, it shuddered and fell, brick and concrete came crashing down on top of Dante who was glowing red with rage as he was buried alive by the demolition he had initiated.
Dante looked to his twin who had been silent since his older self had stormed off in a quite disturbing manner.
"I'm gonna go and talk to myself," he announced with a sigh.
"You know," Vergil started, "Talking to yourself is the first sign of madness," he grinned breaking from his darker thought train.
"Shut up," Dante glared playfully at his laughing twin.
"Oh just go and talk to yourself," was the sharp reply.
"I get more sense out of talking to me anyway," Dante grumbled walking out of the door.
He walked into the night to find the elusive older him, it was strange how he had just walked off like that, and he got the impression Vergil knew something, good luck in finding out what.
Dante stopped hearing a low rumble and ran down the street to see a building collapse burying his older self under the rubble. He was momentarily petrified, not believing what he had just seen; he slowly moved forward to the rubble and stopped seeing rocks move, another step forward and with an explosion of debris arcing in the sky he flew off blue lightening marked its passing. He stood slumped for a moment then made his way back to the shop; he walked in to find Vergil looking at him expectantly.
"Where is he?"
Dante shrugged, "Sparky flew off from under a building."
Vergil looked at him strangely then the phone rang, "Brothers In Arms," he looked at Dante and raised an eyebrow listening and then hung up.
"What?" Dante asked perplexed.
"He wants to meet us at the airport," he looked down at the phone.
"Lets go then, he's not starting this party without me." He grabbed Rebellion and Vergil Yamato both walked out, leaving Brothers In Arms in darkness.
When they finally reached the small airport they found the other Dante leaning against a small three seated plane.
"Where do you intend to take us?" Vergil asked, neutrally trying to hide his uneasiness.
"To an island off the coast of France, its called Mallet and there is a gate to the Underworld in it…the way Mundus intends to get back," he looked at them both and smiled, "So, you up for it?"
Younger Dante grinned back, "I can fly a plane?"
"No, I can fly a plane," he shot back as he climbed into the cockpit.
Dante turned to his brother, "What do you think?"
Vergil hesitated looking at the plane, "I never did like flying," he muttered.
"Fine," Dante smiled, "I get front seat."
The plane engine revved into life and the twins climbed aboard.
It did not take long for them to get into the air, "Hey," Younger Dante looked over the edge then to his twin, "You can see our shop from up here, look."
"I believe you," Vergil nodded.
"No, look," Dante insisted.
"I believe you," Vergil growled, his blue coat complemented his green face nicely.
"Oh, now you missed it." Dante said sulkily.
The pilot chuckled, "I forgot you get airsick."
Vergil just gave a scathing smile and resumed his inflexible position, clutching his beloved Yamato, looking straight ahead.
"Vergil" Dante grinned.
"What?" the older glowered.
"Try breathing."
Vergil scowled darkly, ignoring his childish brother.
The flight was long slow and Dante was bored and restless, "How much longer?" he asked himself.
"A few hours," was the short answer.
"How many is a few?"
"I don't know."
"Do you know where we're going?"
"Yes," Dante sighed, refraining from yelling at his younger self to shut up.
"So why don't you know how long it's gonna take?"
"I didn't time it before, it was kind of blowing up when I last flew away from there." was the gritted reply.
"Oh," Dante fell silent a moment, "I'm bored."
"I noticed."
"How much longer?"
"How is Vergil?" Dante asked ignoring the question, unbelieving how childish he could act.
The younger looked back to see his twin was finally sleeping, "He's unconscious…looking less green…that's good…right?"
"Yes," the pilot nodded, "perhaps you should follow his example."
"What? Turning green and getting airsick?"
"No, sleeping," Dante gritted about to knock his younger self out.
"Fine," the younger slumped back and closed his eyes.
"Finally," Dante sighed with relief, not caring if he was really sleeping…just as long he had stopped bugging him.
The rest of the journey was blissfully silent and he landed the place several hours later at the edge of the foreboding castle.
Dante smiled looking to his younger self sleeping peacefully, "Get up," he shook him roughly.
"I'm awake dad," he drawled ducking the older's hand aimed for his head and got out the other side.
"Vergil," Dante shook the twin gently, "We've landed."
"Hmm?" blue eyes fluttered open, "Father?" his unclear sight perceived the older man.
"No, just me," Dante shook his head, "We've gotta get moving," he helped the younger down.
"Favouritism," Dante muttered scowling playfully at them, but noted how there was a cold distance between them.
Vergil didn't care about that though, he was just glad to be on solid ground.
"Is that the hotel?" Dante asked seeing the castle.
"Are you this thick?" Vergil snapped.
"It was just a question," Dante defended.
"That's the castle which is built around the gate," Vergil said as if it was obvious.
"I knew that."
"Dumbass."
"Look who woke on the wrong side of the plane," Dante growled, "I can't help it if you're not a morning person."
"Quit it," Older Dante pulled the twins apart, looking disapprovingly between them.
"Sorry dad," they looked down simultaneously.
Dante sighed and ignored them, "Come on, the bridge is this way," he walked ahead, "Kids," he muttered, "I never thought I'd hear myself say that…maybe I am turning into dad," he mused, a small smile noting the twins were too wrapped up in their own thoughts to hear that, probably for the best too, he thought moving to the bridge. He was about to put his foot on the bridge but it started moving up. "Guess we've gotta find another way," he commented and started walking, "Although there is one way…" he made a grab for the younger Dante's collar, the younger jumped away just in time.
"No way am I letting you haul my ass around again," he huffed indignantly at his older smirking self.
"What?" Vergil inquired.
They both looked at him with very different expressions; the younger was looking disgruntled while the older was smug.
"Last time, fly boy here decided to drag me around. I'm telling you hanging above the ground by your collar is not fun…luckily you were unconscious for the flight," he ended glaring at he older him.
Vergil turned slightly green, he really didn't like flying.
"Fine," Older Dante decided as he transformed and took to the air towards the raised drawbridge. He gripped the ancient wood and pulled, with a lurch the barricade groaned, he used all his strength, the structure inched away from the battlements, he growled jolting the defences, he wrenched it further and the tension snapped, the iron locks holding the bridge up failed and the mass of wood fell back with a resounding boom.
Vergil watched slightly alarmed by the transformation the elder had taken; he looked from his younger brother than back to the future form as he landed transforming back into the man he had met.
"Well," Vergil murmured, his twin grinned and dragged him over the now unsteady bridge before he could protest.
They walked into the castle and looked around the stone corridor as the future Dante raised the portcullis to allow them access to the main castle, the followed him through a set of red doors.
The twins slowly entered the room looking around with interest; the large hall housed a statue of a warrior on horseback, either side a grand staircase flanked the knight leading up to the castles higher floors.
"This way," Dante just wanted to get the job done and walked through the blue door, unbelievably glad he didn't have to hunt for the key…again.
Vergil froze seeing a large plane filling the room.
"Don't worry," Dante shook his head with a smile, "We won't be travelling in that, its sturdy enough but it only has two seats."
"Good," Vergil managed and hurried through the door to the left.
Dante looked at his older self confused. "How do you know that?" His question went unanswered as they walked through the wooden doors into a long corridor, further down came the sound of clunking wood.
"What?" Vergil asked hand resting on Yamato's hilt.
"Great," Dante sighed, 'another trip down memory lane'.
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