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12

Just like in his dream. It was just like his dream, minus the gun.

The huge, black creature rammed it's tail into the elder's throat. A ragged, estranged scream of sheer agony ripped from the elder. He kicked violently, pain raging through his body.

"No…." Nero growled, his eyes crimson, his Bringer balled into a tight fist. The creature best be prepared for a fate worse than death. So, so much worse. "Dante!!! Let him go you bastard!!!"

The creature snarled at him. That was it. He wasn't going to let Dante die. He just couldn't. He rushed forward, ready to reek havoc in the damned thing.

And if Nero wouldn't have been washed in his emotions, he'd noticed that the gate wasn't closing yet.

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The blue twin wiped the blade of his beloved sword between his fingers, wiping the black blood from it. The very last Wraith fell behind him as he walked to the edge of the building, standing on the landing, looking down at the ruined city. He looked on in horror as the black mass raised Dante into the air with it's talon like tail, the sharp point pierced through his throat. Pain, he was sure, ripped through his brother's body like wildfire

"Brother" he gasped, shuddering at the sight.

Then he saw the young devil, teeth barred, close to Triggering, Devil Bringer glowing ferociously, rushing forward to the huge thing. He began slashing at it relentlessly, making contact with it's face, it's torso….the mass began to slow, just a little, at the lightning fast onslaught the kid brought upon it with Alastor. He sliced the monster's taloned appendage clean off, Dante falling in a heap on the ground beneath it's girth. He bled from the wound on his throat.

"Oh, dear Brother" Vergil whispered. He saw his body shake, then breathing start again. Dante was, to his relief still alive. And that meant unfortuante news for the young devil.

The young one never saw, or at least looked to have never seen, the energy blast that came from the creature's eyes as he sliced so diligently at it's torso. The blue twin could tell he was so full of emotion, no doubt working to make the creature pay to it had done to his lover. Vergil sprang into action, moving as fast as he could from the landing, Yamoto ready at his side.

It wasn't in his nature to save whom he didn't know very well. This young one, however, was special. He'd left an imprint on Vergil's thawed heart, even though he hadn't know him very long. Sure, they had exchanged some harsh words before, but it really didn't matter now. Plus, his brother loved this kid. He wasn't about to let either of them suffer such a loss.

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Nero hacked and hacked, looking up just in time to see it: the energy blast. He had no time to react, not even a split-second to brace himself. The blast hit him, sending odd energy surging through his entire body. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before. The pain started and radiated outward, so intense that he screamed and writhed in mid-air as it tossed him, like a rag-doll, upward. He was able to catch a glimpse of something before the outstanding pain made his eyes goes white. A flash of blue came into the corner of his vision, then red. A huge, streak of red. Was it blood? What was that blue that made the blood come? His vision whited out and his breathing hitched as his body made hard contact with the ground. He heard his own bones snap like twigs, he felt the pain grow even more intense, and then? Then he didn't feel anything.

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Yamoto served him well, the creature's head splitting down the middle and butter-flying open. Served the vile thing right. No monster that attacked his brother, or his brother's lover, was going to escape his wrath. Unfortunately, he was too late. As he turned, blood slinging from Yamoto's blade, the kid hit the ground with a sickening smack.

Vergil's heart skipped. Dante moved behind him, gasping and struggling to his feet. He didn't even see Vergil standing there, wide eyed, as the creature fell and disintegrated, and the massive HellGate sputtered and sparked out of existence. His brother only saw Nero's crumpled body; it lay lifeless on the ground. Blood came out of the sides of the young devil's mouth, his bringer, which still held to Alastor out beside him, didn't glow at all. Two deaths. Two, fucking deaths.

"NERO!!!" Dante screamed, the scream raspy and estranged from the healing wound on his neck. He ran, as fast as his healing body would let him, to his lover. His eyes were already pouring tears down his cheeks. No, he told himself this wouldn't happen. He told himself Nero wouldn't die. He told himself he'd be there to protect him. He sunk down to his lover's body, cradling the white head in his lap, letting tears fall onto the boy's pale cheek. Sorrow overtook him. Nero is dead. Vergil isn't in sight.

"I love you, Nero" he choked out, holding his lifeless form close to his body. He held is head to the sky, anger making him scream, "VERGIL!!!!"

"Brother" the voice startled him. There he was, his brother. Here he was thinking the blue bastard had left him again….and he hadn't. he'd been standing behind him the whole time. His brother was here, like he promised he'd be. He sheathed Yamoto, kneeling with his brother and ghosting fingers along the boy's cheek.

"Young one", he said, emotion making him almost give tears as well, "How unwise of you."

Dante couldn't believe that phrase even came out of his brother's mouth. He held the boy in his arms, "Shut the fuck up, Verge", he sniffed, "You were supposed to help! What are gonna do, just fucking sit there?"

Vergil reached into his pocket, pulling out the thing he'd worked hard to get. It glowed the blue light on the teen's face. This young devil…..he'd sacrificed for Dante. He'd died for him. That, in itself, was noble.

"This is why I was so late, brother" he held up the orb, Dante's face twisting in a hopeful expression.

"Please Vergil, Please" he begged, looking down at Nero's lifeless form, "Please save him., He's my everything."

The blue twin knew what he was going to do. This teen in front of him was worthy of what Vergil, at first, thought he wasn't. "He died for you" Vergil whispered, thinking to himself how his premonition had become so true, "Like I did." He opened his eyes, which had closed momentarily, and looked Dante straight in his, the blue eyes understanding one another. He lowered the orb to the kid's chest.

"Liebe ist fur alle" he whispered, Dante's eyes narrowing at the words he didn't understand. Love is for all, Vergil thought. That's what all those past years had taught him. This kid had done the most worthy of things, in Vergil's eyes. He lowered the orb, watching it be absorbed into the teen's body. He watched, willing to kid to breathe, just breathe….

Dante pushed white strands of soft hair from his face, his heart thumping rapidly in his chest. "Come on", he pushed the hair back more, "Come on…."

A slight glow returned to his Bringer, a small breath coming out his full lips. His eyes opened to slits, a small, small smile gracing his lips, "D-D-Dan-Dante?"

It seemed that relief was the greatest feeling in the world at the moment, his lips pressing against the kid's as soon as his name passed them. He pulled back, hugging the kid close to him, tears rolling down his cheeks, his heart about to explode.

"Dante" Nero smiled, a tear of his own rolling down, "I thought I lost you."

"And I almost did lose you" Dante pulled back, wrapping his hand around the back of his lover's neck. It was over. All of it was over. He looked to see that the Hellgate was closed. There were no demons. Thank all, everything was over.

Nero pulled himself up from the ground, with a little help from Dante, turning to Vergil as he did so. The blue twin stood with his hands behind his back. He looked somewhat satisfied, giving Nero a slight smile from where he stood. Nero kissed his lover, then, turning to Vergil, embraced the blue twin.

Vergil tensed at the sudden interaction, but, after a moment returned the embrace. "Thank you so much, Vergil" Nero said, pulling away and almost laughing at the expression on his face, "How can I ever repay you?"

"You? Repay me?" the older twin shook his head, that tongue clacking against the roof of his mouth, "You really are something, young one. You proved that to me today."

"What?" Nero was taken aback, yet felt a great amount of happiness and pride at the words.

'You gave your life for Dante" Vergil gazed upon his brother, who had come to stand beside his young lover, wrapping an arm around the slender waist, supporting some of the weight, "You willingly risked your life to try and save his, to give that demon a taste of your blade for what it did to him. I commend you, Nero. I think Dante has himself quite a prize in you.

It was wonderful. Truly it was. How great it was to be alive and sharing such a moment. Was the timing weird? Well, maybe, but when was it not? Was it not funny how things happened? The day had gone from completely horrific to just damn peachy. Who could complain about that?

Dante, personally, didn't give a rat's ass how weird it all was. All he knew was that he had Nero by his side, Vergil, for the first time in a hell of a long time, was a genuinely good person, and he? He felt better than he had in a long time. When they got back to Capulet, he was had some shopping to do and some plans to make………

"This place is a wreck" Nero observed, picking Alstor up from the ground. Citizens slowly started to make their way to see the damage done. Their faces were shocked, but they thanked the slayers for what they had done. Some of them started to clean up what they could.

"We'd better stay and help " The elder slayer said, earning a distasteful look from his brother.

"What? I thought you likes having things spic and spam?"

Nero shrugged and walked over to a huge pile of rubble, snickering as Dante and Vergil argued like big babies with each other.