As their exit sealed, so did their conversations. Dante and Vergil stood there panting, staring at where it had been. The older brother flopped onto the ground with a heave, 'well, at least it's done, right, Verg?'

Vergil simply nodded and stabbed the Yamato to the right in the ground, leaning some of his weight upon it. The sword had cut through so many things, thought Vergil. Perhaps… Vergil shook his head. Such a thing would've been impossible … right? Vergil's thoughts were interrupted by his brother pointing up at the sky.

'That one cloud looks like you,' said Dante, oddly calm. Vergil looked where he was pointing. 'That looks more like a tree, Dante.'

'Exactly.'

Dante laughed while Vergil kicked his side. 'I am no tree, Dante.'

'Your hair is spiky, and you're tall; you're a tree.' Dante smirked.

'And you mess around, and make horrid jokes, yet you don't see me dubbing you a clown.' Vergil retorted, sitting beside his brother. They sat there in silence, staring up at the sky. The silence wasn't awkward, it was more of just not knowing what to say. This was the only time they were alone by themselves in a—somewhat—normal circumstance.

* * *

'So, what now?' Asked Dante, his eyes closed and his arms behind his head. 'I mean, we're stuck here, so we might as well do something.'

That question was like a slap to Vergil's face; he hadn't actually thought this far. As far as Vergil was concerned, they'd be beaten by those demons—as humiliating as it would be—but they weren't, and now Vergil had to figure out how to survive being with his brother after all that has happened. It seemed impossible to think of anything; everything that popped into his head was either Dante's jokes, or worse, talking about another one of his brother's stupid interests.

'Verg?' Dante opened his eyes and looked at his brother beside him. Seeong the focus on his younger brother's face, Dante winced; he didn't expect his question to be that difficult. 'Where are you going?' Dante asked as Vergil stood and walked away from him. 'Is there anywhere to go?' Sighed Vergil, 'I'm thinking, Dante.'

Dante nodded and looked back up at the sky. Something twisted in his stomach. 'Hey, Verg—' a crash cut Dante off. Dante jumped up as Vergil whipped around.

'I didn't think anything could get here,' Dante thought aloud. 'Yet here someone is.'

'You're an idiot, Dante.' Vergil sighed, but he also internally agreed with him. How did a demon get there? Either way, Dante pulled out Rebellion as Vergil did Yamato. Both parties stood for a moment before attacking.

'Can I have the final cut this time?' Dante smirked.

'No, I don't think you can.' Vergil retorted, running ahead of his brother and slashing through the demon's shoulder, the arm of said demon falling to the ground. With a whail of pain, the demon clawed at Vergil, who easily dodged the attack. Dante ran up behind the demon, cutting hastily through the demon in many parts. Blood gushed everywhere, staining Vergil and Dante's already dirty clothes and faces. The demon turned to slash at Dante with its claws, but, as soon as it had turned, Vergil sent the Yamato through the demon's neck; decapitating them. The demon's carcass fell to the ground and a pool of blood began to form around his body.

'I said I wanted the final cut!' Complained the older half-demon.

'And I disagreed.' Vergil said calmly as he walked away.

'Anyway,' Vergil started quietly. 'About what you said, I think would could try … bonding?'

Dante blinked. Had Vergil just said the word "bonding"? Thought Dante. Dante agreed nonetheless, and their attempts to get along began.

* * *

'This was … difficult.' Dante flopped back onto the ground, his back cracking from being straightened.

'Agreed,' sighed Vergil.

Dante and Vergil had attempted to get along by talking, then being silent, then fighting. Their attempts were in vain, as both thought would be.

'You have any other idea of what we could do?' Said Dante.

'I have an idea.' Vergil looked at the Yamato, lifting it slightly.

'Verg,' Dante groaned and sat up. 'I thought I told you: no more portal opening.'

'Would you like to remain here?'

'No, but—'

'Your shack is better than this place.' Vergil spike more bitterly than he intended, but he didn't care. He wanted to be out of there.

'It's not a shack!' Dante corrected and stood, going over to his brother. Vergil lifted Yamato, and sliced down; a tear opening. On the other side showed the Devil May Cry in all its unfortunate glory.

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I apologize that this is so short, but I felt like a mini intro was better than a long one … although I feel like I failed. Do let me know your thoughts on this story, and do correct me if I spelt something wrong/if there's a typo.

Please note: I don't know what happened at the very end of DMC 5, as I have not gotten that far yet. Somethings may be wrong, and I apologize for that. You can also consider this more of a "what if" story.