Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry or anything that pertains to them. I wish I owned Dante though. He is so cool! I only own the character Gabriel and Amara, but she will not show up much in this fic. So do not sue me because I got nothing of value, except for my PS2 and my Devil May Cry game. ^_^

Lady Deadly Nightshade: Here is chapter 12! *cries* That means there are only 2 chapter left before the story ends! I hope you guys have enjoyed reading the story. It was a pleasure to write the story and I hope to write more in the future. Well enough of my blabbing. On to the story! Oh yea, read and review, please! ^_^ 

Chapter 12- Devils Can Cry

            Dante lay sprawled out on top of his bed in his bedroom, above Devil Never Cry. He was clad all in black. His eyes were red and swollen and they stared vacantly at the white wall in front of them. This had been Dante's daily routine since Gabriel's death, which had occurred almost two months ago. The days had passed by in a blur, a whirlwind of colors and hours that all appeared the same to Dante.

            His mind distantly wandered back the days after they had come back home from the Island of Lost Souls. His state of mind since they had returned alternated from complete shock to utter disbelief. His mind still couldn't believe that his son was gone. He remembered after they had landed, Trish had handled all the arrangements for Gabriel's funeral. She had also informed Gabriel's adoptive parents and told them he had been in an accident. She didn't dare tell them the truth about his passing. It would be too unbelievable.

            Dante's mind recalled Gabriel's wake. He had stood in front of the opened-lid casket paying his last respects to his son. They had dressed Gabriel in a dark blue suit with his black-silver highlighted hair combed back away from his face. Dante had stood there for so long, but no one could move him. Trish had tried earlier and had failed miserably. All Dante wanted was to be by his son's side until they buried him.

            He wanted to see his face for the last time. His face looked so peaceful as if he were merely sleeping, but Dante knew that wasn't the case. He gazed intently at Gabriel's cheek; there was an ugly bruise on it. Dante clinched his fist in self-directed anger. He had done that to him and it pained him deeply. He had vowed he would never hurt him and he had hurt him. He had broken his vow and he would never forgive himself for that. Dante reached into his black trench coat and pulled out the locket that Trish had found and had given it to Gabriel. It seemed fitting that Gabriel should be buried with it. The locket reflected the good times in Dante's life and those days were dead and gone.

            Dante remembered meeting Gabriel's adoptive parents at the wake, for the first time. He remembered Gabriel's adoptive mother hysteric sobs as she saw Dante. She had flung herself into his arms calling him Gabriel. Dante couldn't find his voice to correct the poor woman. Leaving Trish to explain to the distraught woman that Gabriel was indeed gone. The doppelganger figure that stood in front of her was Gabriel's father, Dante. The woman excused herself to Dante and he simply nodded that it was fine. After the wake came the cemetery where they buried Gabriel next to his mother, Amara.

            Dante remembered this more vividly then anything else since Gabriel's death. He had now lost them both and they would rest side by side for all eternity. They were gone because he had failed them both and he would never forget that. These thoughts plagued him at the cemetery and they caused him to sway on his feet. Luckily, for him Trish caught him and kept him upright. Through the wake and the cemetery, Dante hadn't shed a tear. He didn't believe he had anymore left to shed. Yet when he got home from the cemetery, Trish had advised him to get some rest. Trish had helped him to his room and just as he lay down on the bed, his tears began to flow anew. Trish settled down beside him on the bed and comforted him as best as she could. She held him in her arms for a long time, until exhausted he had cried himself to sleep.

            Dante sighed and pulled himself out of these sad memories and thoughts. Thinking about these things weren't going to help him much. Besides these images seemed surreal, like they never happened at all, but unfortunately they had. He continued to stare at the white wall of his room. Trish had entered the room, but he didn't turn his head to acknowledge her presence. Trish was used to this behavior and simply stood beside the bed.

            "Dante are you hungry?" she asked him gently. He didn't give her a reply. It had been the same routine for the past two months. She would ask and he wouldn't reply to her. Then she would go out and bring him some food. She would leave the food with him and a few hours later she would come back to see at least a quarter of it gone. She figured he just ate some of it to keep her from nagging at him. "I'll be back soon." She told him. She kissed him on the forehead and walked out of the room.

            Dante lay there as motionless as before. Then out of his peripheral vision, he caught a blur of movement. He turned his head, nothing was there, but when he glanced down to the floor, he caught sight of a silver frame. How did that get there? Dante thought perplexed. He got up out of bed and walked over to it. He picked up the frame and gazed at the picture. It was the photo of himself with Amara, the frame that always rested on his desk. That's odd, how did it get here. He thought looking at the smiling image of himself in the photograph. He caught his current reflection in the glass, it was completely opposite of the photo. His face now was somber and his eyes looked lifeless, not twinkling with happiness like in the photo.

            He headed downstairs to place the frame where it belonged. He walked over to his desk and placed the frame on his desk, next to a photo of Gabriel. Gabriel's adoptive parents had given Dante a recent photo of Gabriel. Gabriel looked just the same as Dante had last seen him. He picked up the frame with Gabriel's photo and placed it beside the other one. Dante nearly dropped the frame when he noticed the gold locket that had been hidden behind it.

            "It can't be." Dante said breathlessly. With trembling hands, he reached out and picked up the locket. It was solid in his hand. So apparently, he wasn't crazy or was he? He could have sworn he placed the locket around Gabriel's neck and he had been buried with it. Yet there was the locket in Dante's hand. It was the same one, there had only been one made. His mind raced a mile a minute when there was a knock on the door.

Lady Deadly Nightshade: *laughs evilly* Another cliffhanger! I love doing that, keeping people in suspense. I'm evil I know! I hope you liked the chapter now please review. Thanks again to those of you that review! Those reviews really make my day! ^_^ Now I'll be quiet so you can review. ^_^ Bye! *waves*

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