Author's Note: Hey guys, sorry for the late update, straight 9 hr shifts suck. I'm overjoyed you are liking this.

Kerrianne Harrington: Thank you, I try.

inujak: Thanks. . From a young and arrogant smartass rebel in DMC3, Dante evolves into this mature, level-headed, slightly brooding demon hunter in DMC1. After all that happened, I don't really blame him.

Sessol Seeker: Yes, Dante's about to get a little darker. Hope you like! Thanks for reading ! –hugs-
SaiyAsianMaki: -nods- Same here.
Morwen: Aw thanks so much! Hope you enjoy!

You'll let me know if you like, won't you? Ta.

"I don't know who you are anymore, Vergil!" Cried Dante, his voice anguished. "You act like a stranger; you don't even bother to have the decency to answer me!" Dante dashed after his brother, who was heading for the front door. Clad in his favourite blue trench coat, Vergil seemed completely oblivious to his brother's nagging; much to the 18 year-old half-demon's annoyance.

"Where the hell are you going? Just answer me, damnit!" Dante carried on, following his brother. Vergil continued to ignore him, his hand closing over the door knob.

Vergil paused briefly, glancing at his brother over his shoulder, his features unreadable.

"I really don't want to discuss this right now, Dante." Vergil said briskly. He was not in the mood to come up with yet another elaborate lie.

"You don't want to dis..?" Dante began, waving his hands in a wild, frustrated gesture.

"Oh what the bloody hell… You don't want to do anything with me or mother anymore Vergil! Let alone "discuss" a..."

"Not now, brother." Vergil cut smoothly, his cool, low voice tinged with a dark, slightly vexed tone.

"I'm sick of this Vergil, don't brush me off like that! The world doesn't revolve around you!"

"But it soon will..." Vergil whispered ever so softly, more to himself than Dante, his voice barely audible. He opened the door, feeling the cool night air wash over him with its icy fumes.

Dante sprang forward and blocked Vergil's path out of the door.

"Vergil, I repeat, what's the meaning of these nocturnal vanishings? You don't come home till dawn…I don't know what you've told mum, but whatever it is, I'm not buying it, Verge! I know something's up." Dante pressed, growing more anxious about his twin's odd demeanour by the moment.

"Step aside, Dante." Vergil's eyes flashed like blue slivers of ice.

"No! Until you tell me what the hell is going on, I'm not letting you go anywhere! C'mon Verge, we're twins for gods' sake, I've a right to know!"

"Can you get any more pathetic, Dante? Look at you, snivelling like a low human. Get your act together, for once, and start acting like a true devil's descendant. That said, I'm under no obligation to tell you anything let alone…" Vergil replied crisply, but he never got to finish his sentence.

Dante delivered a solid punch to Vergil's jaw, causing the older twin to stumble, eliciting a low grunt of pain.

"Mother's a "low human" too, or have you forgotten that little detail eh Verge?" Dante growled, his blue eyes blazing.

The unexpected flash of steel pinned Dante to his spot before he could advance on his twin.

Vergil, with inhuman speed, had reached into the folds of his long blue trench and drawn a vicious looking katana. There was a sudden pressure in the air around him, pulsing eerily with a dark intensity.

"I warn you, Dante, step in my path again and I swear I will..." He trailed off, putting his blade away just as suddenly, his eyes flashing to Eva, who had just rushed downstairs to see what the racket was about, her eyes widening in fear and confusion at the unexpected scene of her sons' violent conflict unfolding before her eyest.

"What? What are you gonna do? Are you going to kill me, huh, Vergil?" Dante growled, his eyes welling up with frustrated tears as he did so.

He was better off dead than suffer this nightmare.

Vergil shot one final glance to his brother, a sudden, brief semblance of pain flashed through glassy blue eyes, then, rubbing his aching jaw, he walked past him without further word.

Between anguished, ragged sobs, Dante heard the door slamming angrily, Vergil's footsteps fading away…

Hours later, the fountain of Devil tears had dried, leaving Dante with a cold, numb ache in his chest.

He tried to ignore the pain, even as he ignored his brother, who had just entered his room in total silence.

The mattress creaked quietly as Vergil sat on the bed, his rigid pose outlined gracefully against the moonshine that leaked through the open window.

"Hey..." Dante whispered, his stern glance softening somewhat.

Vergil gazed at his brother, his sour mood dissolving.

"I'm sorry." His lips moved silently. Dante could feel an unspeakable burden weighing heavily on Vergil's mind.

"So am I…" He whispered back. "Just tell me what's happening, Vergil. I know something's bothering you…Come on man, just talk to me…"

The young man bowed his head in deep thought. In a rare show of affection, Vergil laid his hand on Dante's shoulder.

"You're right, Dante. I don't even know who I am sometimes…" His voice quivered.

Dante drew a deep, empathic sigh, patting him on the back.

"Don't worry, Verge, I'll always be there for you. All you have to do is be honest with me..."

Dante palmed his tears away, frowning deeply. He made his way up the stairs and stepped quietly behind Trish, who was staring out of the window mutely, lost in contemplation.

In the dark.

"I'm so sorry." She heard him whisper.

Trish sighed, berating herself inwardly for not being able to stay mad at him.

This time, she truly wished she could.

It would make things easier.

Turning around, she slowly extended her hand to touch him in reassuring tenderness, but hastily withdrew, painfully remembering that Dante didn't like being touched anymore.

Quickly, he reached out, and clasped his hand tightly over hers, squeezing warmly, fingers lacing. His free hand stroked the flaxen hair which fell straight down her back.

Like a brother would to his sister…

"Listen…I don't want to hurt you Trish… I'll set you up somewhere else until I sort things out." Dante said in a low voice.

Her silence was broken by a strangled sob.

Alarmed, Dante drew his gaze to her face.

"I miss you, Dante. I miss you so much. I…I just want to be there for you…But you never let me. Now you want me to go."

Never leave me, Trish…

"It's only for a little while, I promise."

Trish pulled away, and nodded. "Very well, I give up. I'll go and get my things." She said hollowly.

The wind was now a hushed breeze, rustling the only tree outside The skeletal branches stirred with a low moan, much like a man's final, dying sigh.

"You don't have to go so soon…"

"Sooner the better..." She brushed past Dante without looking at him.

Dante's lips compressed as he watched her go in her room to pack her stuff.

Eva's room.

The sooner I'm out of your life, the better…for both of our sakes…

But, Trish, I will not say goodbye.

Please don't say goodbye…