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I had a hard time with this chapter at first..not knowing exactly how to write it...but I really like what I ended up with, and hope u all do too! A/N Thanks Seeker for your input on this...
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OK...Well now that that's taken care of...on with the story!
Vergil awoke the next morining to two things. First of all, opening his groggy eyes, he realized after regaining his focus, that he was staring directly into Ebony's barrel.
A pair of pale blue eyes, and a devilish smirk awaited him from behind it. He also realized that his hands had been tied together above his head, and fastened securely to the frame of the pull out bed.
"Good morning asshole..." Dante shoved the barrel further into Vergil's head shooting him a toothy smile. He was laying in bed, one arm propping up his head, the other holding the gun.
"Good morning yourself." Vergil laid still just looking at Dante. "How long do you intend to hold that thing to my head, and I'm all for being kinky, but can you loosen these ropes? I can't feel my hands..."
"As long as it takes to find out why the hell you're in my livingroom, and IN BED with me...and no...I feel safer with you tied up..."
"Don't you remember anything that happened? You asked me to stay with you last night so I..." He was cut short as Dante bumped the gun into his temple.
"You expect me to believe I asked the dude who's been trying to kill me, practically my WHOLE life, to sleep in the same bed with me?"
"Don't act as if that is unusual or something. When we were younger we always..."
Dante sprung up like a lion, stradling Vergil's chest.
"That was a ages ago. The Vergil I loved died a long, long time ago. But for the sake of arguement...say you are him... didn't I kill you?..."
"Im not dead Dante...I'm still that man...just let me prove it to..."
Dante struck Vergil acorss the face with Ebony's barrel, causing his lip to start bleeding.
"SHUT UP!" Dante had a crazed look on his face.
"Now heres how this is going to go shit face...you are gonna tell me everything I want to know, and Ebony here better like the answers, because she has a short fuse when it comes to liars. If she likes them, I just might let you live, but if she dosen't I'm gonna book you a seat on the next bullet train to hell...got it?"
Dante sat over him with a pleased look on his face, waiting for Vergil to say something.
Vergil was about to open his mouth to speak when Trish came flying down the stairs.
"Dante...what the hell are you doing?" She stopped at the bottom of the stairs, studying Vergil's current predicament.
"So you are in on this too? What the fuck...I'm unconcious for how long I don't even know, and I wake up to find my homicidal, estranged, supposedly dead brother shacking up with my partner? Has the entire world gone crazy or what?"
Trish went to speak up, but Vergil beat her to the punch.
"Dante...this is not at all what you percieve it to be...if you would just let us explain, then you would see..." Dante sent another blow to the side of his face, this time sending tiny droplettes of blood spraying onto a neighboring pillow.
"DANTE...STOP THIS RIGHT NOW...DID YOU LOOSE BRAIN CELLS OVER THE PAST FEW DAYS?"
Trish stepped towards him, but was greeted by Ivory being pointed at her.
"Stay there you traitor!" Dante was acting unlike anything Trish had ever seen before, and therefore had no clue in hell how to calm him.
"And what exactly are you planning on doing with us then?" Trish crossed her arms, waiting for Dante's response.
He started to laugh inwardly. I was a low, dark chuckle. "I plan on making him suffer the same way he did me for the years, and years, AND YEARS HE LEFT ME! HE GOING TO FEEL THE SAME PAIN I DID AFTER HEARING LIE, AFTER SICKENING LIE FROM HIS FORKED TOUNGE!" Dante had by now laid Ebony down, still holding Ivory on Trish, and was punching Vergil in a blind rage.
Trish knew this had to stop, and rushed Dante, hoping to high heaven her parter didn't shoot her in the head. He was too busy with his assault on Vergil to notice her, and she succesfully grabbed ahold of Ebony, sticking the barrel into Dante's forehead.
"ENOUGH DANTE!"
He stopped the punching, and seemed to snap back into reality. He sat there as if almost trying to determine where he was, holding his hand up to study the blood that was now staining it.
"Trish? Why the hell are you pointing that thing at my head...?" He looked down at Vergil, still laying there looking at him, blood dripping from his nose and mouth.
"Vergil? Where the hell did you come from...what's happening to me?"
Dante dropped Ivory out of his hand letting it fall onto the bed. He sat down on the bed next to Vergil, slumped over, seemingly lost.
Trish instantly began to untie Vergil's hands. The ropes had burnt twisted patterns into both of his wrists. Sitting up, he began to rub them in an effort to regain circulation into his hands.
Trish and Vergil exchanged glances at eachother as if to say "What the hell just happened..."
"God Vergil...your bleeding all over...wait a minute and I'll go upstairs and get you a towel." She headed back upstairs.
Vergil sat there in silence with his twin, before he decided he would attempt to speak with him. But instead of speaking Vergil uncharacteristicly let his emotions get the best of him.
His only reaction was to grab ahold of Dante with all of his might. "Thank god you are awake."
Dante stared straight forward, looking angry again, but then admitting to himself how much he had missed Vergil's touch.
"Ow! Watch it you big jackass...that hurt like hell !"
"Im sorry...I just...nevermind." Vergil released him slowly. "How long were you holding that gun on me for anyways?"
"Oh about an hour I think. I honestly don't remember." Vergil couldn't help but notice the hint of sadness in his voice.
"Dante...about that...I..." He was cut short as Dante placed a single finger over his lips, smearing crimson liquid across them like a painter creates a fine work of art.
Vergil closed his eyes drinking in the feeling of Dante's touch. After all of the years spent in hell, he was sure if there was a heaven, this had to be it, bloody face or not.
"Has anyone ever told you that you talk too damn much Verge...?" Dante ruffled up Vergil's hair playfully.
"Yeah actually...a long time ago, someone very wise once told me that same thing..." Vergil leaned over and placed a soft kiss on Dante's lips, transfering some of his blood to them..
"I'm glad you are awake. I was begining to think the antidote I gave you might of been too strong."
"Nah, nothings too strong for me." Dante chuckled, licking the blood off of his lips in a seductive manner.
"I suppose you are right..." Vergil sat up in the bed just staring at Dante, wanting to take him in his arms and make love to him right then and there.
"Do I look that bad...jesus the least you could do is tell me..." He raised his armpit to his nose. "Holy shit... I could really use a shower right about now. I smell worse than those damn hounds that were chasing me."
"You could use a shower, I have to admit, but that was not what I was staring at." Vergil got out of bed slowly, and headed to the kitchen, holding his hand under his mouth and nose in a vain attempt to catch the blood dripping from them. "Coffee?"
"Next you're gonna ask me one lump or two right? Well shit, I'd have to say I already have about 30 or so right here." He heard Vergil laugh slightly, as he pointed to different parts of his body. "If I had a few more bandages wrapped around me I'd look like the friggin' Michellin man." Dante contined to look himself over.
"So what were you staring at then...?" Dante yelled into the kichen, running a hand through his hair, and egotistically making a face like was grossed out at the feel of it.
He heard Vergil start the coffee machine, and a minute later he was walking back into the room.
"There is so much I need to tell you Dante..so much you need to know...I don't really know where to start...and..."
Trish came back down the stairs, throwing a towel at Vergil's head. "Sorry that took so long, but SOMEONE..." she shot a glance at Dante sho shrugged as if to say not me..."SOMEONE who will remain nameless didn't do any laundry like I asked him to last week, so I had a hard time finding anything clean."
She continued bitching about the clothes, until she noticed that neither one of them was listening to a word she was saying, instead staring deeply at one another.
"I guess I should leave you two alone to talk then..." She looked at them, waiting for some kind of answer.
Vergil and Dante kept their eyes locked on eachother, both saying "Yeah" at the same time.
Trish rolled her eyes and ascended the stairs..."Twins...I'll never understand them..."
I loved that Chapter! It made me LMAO! Hope you all liked it...more to come very soon! Please R&R!