Title: Shattered
Author: NotSoAwesomeFaise
Rating: T for language and blood-play type stuff, I guess.
Genres: Angst
Pairing: DantexVergil/VergilxDante, but it's not meant to be taken that way.
Characters: Dante, Vergil, mentions of Eva
Word Count: 701
Prompt: #27 – Blood
Summary: ...shattered into a million pieces. Just like the mirror.
Feedback: Oh, please, please, please? I am a review whore!
Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry, it belongs to Capcom and Co.
Dedication: Night Companion. I hope this isn't too 'cesty for ya. And thanks for reviewing the last chapter, even though you're not a DxV fan. It means a lot! :)
Notes: Happy Birthday to me, happy Birthday to me, happy Birthday, dear NSAF. Happy Birthday to me! XD I only kid. But today IS my 21st b-day. But I can't get wasted like I wanted to T_T Whatever, enough about me. Here's the next little oneshot for this contest...thing. Also, I'm still s00per behind on PMs. I've only gotten back to one person out of the seven I'm PMing at the moment. Anyways, with that said: Read, review, and enjoy.
Together, Dante thought, his fingers intertwining with his brother's. Together. A sad smile played on his lips and a lone tear made its way down his cheek. After so long, we can finally be together. Like a family.... And he laughed; laughed like there was no tomorrow, and since they were both stuck in Hell, there probably wouldn't be a tomorrow.
Dante leaned his head on his twin's shoulder, that sad smiling still playing on his lips. His eyes closed, he breathed in, as if wanting to take in the scent of blood, death, and God knew what else. "Mother," Dante said quietly, his eyes still closed. "Will she be here?"
Vergil took a deep breath and didn't reply, as though he did not know what to say. After a while, though, he said: "No, brother, she won't be here. This is, after all, the Demon Realm." Vergil's grip tightened on Dante's hand. "I know you want to see her, Dante, but she doesn't belong here. She's too good of a person."
Dante almost cried. He would have thought their mother would be here, since she knew Dante and Vergil would come here...when it was their time. "I...I just want to see her again, Verge." His voice was cracking, but he wouldn't let the tears come. There was no way he'd cry in front of his older brother.
"I do, too, Dante." Vergil dropped Dante's hand and walked forward, pausing at the ledge where a river of blood fell like a waterfall. "But...we can see Father. He's the next best thing, right?" He bent down and scooped some blood into his hands.
"What're you -?" Dante started, but stopped mid-sentence when Vergil splashed the blood over his face. Vergil turned to look at him. "What the hell, man!?" Dante nearly shouted. "Why the fuck did you do that!?"
"Self-baptize-ism, brother."
"Wh-what?" Dante sputtered, utterly grossed out by what his twin had just done.
"Come here. You need to do it, too," Vergil said, beckoning Dante with his index finger. Dante stayed planted where he was, but once seeing the sad look that crossed Vergil's features, he forced himself to walk and stand next to his brother. "Good. Now, do what I did."
Dante looked uncertain. "But why do I need to do this?" he asked.
"It will help you see from a new perspective, and if you do not like the new said perspective, you can always go over there." Vergil pointed to another blood like lake.
"Okay, fine. But how is this like self-baptize-ism?" Vergil just smiled when Dante asked the question.
"Just do it, brother. Please? For me?" Vergil made that face that he used to when they were kids. Before everything had happened.
"Alright." Dante took a deep breath and cupped his hands: Dipping them into the blood lake, he then splashed it on his face.
His eyes were clenched shut. He was almost scared to open them. But he did. And what he saw made him almost want to cry.
Dante stood in front of his bathroom mirror, his hair spiked back, and the water running. Piercing blue eyes looked back him, taunting, laughing, almost. It was as if they were making fun of him. And they weren't Vergil's, like he wanted them to be. They were his own.
Before Dante knew it, glass was flying around him, his hand was bleeding, and the mirror was broken. He had finally realized something he had been holding in for what seemed like forever.
I couldn't save them. It's my fault they're dead. Mom, Verge.... If only I had been home, and not a friend's house, when they killed Mom. If only I had been able to convince Vergil it wasn't her fault that she died, and that it was mine. If only I had known who I was fighting on Mallet Island was him.... Maybe he'd still be alive.... Maybe she'd still be alive.... It's all my fault....
The mask Dante had been wearing for the last fifteen years shattered; shattered into a million pieces. Just like the mirror.