A/N: OK – Dedicated to J

Yeah DMC belongs to Capcom... lucky things!

Whew – this one is a long one – its what I've been building up to for a while – I'm not entirely sure if its done yet… it might get edited again!

J – hope you like it so far!

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Dante put the chair in front of Virgil and sat on it. He leant forward on his thighs and cracked his neck. His eyes were sharp and he liked the way Vergil looked away when he looked into his eyes. Vergil was scared of him it seemed. Vergil afraid to meet someone's eyes, let alone his. My the tables had turned hadn't they?

"Why?" Dante snapped and sat back on the chair and waited for an answer.

Vergil blinked at his twin and stayed silent

"I asked you a question you bastard" he hissed through his teeth

"Where do you want me to start?" Vergil sighed and looked at the floor. "I don't understand, what happened?"

"Tell me why you left!" Dante was angry and was not about to let this go. If Vergil wanted to know what had happened then he would first talk to him and tell him why he left and then maybe Dante would humour him. More likely throw him out, but then beating him to a pulp was rather tempting too.

Vergil just looked at the floor. He looked like he was trying to figure out what to say and where to begin. Dante sat there and stared at him.

"Well, I couldn't stand to be around you any more…"

"You couldn't stand to be around me?" Dante exploded out of the chair interrupting Vergil.

"After everything that I did for you shouldn't it be me who didn't want to be around you?"

Vergil held his had up trying to calm his twin. "Please, let me explain?" He looked up at his brother. He was toned and taught like a wire ready to break. He had to be careful what he said. He knew something was different about him. He seemed to have a dark power that wasn't there before and Vergil wanted to learn more about it before invoking it on himself.

Dante stomped out of the room and returned with two bottles. He held one out to his brother. "I'm still mad at you, but I want you to stay alive long enough so I can hear what you have to say and then I can decide if I should kill you or not!"

Vergil took the bottle of water and guzzled it down fast. It felt cool and pure, it was delicious. Water would not be enough to restore his strength but it would certainly help.

Dante sat back on the chair and drank the water. He kept his eye on his brother. He waited for him to finish drinking and then kicked at him with his boot.

"You deserve a full explanation, and you will get one. But in return I want to know what happened, ok?"

"You deserve nothing" Dante spat at him. "You are in no position to make conditions."

Vergil nodded. This was the confrontation he was expecting. He knew Dante would be angry and he knew it would take a while to put things right but he would try.

"Well it started when you found me. When I had come back." Vergil paused.

"Go on"

"Well, after everything that had happened in the tower, and then on the island, you still just wanted to save me from myself and to stop me doing something that I shouldn't. I threw it back in your face and refused to be saved. I deserved what I got I deserved to be punished. I had hurt you so badly, I'd never done anything like that before…" Vergil took another drink of water.

"No, yet you've managed to do it again."

Vergil nodded. "Yes, and I'm sorry, I'm a fool. I didn't deserve you to take me back. I wanted to just crawl into the gutter and die, but you found me outside and you brought me back in. you helped me through everything. You put up with my mood. You put up with my anger. I was scared at what I had become. I was a killing machine and I had tried to destroy everything."

Dante's eyes narrowed, could it be that Vergil was back on the side of Mundas and he was trying to wheedle his way back into Dante's good books by giving him all the I'm so sorry story. He looked at his feet. He'd let him back in before. He wasn't sure that he would be able to do it again. It hurt like hell to be in the same room as him, hurt in a way that he didn't want it to hurt, hurt in the way that his heart felt like it would rip apart and fall to the floor. He wanted to stay angry at him. He needed to stay angry. Focus Dante.

"You shouldn't have helped me. There was nothing that you could have done to help me. I needed to spend time alone until I was ready to face the world again. I was evil." Vergil massaged at his wound. It was sore but it was starting to heal a little. Would mean getting his coat dry cleaned again. His cheek was still sore as well, the energy he was using to heal his shoulder was being taken away from his lesser wounds.

Dante's eyes widened. "What's that?" He gestured with the bottle of water to his face.

"Demon child at the station. Nasty piece of work." He touched his cheek. It wasn't bleeding but it was tender again. That little bitch had a nasty bite.

"Come on. I'm not finished with you yet" Dante's voice turned colder and Vergil flinched at the change in tone.

"Yes, there is so much." He gazed around the room. "I couldn't face being around you. It was just you, Dante."

"ME??" Dante got up with a start and pulled his brother up by the collar. "All I ever did was love you, you ungrateful bastard!" He held his twin against the wall and could feel the waves of guilt and sorrow coming of him. Dante's blue eyes glinted and grew sharp.

"That's just the point!" Vergil shouted back. "I loved you too much and being around you feeling your love for me, it was too much! I changed in the Underworld, Dante. I changed! I realised I could not only feel emotions of humans but I could taste them."

Dante dropped him. "You never loved me, only yourself" Vergil crumbled against the wall using it for support. Why wasn't Dante listening?

"We are half human. I didn't realise just how much that meant before." Vergil was panting and blood was flowing from his shoulder again. "We can sense each other, how we feel, but nothing like what Father could. He was able to sense exactly what we were feeling and just what we needed. He could tell mother why we were crying and he could feel her. He could feel just how much she loved him"

"Our Father didn't know us! He wasn't around long enough!"

"She told me, Dante." Vergil panted, this argument was wearing him out. He was exhausted, mentally, emotionally and physically.

Dante's eyes widened. "She told you?"

"She told us both, yet you were more interested in the pizza. I asked her if we were good babies and she told us how he could tell what we needed before we could talk. And she told us that he could feel just how much we loved him and how much she loved him"

"Could she tell how much we loved her?" Dante was curious, angry, but curious. His mother was human, but she was more than that.

"Yes, but not in the same way he did. She could tell by the way we were around her. But it was not the same way we could sense her emotions. Don't you remember the way she tasted when she realised he wasn't coming back?"

Dante closed his eyes. He remembered alright. It was bitter and vile. He had been quite ill and Vergil had helped him through it. He had been strong even though they were so young and he had helped him block the pain out. They were able to control how they sensed peoples, Dante had yet to learn to control it, but Vergil helped him to hone his skill. If he hadn't been able to reign his power in he wouldn't have been able to be in the same room as his mother.

"I can taste you." Vergil stood up straight and looked him square in the eye.

"You what?" Dante was disgusted. "Taste me?"

"I can feel your love for me, I can feel how you feel. You are not guarding your emotions, you are throwing them at me. And it hurts. It hurts to know how you feel. You are raging at me but you still love me…"

Dante cut him off with a punch to his other shoulder sending him back into the wall. "I DO NOT LOVE YOU ANYMORE" he shouted and started to punch his brother.

Vergil tried to guard himself but Dante was too strong. The dark power that he could sense was coming to the surface and in his weakened state it was all he could do to was attempt to block the blows. He could feel the world growing dark again. "Let it all out Dante, I deserve this."

Dante just kept hitting him. his punches were getting sloppy and he was making pained noises. Vergil was grunting with pain. He was coughing blood and sagging against the wall. He was struggling to stand up.

Dante slapped at him and Vergil fell to the ground.

"You left me, you bastard, you left me to die and you didn't care. I loved you more than anything I looked after you and I needed you." Dante was babbling through wrenching sobs as he fell to his knees beside his brother.

"I love you too, Dante." Vergil coughed blood. "That's why I couldn't stay. I could feel your love, I could feel your pain that I was causing you by being around you. I needed to get away and sober myself up. I needed to learn to be human again. fighting demons with you is what I want to do. But I wasn't able to do it as well as I used to because of the conflicting emotions."

Dante sobbed and rocked slightly. "They tore me up. I would have been dead if I hadn't gotten to the supplier."

"What the one that gives you the orbs?" Vergil reached out to touch Dante, but the feelings he was giving off made him stop. He was hurting more than before, he was filled with pure hate and rage, but in a mournful way. Not a useful way that they had learnt to channel it into their fighting.

Dante rubbed his face and knocked away Vergil's hand. "Yes the same. But this time it was for different stuff." He stomped off again.

Vergil sighed and sat up against the wall straighter. He was so weak. What he needed was for Dante to leave him alone and let him recover, but he owed it to his twin. He could DT and get a little energy back, but he was almost out of energy and it would only cause him more pain.

Dante was back and held a bottle of green stuff in front of his face. "You know what this is?"

Vergil stared in horror. "This is... But how… Don't tell me you didn't?" Vergil eyes grew wide. He knew what it was. He had fed on it in the Underworld. It was the only thing that had been able to help him to heal his wounds when Mundas put him against great hordes of enemies.

"It was die in our bedroom closet or use the last of my strength and get this." He tossed it down to Vergil.

"But I told you about it to warn you about it" Vergil began.

"Drink it."

"I can't"

"DRINK IT"

Vergil picked up the bottle. "Dante, don't make me."

"You have about 30 minutes before you die I'd estimate judging from the blood loss and the way you are being around me. This is what made your powers awaken more to be able to feel me more. And I can feel you as well. You are dying."

Vergil nodded. "I deserve to die for what I've put you through."

"If you don't drink it." Dante knelt down so the were eye to eye. "I'll damn well force you to drink it." He hissed. He pulled the top off and put it in Vergil's hand.

Vergil looked his twin square in the eye. If he really had enhanced his powers using this then he would be able to feel his terror at using this. In the demon world it had the same use as a Vital Star. It would heal his demon side. But it also healed his demon powers. This had made his demon side stronger and more powerful. This must be what had made Dante's devil trigger change. Vergil's hadn't changed, only grown stronger, and darker.

"Will this help you if I drink it?"

Dante closed his eyes and looked away. His emotions were in overdrive. He now understood why his brother had left, but he still couldn't forgive him. "I don't know what will help me right now." Dante looked his brother in the eye. "I can understand why, but I can't forgive the what."

Vergil nodded. "I understand." He shuddered as he drank the bottle. "Urgh, that's more disgusting than I remembered" He pulled a face and Dante smiled. Was that a smirk on his brother's face? It looked like it. He put his head back against the wall and weakly smiled back.

"Yeah, that's a strong one. I only get the best. They rely on me to get the sods, then drain them and I get first pick." He stood up and held out his hand. Vergil took it hesitanly and allowed Dante to pull him to his feet.

"You need something to eat. Where ever you have been, they didn't feed you properly."

"Mainly rice, I was in Asia."

Dante raised an eyebrow. "Asia, huh?" He put his arm round his brother's shoulder and lead him to the kitchen. "you'll have to tell me about it over dinner. What do ya fancy?"

Vergil allowed himself to be led. There was still a dark mist hanging round the both of them, but his brother's warm comforted him and for the first time in a long while he felt that his brother would finally forgive him.

He sat down heavily on one of the kitchen chairs. "What do you have? There's not much in the fridge"

"There's nothing in the fridge, take out it will have to be."

"Anything but rice."

Dante picked up the phone and dialled. "Hey Joey, yeah the usual, but make it double. And extra anchovies on the second one. Oh and throw in a couple six packs will ya?"

"Pizza?" Vergil rolled his eyes, he should have known.

But at least it wasn't rice.