Chapter 4

Interrogation Begins

The interrogation begins.

They decided to occupy the entrance room, but only with their presence and not with their voices. It was dreadfully silent, the 'scary' sort of silence; like they were anxiously waiting for the worst to happen, but really it was a competition of sorts to see who the first one to speak out was, the loser was the one who didn't speak first.

"Go on, explain yourself; I haven't got all day you know, might just get a call for a job." And Dante won, Typical. Just when he thought Dante was being nice (not that he needed his generosity) he reverts back into the cocky flippant person he most definitely was. Vergil should have foreseen this. He leisurely placed a hand on the wooden desk beside him; he needed something to lean on without making it look too obvious, the bruises on his legs still killed whenever he walked.

"I do not need to explain myself to the likes of you," he snapped, incensed by Dante's authoritative tone, he had no right to demand him answers. No right at all.

"The likes of me brother? Aren't we the same?" He practically dropped his feet on the table, his boots banged on the surface, and the table moaned with a loud creak to the weight crushing it. Vergil scowled, how disrespectful.

"Where is my sword Dante," he changed the subject to something he preferred to converse about. "I have no time to play with you. You're only wasting my time." Dante smirked, Vergil; same as ever. He could never appreciate him as a brother now could he?

"To do what? Seek revenge? Who did that to you?" That, that's all he needed to say, his eyes scanned over Vergil's wounded body, retelling himself of what he saw previously before. A sight never to forget, engraved within his mind. Vergil faced away from him; he didn't need this, this insufferable questioning. Dante only made it worse with his actions, first he beats the crap out of him, and then he brings him back to his home? Shop? Whatever. And cures his battle wounds that he intentionally gave him? How kind. It didn't make any logical sense. And now he requires answers from him, does he think because he assisted him in his weakened state he deserves that right, to interrogate him? Vergil didn't think so.

"It doesn't concern you." He told him with sly smile.

"What happened to you Verge!" His fist met the table with a pound. "How many times are you gonna leave like this? Why come in the first place." He could see the rage coming off him. That was quick, he said what? Four words and he's already enraged? Interesting to know how he could cause such emotion to rise within his rarely-serious twin.

"This is not for you. I come on my own purposes, my own reasons. And you're always there to stop me, well not this time Dante." He spat, all his goals, meddled with by his meddlesome brother.

"Reasons huh, you don't even have a weapon." Vergil lunged for his brothers neck at such a fast speed, no human would have seen it coming. He clamped his hand around, squeezing as hard as he could. Dante already had his gun hoisted up; aimed right between his eyes. What did they expect? They were brothers, brothers always fight for the smallest of reasons. Could they really talk things out like some bloody married couple? I think not. "You can barely stand straight!" He shot Vergil multiple times in the chest when he felt the pressure increase around his throat. He flew back, footing lost. He fell to the floor, unable to jump back up, his legs refusing to budge after such a harsh fall.

He was lucky he couldn't die that easily, he may not have his demonic healing, but he still had the blood running through his veins, which was currently decorating the floor in an absurd manner, gruesome actually; there was far too much red and the dull brown of the floor didn't blend in with the new colour scheme.

Vergil winced, his lungs not functioning to the best of their ability. Just how many times was he going to be defeated by this- Their eyes met again. How long will this tension last? Vergil dug his nails into the floorboards below; he dug them in as hard as he could. How long will he be on the sharp end of the sword? The face of a gun? Just how long. "What- will it take, y-you," His chest rose high and fell down low in a struggle for air. It pained him to breathe; he was drowning in his own blood. "T-To give me, what I w-want," Dante smashed his foot down onto his chest, crushing his bones inside. Another fountain emerged, this time it was from his mouth. What no resuscitation? Kiss of life? At least he wasn't drowning anymore.

"Answer my questions then, and maybe I just might nurse you back to health if you're a good little patient hmm?" Vergil snarled, he shoved off Dante's foot and agreed to his arrangement subtly, a slight nod is all he gave. He had to face it, his body was insubstantial. But very soon he will regain his power; he promised himself that. For now, it was best not to get killed; his humiliation taught him a few things believe it or not. It was time to follow those things through.

Vergil stood up, forced himself to anyway, he kept his moans inside in front of Dante; didn't want to look too risible now did he? It was an amusing display... How far he had fallen, pitiful it was. Dante backed off, allowing him to collect himself before he fired away. Which was now, "What happened to you in the demon world?" Vergil froze at the question, Dante definitely had some sort of idea of what happened, he could tell. He wasn't stupid and he wasn't going to ignore that.

"They... Punished me." He managed out; it hurt to speak, and it hurt to speak about it.

"Why?" So demanding...

"Does it matter brother," he spat at him. He cradled his chest with his bad arm; the other on the table once again holding him steady. This was all too much for one day.

Dante pressed the end of his gun into the back of Vergil's head; he forced his face into the table below, taking advantage of his enfeebled state, he wanted a better answer than that. "I failed to defeat you. Failed. Then I failed again under Mundus' control and then my punishment was served. You did not kill me at Mallet Island; I'm too stubborn to die Dante." He rushed out, there he said it, and yet the gun was still ever present.

"I've noticed." He whispered right into his ear. Vergil shivered; he was far too close for his own comfort. "Did the demons do that to you?" Dante slivered a hand underneath his clothes, dragging his fingers down his back; feeling for, scars? Perhaps.

"You-You- Bastard!" He elbowed Dante without a second thought. Dante grunted, he wasn't prepared for that one.

"Geez!, You're acting like I was about to-" ...Would it of been incorrect to say Vergil resembled a touched child, it was by far the best description he could think of. Or was that taking it too far. Dante stepped back, the sight was a once in a life time thing, never would he imagine such an expression on the face they shared. He wouldn't of minded missing it, though it was too late for that now.

Broken eyes, abused skin... "Vergil..." Was he about to cry? "And they did that to you all this time?" How many years was that?

"That's not for you to discuss!" He yelled, his mistake, he regretted raising his voice now. He slumped over the table, and coughed hard. He forgot he had breathing difficulties now thanks to the bothersome little brother he had.

"Fine! One more question before I end this," he wasn't ready to give up just yet. "Why'd ya do it Verge. I watched my only brother; my only family fall to what I thought was his death. And you rejected me." With a slice of his hand.

"You will never comprehend what it means to be a demon Dante! Your human side has gotten the better of you. Family?" Vergil flipped himself over in a tussle to meet his brother's face. "Would you call this a family?" His free hand slammed down on the surface, his face full of frustration. Just when was Dante going to get it? He was never going to be his brother again, not now, not ever! And he will never understand why.

Dante left, left him to die on that bloody table for all he knew. He had enough of this, he should have finished him off when he beat him back in that neglected building; not take care of him! He had no idea what came over him at the time, all he saw was his brother in pain; and that he had to help. Now all he saw was a stubborn fool that only cared about the level of his abilities and how to increase them. All of this just made him question his own feelings on his brother too! Not two days ago he would have rid the world of his brother. And what did he do? Take him back home like a lost puppy. Idiot.

Vergil watched his brother leave his presence, right until he couldn't see him anymore. When he was sure Dante was gone for good, darkness took over him, the only thing that showed him mercy... Taking away all the pain. Did he mention how peaceful it was? He did.