Chapter 7

His Mind Works Wonders

It wasn't intentional, it just sort of... Happened.

"Vergil," he tugged down his arm, "Look at me Vergil," he did. Tear drops streamed down his bruised face.

"No, Dante don't-"Dante only tugged harder on his arm. He didn't want him to go; he didn't want him to leave him.

"Shh, it's okay," He pulled his brother closer; he wanted to be close enough to share the body heat they had.

"When will it end, Dante please make it stop." He pushed himself further into Dante's hold, Dante held him tightly, never wanting to let go ever again. "I don't w-want it to happen a-again," he whispered into his chest. It was, upsetting.

"It won't I promise Verge, I'll fix this. I'll do it for you," he whispered back into his ear like a lover. Vergil's snowy hair fell across his eyes, he looked more like Dante this way. They were two pieces of a whole. Put them together and they were complete.

"Dante," he was breathless. And his face, he was making that... Dante choked. "I need you to fix me Dante," he told him. Vergil's plump lips were red, a cherry red, his cheeks also flushed matching the colour. "Heal me," he was a darling. He had his hand over the place where his heart was meant to be. His icy blue eyes melted into soft watery ones. He couldn't resist him. He placed his hands on either side of Vergil's perfect... Beautiful face and dived into the kiss. Vergil made a small noise against his lips, it felt brilliant. He parted his lips with his tongue, Vergil welcomed him in.

Everything was perfect. As perfect as it could be. But like all perfect things, they never lasted long enough.

Dante opened his eyes in a flash, he widened them in utter shock; his stomach twisted in pain. He let out a strangled cry; his throat fell dry afterwards. Dante looked down, Yamato shinned before him, impaled within him. He looked up to see a different Vergil, a corrupt Vergil. Pale, blue veins dragged along his face. And those demonic red eyes, like any true demon, they would possess those red blood thirsty eyes. He twisted it further into his body, it jarred his insides greatly. Dante's amulet fell out as he crouched over the sword inside him. He grunted stiffly, this must be the most painful thing he'd ever felt in a long time. It was like the fires of Hell were burning his insides.

Vergil pulled off his amulet from his neck, and held it in his other hand inspecting it closely. Dante tried to reach out for it but the pain- he-

"VERGIL!" He crushed the birthday gift from his mother into pieces, shattering the precious stone within his hand. "VER-"

Yamato retracted from him, it pulled out so fast his whole body screamed in agony. Its whole length dragged across his flesh and blood, the blood escaping in a spray out of him and into the space between them. Dante fell, maybe even died. Only a demon would do something like that; demons really knew how to break a soul. It was pleasurable for them... A guilty pleasure.

And like any dream, they could easily turn into nightmares. It just, happened.

Dante recklessly groped for his amulet about his sweating chest. He didn't even bother opening his eyes first, which would have helped. Once he found it he took a deep breath in, feeling at ease and began to flutter his eyes open. That was one hell of a dream. Sweat trailed down his temple, he was only beginning to comprehend what he just saw. Him and his brother, brother.

'Would you call this a family?' those words just kept coming back to haunt him. Then it made him wonder for a moment; what did this make him and Vergil now? He stretched on the couch; satisfying cracks came from his back. He let Vergil have his bed again. After ordering pizza he bandaged him up and put him to bed, telling him he needed to rest. He would make a really good nurse thinking about it. Oh. No; Dante tossed the thought out of his head; he'll stick to being a demon butcher thank you very much.

He sat topless on the couch, rubbing away sleep from his tired eyes. His nose told him he needed a shower, he smelt like... Rot, there was nothing else to it. The demons from last night rubbed their scent on him, how disgusting. He scrunched up his nose at a sudden image that sprung into his mind, which was the last thing he needed to remember; that sloppy wet lick from that Lust. He subconsciously rubbed at his cheek while making his way up the stairs, it was just so horrible, and he needed to expel the feeling from his body, sandpaper his cheek maybe! It was just that sickening. The floor boards creaked beneath him on every step up; he hoped the stairs weren't next to fail on him. First his door now the window! What was next the entire front room? Don't jinx it, don't jinx it.

He creeped into his bedroom, he intentionally left the door ajar in case Vergil needed anything. He didn't tell him that of course, Vergil was too proud to accept help from the trust-worthy-Dante. It's not like he was going to blackmail him, honestly now. What could he possibly want from him in return? For him to treat him like family. Not in a million years.

His crystal orbs took in the alluring sight of his twin. How vain. Vergil was spread out across his bed; his hair array and body... Let's just say he was without clothes; and only in the bandages he wrapped him in a few odd hours ago. His bottom half covered by the thin sheets, unfortunately for Dante. A leg jaunted out to the side, did Vergil sleep in the... Nude? No, he put those inapt thoughts aside for a spilt second. He came to take a shower, yes a hot steamy shower would take his mind off things...

Boy was he wrong.

He threw on his clothes so quickly in the cramped room; one would of thought it was a race. He was hoping Vergil wasn't awake yet, he wanted to... He wanted to experiment on something, an idea he conjured up while showering. He knew a conscious Vergil would never allow it to happen, but what he didn't know couldn't hurt him right?

He hovered above him now, staring at his sleeping face. He was unlike himself while asleep; all the pain from his face seemed to vanish; he was at peace. He wondered if Vergil dreamed. If he did, what of? He sat lightly on the bed, doing his best not to disturb him in his slumber. Dante even went as far as touching his face, again. He didn't care for the bruises and scars anymore; Vergil's skin was perfect in his eyes. He just wanted to test something; try something out. He needed to know this... His feelings for his brother. Just what were they exactly?

He leant over... his lips parted slightly. He didn't want to draw back now, no. How else would he possibly know? Vergil stirred. Dante stopped in a heat beat, and snapped his eyes open; he didn't even realise he closed them in the first place. Dante's heart skipped a beat, the pattered diverted, his mind yelled curse words - no - he wasn't caught red handed was he? What would Vergil think of him now!

Absolutely nothing, because his eyes weren't even open. Dante thanked Sparda twice that day. He removed his hand at once, though his body was still close. Dante's half of the Perfect Amulet swayed steadily between them, his tried his best to settle down his nerves from his falsely invoked panic. He was doing a good job at it too.

And then Vergil moaned. Moaned, ladies and gentlemen.

That hit him right in the groin, Dante staggered back a bit; his mind raced off the instant it heard the noise come from those most sinful lips of his. It was only a little moan, but he was so close to his face when it happened! He couldn't control himself.

He couldn't control himself. That was enough proof on its own.

Noises from downstairs were came to his ears; heavy foots steps, voices even. People? He wondered who was visiting him, probably customers. He stole one more look of Vergil before he left, Vergil was making that face, that... He didn't even want to think about it, the last thing he needed was a bloody tent in his trousers. He rushed downstairs, forgetting he was topless. Not that it mattered; his well toned chest was nothing to be ashamed off.

Dante left too fast; he missed the name Vergil uttered in his sleep. All well.

Look who came, the magnificent Lady and her assistant Nero the punk. A pair he did not need in his shop right now, Lady because he was currently pissed off with the door issue. And Nero because, well. Dante's face sunk, if Vergil were to wake or even come down... Would he be able to sense it? His sword and his demon? Nero's arm wasn't even in its sling. It was better that way, something they could all agree on. "See, I told you he was still alive. Dante wouldn't die that easily," Lady said to Nero.

"Die? That isn't a way to greet someone, what happened? Couldn't knock on the front door first." Lady rolled her eyes, yes, he was still mad about it Lady.

"Look at this place old man! Or are your eyes loosing their focus. There's blood everywhere! And there's a smashed window, what do you call this? Redecorating," so that's why he thought he was dead, he really ought to get the place cleaned up sometime during today if he could manage it.

"Well if it's not quite to your tastes kid then pick up a cloth and start cleaning, you're more than welcomed to do so, with that arm of yours you can do anything quick." He winked, and flashed a toothy grin. Nero caught his innuendo and flushed slightly.

"Pissoff old man," he shot right back at him. Dante leaned casually against his desk, arms folded and all. He wasn't affected in anyway, when was he ever by Nero's remarks?

Lady stepped forward, "I'm guessing you're still dealing with the little problem you brought home." His day just kept getting better and better.

"So what, I want to deal to deal with it."

"You know what will happen," Nero kept quiet; this wasn't to do with him. It would of been nice though to have an insight on the matter, not that they'll supply him with one. He felt like the little kid who watched his parents argue in front of him, but was unable to register what it was they were arguing about. "It won't end well, you should leave it now. Don't mess things up any further than you've already done."

"Who said I messed anything up?" Dante curled his fingers inwards, her words were getting to him.

"He's been trying to kill you ever since Dante," their eyes met for a brief moment. "What makes you think he'll stop now? He has an obsession; he'll do anything to get rid of what will stop him from reaching that goal." His goal.

"What if he has a new goal now? What if he's changed his damn mind," he kept bombarding her with alternatives, constantly denying her words. He didn't want to listen, he didn't need too if he didn't want too. But that was just arrogant.

All fell silent, it was insufferably awkward for Nero, poor him. He kept his gaze elsewhere, letting the two share their intense moment without an intrusion from him.

"You still owe me one hundred and fifty you know," ah of course, the matter of the money... He should have seen this one coming.

"Can we bring it down to just forty? I'm not made of cash." That was a ridiculous offer and he knew it.

"One hundred Dante,"

"You still owe me a door, fifty." Clever, that ought to bring it down a tad.

Lady raised her elegant brow, he had a point there, "ninety,"

"Fifty-five,"

"Eighty."

"Fifty-nine."

Lady wasn't amused. "Seventy, my final offer,"

"Fifty-nine, ninety-nine?" Nero chocked back a laugh on that one. The old man was cheap!

"We'll discuss this another day Dante," Lady drawled, rolling her eyes in the process.

"What's wrong?" He chuckled, failing at pretending to be serious about it. "Let's deal with it now, I added the ninety-nine cents, you should feel honoured by my generosity."

"Right," this was getting inane. "You guys, let me say what I came here to say." Nero spoke up, all eyes were on him. "Major parts of the city are infested with demons, you coming to the party old man or am I just gonna have to start it without you, people said they'll pay up if someone get's rid of the demon scum down there, thought you would be interested." He was, but he couldn't... He couldn't just leave him could he? Dante momentarily looked up the stairs, Lady sighed, expression bored. She already knew his answer; she intervened before Dante made up some lame excuse about not being able to join Nero.

"Come on Nero, Dante's got other stuff to deal with first. He can't come out to play, he's got company,"

"Company? Him?" He pointed with his devil bringer.

"Yeah kid, a real sexy babe I brought home. Wanna join?" Nero cringed, Dante was taking the piss. He flipped him off, and stomped out the room; Lady not far from him.

The actual door stood on the opposite wall, its hinges were blown off and edges leaving it dodgy. Looks like it was all up to him with the door situation now... And the window, he could just put a painting in front of that right? Cover up the hole... Anything. Why couldn't someone else do this all for him? Why did he have to be the one left with all of this! First he has to take care of the demons, now the doors! A window, Vergil. Lady and Trish were pissed with him; the whole world was against him! Even the kid, well the kid was always against him.

"Dante?" Oh what now. He steadily shifted himself around to face the stairs, what problem was coming his way now? - Oh. Hello, Mr. I'm-so-Gorgeous. Now that is what he called sex-hair; a fine look his twin had going on there. His coat hanged low on his arms; he was struggling to pull it up, he was doing it all wrong. And his trousers were odd, were they on back to front, or just a little low on the hips? He only just noticed how well they defined his legs... "W-who was here?" he pushed away his fallen stands in his face, he tried to look decent. And failed miserably.

Dante wondered, he didn't happen to sense Nero did he?

"Just customers, it is a shop you know." He lied, but it was a shop, yes. That wasn't a lie.

"You're lying to me aren't you?" He pulled his coat right up, Dante's perverted mind cried in anguish, and he mentally kicked himself for the mental outburst. "I need a weapon Dante," Dante snapped out of it and listened to him. "I do not want to deal with incidents like... Trish as you called the demon, again."

"You don't need one right now; I'm here for you, twenty-four seven bro." What a cheek. Vergil wasn't the slightest pleased to hear such loyalty coming from him, of all people. His eyes caught something, the amulet. His facial expression altered completely. His eyes sparkled at the sight, Dante noticed this at once.

"Where is my half." He demanded, his voice regaining that icy touch. "It's rightfully mine and you know that. I want it now Dante," he was so commanding.

"What you gonna do with it?" Temen-Ni-Gru was one hell of an experience he wasn't ready to go through again, or any similar experiences like it for that matter. Dante eyed the sword him and his brother show-downed for deep in the depths of hell. Stabbed into the wall behind his desk; and Vergil hadn't even noticed it all this time? He ought to move his weapons some place else. The first times he was lucky, he left Vergil in the office bleeding on the desk, he must have fallen asleep or he would have taken the sword and ran off by now.

"It is the reminder of our mother Dante," he hissed bitterly. "I want it back, only I can have it." His fist tightened, he swore if Dante denied him this one thing, he'll-

"Alright, alright, give me a sec," Dante disappeared into another room. Vergil calmed, something was going his way for once. Dante reappeared again with his half of the amulet in his hands, and something else. Vergil came down the stairs to receive what he wanted.

"Don't forget this now, wouldn't want to let it go to waste." He handed over the glossy violin first, so he brought it. And then the amulet with Vergil's name engraved in the back, instead of putting it in his hand like he did with the instrument, he carefully placed it around his neck, his hands lingered on his skin for a moment too long. Vergil shoved him off; Dante was too close for his own liking. "You need to play to me sometime." He ignored the shove, and grinned instead. "It's as good as any sword Vergil, just make the bow a little sharper-" Vergil cursed at him before he could finish; the violin was not a weapon!

Dante only laughed at his irrational outburst, and to think he was that close to Yamato.