It pained him greatly to continue on with this tirade, he was tired of the agony and he gained nothing from seeing those he loved dearly put through Hell over the torment that he was in. Though the pain was cleansing, to a point, he could not continue this anymore. He had to push through, he had to cease this agony and move toward the future...to regain everything that he had lost, get back everything that had been taken from him.
He would right the wrong and it would start with one simple action...
Standing infront of the bathroom mirror, sweat rolled down over his brow as he stared at himself in the mirror. This was not him...this was not the man his family knew him as, nor would he wish them to remember him this way. He would have to spend time cleaning himself up.
He moved over to the shower, twisting the old nobs, ignoring the faint squeaks as steam had begun to quickly fill the bathroom. He was glad everyone was gone, that he was all alone to tend to this sickening agony. He drew in a breath, watching as he turned the shower on, more then pleased as his hand came in contact with the searing hot water.
It was just hot enough to sear off any memories, yet not so hot as to burn his delicate skin. It would not bode well if he burned himself and Dante returned to the wounds...it would prove unfortuitous for him.
Stripping out of his clothing and bandages, he let out a breath he had been holding just before he stepped under the flow of hot water. As soon as the water began to rush over his aching person, soothing every inch and every aching muscle, he shuddered. This was what he needed, everything that had been weighting on his shoulders, fell away as he smiled. Beginning to wash his hair, pushing his hair back as he had begun to wash the sweat, dirt and dried blood from his hair and body.
He let out a relaxed sigh, trying to sooth the ache in his heart, the one that would remain for last. As he stood there, letting the water cascade over his aching muscles, a determined look flashed over his face. No more.
The conversation with Crisis had brought him back, he would not let himself go back to those painful days. He would live for the here and now. He would live for the family he was allowed to be apart of...
Grabbing hold of the shower nobs, he shut off the water flow, listening to the water going down the drain for just a moment, before looking to the scars on his arms. Marred as they were, this would not hinder him, he would push through his pain and endure whatever storm of emotion washed over him.
Turning on his heel, he strode over to the sink, grabbing a towel from the wrack, he wrapped it around his waist as he looked down at the tools he had collected from Dante's desk.
Scissors, straight razor ( like their father used when he shaved) and a hair tie.
He examined himself in the mirror, looking at himself one more time before he took hold of the scissors, snipping away the excess hair. He would keep himself as his family knew him...his hair to his shoulders, even cut though, he would ensure they would know him once more.
Once that was tended to, he set the scissors down before lathering up his neck and face. Shaving...something he was quite skilled at. One such as him, knew how to wield a blade, so a smaller one was easier to maneuver. He picked up the razor, pulling back the blade as it gleamed in the light. Truly beautiful, not like the one that his Father had used, no. But still beautiful.
He took his time, shaving away the hair that had grown in during his time of grief. His eyes narrowed, watching as bruised flesh was revealed. He would not stop, he knew it would anger his brother, but he wished to look like himself once more.
As he shaved away every bit of hair, save for the goatee that he had decided to grow, he felt himself returning, bit by bit.
Vergil set the razor down after cleaning it off, except for one splotch of blood. He recalled a lesson his Father had taught him and Dante when they were younger.
'Always leave a little blood on the blade...'
His eyes softened as he rinsed off the shaving cream from his face, before looking up at himself, seeing the fading bruises on his cheeks. He sighed, knowing full well it would upset his twin, his counterpart. But this was the end of his pain and he would see to it that this was a new beginning, a new start...
His Second Symphony.