Author's note: Hello everybody! Here is chapter 5, and with it Vergil getting ready to start a new career path of his own, but with a twist. I know a couple of you were concerned about where Lady is, but no need to worry she will be making an appearance for sure in the near future. Now, on we go!

Chapter 5

"I'm leaving," Vergil said flatly to his brother while leaning over his desk.

"But you just got here!"

Vergil headed to the door looking over his shoulder," Your pesky brotherly love is disgusting."

"Fine, do as you please. It's what you always use to do in the first place."

Vergil pushed the door open slightly and met his blue eyes with those of his twin," Don't follow me."

The door closed, ending with an audible chuckle from Dante. Vergil flexed his fist in his new gloves as white orbs appeared in his palms and formed gauntlets and boots that shimmered brightly. He smiled to himself as they disappeared and he kept walking. He had to thank his brother for one thing, his untidiness had worked to his advantage. He was too thick to ever check his treasures, and Vergil had just snatched one of his old prizes.

"Well that went well," Dante smirked putting his hands behind his head," How nice of him to bail when I blew that last payment on helping his sorry ass."

"You think that's rude, I was just checking the closet to tidy up and found something missing from one of the shelves."

Dante's eyebrows raised as she continued," Dante, he took Beowulf."

"Son of bitch, well I guess some things never change. You let em' come back into your life and they disappoint ya."

Trish gave Dante an odd look as he sat there comfortably," I was expecting more of a "let's rock"!"

"To be honest I expected something like this to happen. At least he had the dignity to not take Sparda, right? Anyway I want you to do something for me. I want you to keep an eye on him. He'll listen to you better than he listens to me."

"And why is that?"

Dante looked completely serious and crossed his arms,"You know why."

"Where will I be able to find him?"

"I have an idea," Dante said darkly his brows furrowed.

The wind was blowing gently, causing the tails of Vergil's coat to wiggle slightly. He had the Yamato placed in front of him as he held it with two hands. Here he could be with his mother and be at peace. There was sadness on this hallowed ground, yet Vergil was here today to make up for his past failures and renew a pledge.

He heard footsteps but didn't turn around. He couldn't. Her tombstone was hypnotic as his grim face of determination caused his eyes to burn. He placed a rose on the ground and he felt a hand on his shoulder. He didn't shove it away, he was too overcome by silent and expressionless emotion. Devils never cry.

"I'm so sorry."

Vergil turned his head and realized it was in fact Trish who was there. How dare she stand here on the site of his mother's grave. He drew out the Yamato and pointed it up to her chest as the blade rang from the force of his gesture. "How dare you come here," he said quietly.

Trish could clearly see the look of pain on his face as he said these words. She stepped forward unafraid of the blade which loosened its position as Vergil let his arm fall slightly. He didn't want to fight. Not here.

She rubbed the side of his face as a close friend would. No, Vergil had no friends and she looked his mother. Both of which were the results of Mundus.

She stared kindly into his blue eyes with her own,"You came a long way to get here. Now I know why, please let us," she paused and then said," Let me help you."

Vergil shrugged her away and began to walk off but he could hear her voice trailing behind him," Dante's only trying to help you, you know. He thought it would be a better approach than just beating you."

"I was weak then, things are a little bit different now,"he said advancing still with sword drawn," Besides what gives you the right to be here anyway?!" She was bothering him, he needed quiet, time to think. It pained him to fight at his mother's grave site, but her resemblance to her was a blasphemy to her memory as a gentle and selfless woman.

He rushed at her and did a slice as she flipped over him. He stopped his swing as soon as it almost hit his mother's tombstone. He suddenly fell to his knees as yellow lightning rushed through his body. He looked up as she was walking forward with one arm outstretched, the electricity pulsating in torrents from her open palm. She had a look of firmness about her face.

Her look became a look of surprise when a group of spectral sword appeared over each of Vergil's shoulders and began bombarding her. She crossed her arms over her face as they hit, shattering upon impact.

Whipping out her twin pistols she backflipped and began to unload a volley of shots. Her opponent was quick to respond, whirling the Yamato in wide spins to catch the bullets, which he lined up and then flicked with the blade. The shots grazed her upper arms and legs. She knelt down panting before standing only up to have the Yamato once again at her throat.

"You're boring me," He said with his usual expressionless voice.

She reacted faster than Vergil could have imagined, grabbing the Yamato by the blade with two hands and wacking him across the face with the hilt and then sidestepping behind him to impale him through the back with his own sword. Vergil spun and grabbed her around the neck and pinned her to the door of a crypt causing her to drop his sword with a clang as she reached to loosen his grip on her.

Vergil stared at her seeming to study her, as he lifted her off her feet with one hand. He was debating whether he should kill her, an imposter, a worthless copy. It infuriated every part of him. His soul was screaming for him to kill her, but then he remembered his dream about the bloodied blade on the floor and his mother in his arms.

He released her, and their eyes met for a few seconds as she regained her breath. He stared down at his sword and was prepared to bend down and get it, but she picked the katana up for him.

"You're about as powerful as Dante when we first fought, if not more."

Vergil sheathed the sword quickly and looked at her with a glare," Just what exactly do you want from me."

"Dante wants you to come back with me so that he can set you up with a business."

"A business?"

She saw Vergil raise his eyebrow quizzically after she said this but continued on," He figured you wouldn't want to be partners, but that you could instead hunt demons on your own."

"And protect the humans? No."

"Will you at least hear him out? He knows a guy who at the very least can get you your own apartment."

Vergil turned away and stared off into the distance, before turning back,"Very well then."

"Plus," she said almost playfully," Dante really wants his bike back and Beowulf."

Vergil began to walk back to the road where Dante's red motorcycle was parked, with Trish following close behind," He can have the bike."

"So where's this brother of yours?"

"Calm down Enzo he'll be here in a little bit. At least you're sober this time."

"What's that supposed to mean? You still owe me rent on this dump!"

The door burst open, with Vergil and Trish walking in. The two had been talking so heatedly that they had not heard the roar of the motorcycle pulling up.

"Good job Trish. Now down to business," Dante sighed before continuing in his usual fashion," That little stunt you pulled really pissed me off."

"Are you expecting an apology, brother?"

"Well it wouldn't hurt. Would it kill you to ask first? That bike didn't come cheap."

Trish cut in briefly from behind Vergil as she walked up," I filled it up on the way."

"Also, if you must know, you have a little something that belongs to me."

Vergil looked down at his hands and then at his feet which flashed as Beowulf formed, covering them.

"Is this what you are looking for?"

"Yeah," Dante said unfazed," That would be it. Now hand it over."

"Finders keepers," Vergil smirked," You only borrowed it from me because I wasn't there.

Dante sighed in exasperation and scratched his head," Fine. I kicked your ass when you had them anyway."

"That's a matter of opinion," Vergil scowled, thinking of how much of an arrogant prig his brother was being.

"Um, excuse me?"

The timid voice came from the couch where a fat black haired man sat precariously as though ready to run from the room at any second. Vergil immediately recognized him as the Italian man he had seen at the bar upon reaching the city.

"I thought I was here to set him up with a place to stay," continued Enzo staring at Dante and eyeing Vergil repeatedly as he said this.

"Right you are," Dante said before gazing at Vergil," At least you'll be out of my hair."

"Here is the address. I know the guy who runs the place. His name is Donnie, he'll take care of ya."

Vergil walked over and snatched the slip and stared at it," I'm not a child, Dante."

"Well seeing as you stole some of my stuff without asking and cracked my mirror, I'm kicking you out."

"Some help," Vergil muttered scornfully. He would indeed check this place out, after all he was tired of his brother anyway. He could see why they went their separate ways.

Without warning the door suddenly burst open, revealing the form of a disgruntled Nero who uttered one word,"Dante!"

Several things happened at once. Vergil immediately reached for the hilt of the Yamato. Enzo yelped and jumped slightly in his seat and Trish turned eyes wide in surprise.

The boy was a mess, having not even bothered to change his clothes from his encounter with Vergil. A long bloody gash was clearly visible through tightly wrapped gauze underneath his trench coat since the shirt had been removed. His hair was unkempt and he staggered due to the pain. On his back was the signature weapon the Red Queen which he promptly drew.

"You!"

"You," retorted Vergil with a droll to his voice after drawing the Japanese sword to Nero's throat.

Vergil turned upon hearing a clicking sound, Dante had Ebony to his head, with other gun trained on him as well," I had no idea you fucked him up this bad. This is the last straw Vergil, leave now, and I don't want your ass back in here again ya got it?"

"Wait, you knew?"

" 'Course I did, He told me," Dante said pushing Vergil's head with the gun.

Vergil raised his sword to deflect a blow from Nero who struck saying,"You bastard, you go here to boast about almost killing me."

"As I said before boy, this devil's power is not yours for the taking."

A gunshot rang out past Vergil's left ear,"Cool it!"

Dante nodded at Enzo who meekly stood by the door who said shakily,"Um, er, can you come with me please?"

The two had released their deadlock and stared at eachother. Vergil having a look of seriousness, where as Nero's face was contorted with rage.

"This isn't over, you know that?"

Vergil paused and looked at Nero piercingly before walking out, he noticed the boy's right arm was normal now. Nothing but a simple human. He gave one farewell glare to his brother who was standing just in front of the desk now. The look they exchanged was not one of rage but of mixed feelings. Vergil knew Dante had welcomed him back because he had felt secretly guilty of what happened so long ago. Seeing him alive must have shocked him to the point of hoping they could be a "happy family". But such fairytale endings are not meant to be. Besides, Vergil was sure they would be meeting, very soon. Thus, for the second time, the Sons of Sparda parted ways oncemore, one traveling the path of the demon to fulfill a promise to a dead mother, the other willing to protect humans because he loved them like his father before.

The door closed and Vergil disappeared from Dante's sight. He let out a huff before setting his guns down and leaning on his desk. Nero was looking at him with a look of solemnity.

"What did you expect kid? My brother doesn't play by all the rules. Knowing you, you picked a fight with him, right?"

"I didn't know whether he was the real deal. Besides, its not like you were real informative on what he looked like," Nero said slamming the desk and staring at Dante angrily.

"Look, you need to pick your battles."

"Look who's talking. You always rush into anything and everything. So don't feed me that bullshit."

Dante strolled around the desk before plopping in the chair and crossing his legs on the desk shrugging his shoulders,"What do you want me to do? It was his sword in the first place. I let you borrow it plain and simple. He asked for it back and you had to be an ass and challenge him it's your own damn fault!"

"So you're not going to do anything?! After all I've been through?! He took the Devil Bringer from me and also gave me this," he pointed at the bloody bandage that concealed the thin wound across his chest," How am I going to protect Fortuna from devils now?! How am I gonna protect Kyrie?!"

Dante remained calm through the outburst wondering to himself whether he had ever been so dramatic at Nero's age. "Well," He said his arms crossed and staring at the enraged youth," The way I figure it, I'm involved in this up over my head anyway. I mean come on! I had no clue my bro would suddenly walk in here. So far he hasn't done anything to awful bad."

"Excuse me?!"

"Look dude, I saved your ass once, now it's time for you to do what you gotta do. I'm not gonna get involved because my bro's seems changed. As in "not gonna make this party Demonville" changed."

Nero turned and walked toward the door staring at his right hand. He paused and turned around.

"You know that voice that echoed in my head that day when I got the Yamato was your brother's voice. He didn't sound like a changed man to me. Craving power. Look at what he took from me," He clenched his now human hand into a fist," If you won't stop him I will."

"Do as you please."

As Nero walked out Dante heard him mutter under his breath,"You can go to Hell. If you won't help me, then I'll find a way to destroy him myself. So much for respect."

The door slammed with Trish sauntering over to Dante's desk,"Well that went well. Almost as well as you kicking Vergil out."

"He had it coming. As for the kid, he'll cool down, or he'll go do something stupid and I'll have to save his ass again. Either way, Vergil is probably gonna be competition."

"Why do you say that?"

"He's gonna be hunting demons like the rest of us. Why else do you think he made that little trip. If there's one thing I know about Vergil is he always keeps fighting in her name."

Trish didn't say anything, she already knew who Dante was referring to. The one that the twins had both lost. Their own mother, whose image she was a copy of.

Vergil sat. His blue eyes remained transfixed at the floor. The stillness was disturbed only by the sputtering sound of an air conditioning unit that choked to life after much protest. The room around him had a massive dent behind his head on the wall. The peeling wallpaper was of a sickly green color that contrasted against his deep blue coat. Vergil knew that Dante's friend could only afford to send him to this dump. Dante had set him up on his own, with Enzo having paid the first month's rent, and the land lady giving Vergil some towels for him to use when he used the community bathroom down the hall.

The Yamato leaned against a wall in the corner. The only questions that racked Vergil's brain was this: How does one start a new life in a world you have been so far from for so long? How do you get a fresh start? The sins of his past may have been forgiven by Dante, or so it seemed, but Vergil knew his brother resented his resurrection from the dead. He was playing it safe, being the cautious brother who welcomes the black sheep home with open arms only to keep an eye on him to see if he really had changed. Vergil knew something was different this time, he felt that part of him had been humbled. He craved power, the sword of Sparda, yet he had learned the value of honor. He had been whipped into shape by being crushed, defeated, enslaved by the very greatest enemy of the Sparda bloodline. No longer would he be damned to be a broken man but a tower of strength. Sparda had hunted demons and so did Dante, now it was his turn.

He grabbed his blade, a steely resolution in his face as he wrapped his blade in a towel and carried the bundle gently as though it were some laundry as he entered the empty hallway. He dropped the façade after walking around the back alleyway and continuing up the street. He held it at his side now as he always did, the eerie night billowing with a fog rolling in.

The walk would clear his thoughts, and he had taken the sword with him as a security measure. It felt good to hold oncemore a memento of his father's legacy. His eyes did not deter from looking straight in front of him as passersbys walked calmly by, some with odd looks. He turned down a side street, a shortcut back to his "home". He heard laughter and then his demonic senses from his stay in Hell went wild.

"Wassup brother," snarled a dark-skinned man pulling out a knife as his compadres circled around Vergil who glared at them all.

"We're gonna gut you like a fish," laughed another with an Australian accent and licking his lips,"Son of Sparda."

They were demons, pretending to be humans. Vergil would of laughed at the ridiculousness of the idea. They were weak, he could sense it, their fear and malice were high, where as he was perfectly calm, calculating, focused. Their petty fake flesh exploded ripping through their street clothes as the first lunged with claws and knife in hand, now changed into a demonic long butcher cleaver.

The towel flew up, and Vergil swung his blade in a wide arc crouching low as the steel rent the ghoul's abdomen. He jammed his sheath through the stomach of another, as he decapitated one to his left flipping over its head. There had been four, the third one appeared from behind rushing wildly with a roar. They were all about human size with large jaws, this one was no exception. Vergil held his blade up propping open the demon's mouth with the katana. Drool dripped on his sleeve from the creature. Disgusting.

He pushed the creature back and slit its throat as it tottered from the force of his shove. The fourth was struggling to remove the sheath from its chest howling all the while. The Yamato gleamed in the misty moonlight reflecting in Vergil luminous eyes. The creature shrieked as it was cut, the blade clicking into place as it was sheathed with the sheath still in its belly. The beast exploded into a bloody puddle of flesh releasing the Yamato from the prison of its ribcage. He used the towel to wipe the gunk off of the sword holder, having flicked the blade of blood after cutting the fourth. Then all that echoed were his footsteps.

Upon arriving Vergil knew there was something out of place. He had been watched while battling the demons. He had sensed a powerful demonic presence nearby. As he closed the door to the room he saw a man form out of the wall from dark matter into a human form. The hoody that covered it's eyes hung low preventing him from seeing its face. The demonic power was coming from him.

"Hello Vergil," the tone was soft spoken and controlled.

"Whoever you are leave."

"We have business to discuss first"

"I have no business with your kind. Now begone!"

"Come now, your reputation precedes you. Crawling out of Hell, avenging the sins of the past by cutting down the very ilk that tore your family apart."

"Who are you," Vergil said circling the creature as it began to circle the room as well it's hands in the pockets of its jeans.

"You may call me Austin," Red eyes glowed from under the hood,"And I am here to see to it that you have your wish."

"What is in it for you?"

"The pleasure of seeing the Demon Lords of Hell fall. But, as with any venture there is profit to be made. You wish to be a demon hunter. Allow me to find you work, there are few whispers I do not hear."

"Go on…"Vergil said his interest aroused.