Two Halves of One Whole

Disclaimer: STILL dont own dmc. or capcom.

A/N: chapter two up at the request of Silver Wolf I am posting this chapter a day early. its a cute, fuzzy emo chapter. sorry works up to the good stuff i promise.

Chapter 2
“Vergil”

The white haired man heard the second set of and kicked down the doors of the locked office building and rushed in. He then spotted Dante unconscious and pinned to the wall, bleeding heavily.

He quickly ran over and picked up Dante’s sword and finished off the few remaining Hell-lusts then unpinned him. He then slung the devil-hunter’s limp form over his shoulder and dragged him out. The man picked up his pace and took him into a quiet alley and began checking over Dante’s wounds. He noticed his smaller cuts were closing up while his deeper gashes and stab wounds were taking time and still seeping blood.

The man ripped his shirt and started cleaning the wounds the best he could until Dante started waking up with a groan. He pulled away and sat back, watching the devil-hunter wake from unconsciousness.

Dante opened his eyes and tried looking around, his eyes still out of focus and his head still spinning.
After a few hey eyes focused on his rescuer then blinks, seeing the white hair. It took him a few moments to think, “What-?” he started weakly before recognizing the man's face.

Dante tensed and backed up while reaching for his sword, finding it isn’t there.

Vergil gave his younger twin a smirk and held up his sword, looking it over, observing the nicks in the blade, “Are you looking for this?” he asked, slightly amused.

Dante narrowed his eyes in disbelief, “How are you-” he started, he then shook his head. “What the fuck do you want with me!” he demanded, his glare turning angry.

The older twin just chuckled, amused at his little brothers fusion and stood up, holding his twin’s sword down at his side.

His brother’s figure looming over him caused him to stand quickly. Still fuzzy from blood loss he started to sway and stumbled back and fell, banging his head hard on a dumpster.

Vergil stepped forward and on the side of his twin and looked down at him, “You should really be careful, little brother. You are still weak.” He warned calmly, smirking down at him.

Dante sneered up at him, “What the fuck do you care?” he asked in an angry tone.

“I never said I cared.” Vergil hissed coldly in response.

The red-clad hunter slowly stood, his limbs still shaky and his head still pounding from smacking his head on the dumpster he was steadying himself on, “Give me my sword.” He demanded, holding out a hand.

Vergil backed up a bit and held Rebellion just out of reach of his brother’s shaky, gloved hand. “Now why should I do that? Do you think you can possibly harm me in the state you are in dear brother?” he asked, raising a brow.

Dante curled his upper lip into an angry sneer and glared darkly, “I wasn’t going to do jack to you!” he snapped angrily. “You are obviously not working for your fuck buddy, Mundus anymore! So give me my damn sword so I can finish my job and go home.” He continued.

Dante’s statement hurt Vergil and angered him deeply, “And what a fine job you are doing as well, little brother. Or is fighting unconscious a new trick for you?” he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm and venom.

Dante looked away, “What the fuck do you care what I do…” he began quietly, balling his fists at his sides in anger. “You think you’re sarcastic words can hurt me now? You betrayed me…I loved you and you betrayed me…” he dropped his head, his white bangs shielding his eyes from his twin, “I still do love you” he whispered quietly.

Vergil just stared at him a moment and let his words sink in. Dante’s final statement was repeating in his head. “He still loves me…” he thought in shock.

After a long minute, the elder twin handed over Rebellion with a frown.

Dante just took it from him and strapped it back in its place on his back then began limping away. As he reached the end of the alley, Vergil saw a long deep gash on the back of Dante’s right thigh that didn’t seem to be healing fast.

“You are getting careless Dante. Entering battle injured.” He stated, shaking his head.

The demon-hunter stopped and slightly turned his head to the side, not even peering over his shoulder. “It doesn’t matter anymore. I don’t care if I die. I’m already dead inside.” He admitted softly before looking straight ahead again, to hide his welling tears.

Vergil frowned, feeling his brother’s pain deep in his own chest. He couldn’t tell if it was Dante’s words or if it was their connection as twins that told him this. As soon as he heard a silent sniff he came to the conclusion it was their connection as twins.

The elder twin walked up beside his brother and looked at him quietly, a moment as Dante tried his best to hide his face and tears from him. He then moved in front of his brother and lifted his face to look into his eyes. He looked into his younger twins tear stricken eyes with sadness.

Dante just stood frozen, unable to look out of his twins eyes. He was shocked to see that his brother’s blue eyes were as dull as his own; lacking the brightness they used to have. He could almost swear he was looking in the mirror at that moment.

Vergil just stared right back a moment longer then lowered his head in shame. Seeing his twin’s red, glossy yet dull eyes reminded him of his own eyes. He couldn’t help but feel that his brother was hurting the same way.

Dante also inclined his head. “If it wasn’t for that awful thing I said to you thirteen years ago none of this would have happened. We would still be together…” he whispered.

“No, I took your words to seriously. It is my fault.”

Dante could say nothing to change his mind. In both their minds; they felt it was their own fault. The red-clad twin started out the alley again but paused briefly, “Before I leave, you should know I still do care for you. And if you want to catch up, you know where I live. My office never changed location from Temen-ni-gru.” He stated, before walking again, trying his best to hide his limp from the wound on his leg.

“Dante.” Vergil called after him.

The young twin stopped again and looked back, “Yeah Vergil?”

Vergil’s heart skipped a moment, hearing his twin’s deep voice say his name for the first time since their last meeting on Malet Island. “Why not take a minute or two to catch up now?” he paused a moment. “Your leg has not healed completely yet. Rest a while. I do not want to come see you to only find you have been killed.” He finished.

Dante turned to his older brother with a smile on his face, “That sounds good. Where should we go?”

Vergil looked up and down the street then spotted a café across the way and pointed to it. “How about there.”

“Alright.” He replied, leading his twin across the empty street.

Vergil sat down at an outside table across from Dante. Shortly after a waitress walked up and set down menus in front of them then left again to handle other customers.

“So, what happened after… ya know… Malet?” Dante asked.

“I had returned to hell and bought my time.” He replied casually while looking through the menu.

“For what?”

“An opportune moment to escape.”

“Oh? What changed your mind about hell?” Dante asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Seeing you again.” Vergil replied with a soft smile, looking up into Dante’s shocked eyes.

“M-me?” he asked with disbelief.

The blue-clad twin nodded, “Yes. I thought you were dead for the longest time before Malet. I had seen your body.” Vergil took a deep breath and closed his eyes a moment before opening them again. “I had no reason left to fight Mundus’ manipulation anymore. Or so I thought. So I gave in.” he admitted.

Dante frowned, “I originally thought-” he was interrupted when the waitress had returned.

The young woman pulled out her pen and pad, “Sorry for the wait. What would you like to eat?” she asked.

Dante blinked and quickly scanned through the menu, “Uh the BLT and a Coke please.” He said.

She then wrote it down and looked at the older twin. “And you sir?”

“I shall have the same as my brother.” He replied closing the menu.

The waitress smiled and nodded then grabbed the menus and walked off again to have the order filled.
Dante looked back at Vergil, “As I was saying, after Temen-ni-gru, I thought you didn’t love me anymore, as a brother… or a boyfriend…” he stated sadly.

Vergil gave a sad smile and looked into Dante’s eyes, “I never stopped loving you.” He began. “Why do you think I had spared you during our first fight on Malet? I could not kill you. I had rather you killed me.”

Dante tore his gaze away from his twins, “I died inside when I saw it was you that I stabbed.” He admitted quietly.

“But you had done what I could not. I highly commend you for that.”
Dante didn’t hear his brothers last statement, “If I had known it was you, I would have tried to save you.”

“You did.” Vergil replied.

All Dante did was look Vergil. After a moment though his smile turned flat and serious, “Mundus isn’t better in bed than me is he?”

Vergil just rolled his eyes and shook his head, amazed at his brother’s one-track mind.

“Oh come on… I’m being serious here.”

The blue clad twin chuckled and shook his head again. “Some things never do change I see.” He replied with a smirk.

“Seriously, he isn’t as good as me is he?”

“Do you even have to ask?” Vergil questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Dante smirked and leaned back in his chair, “Well, can’t blame me. Had sex only three times in thirteen years. All one night stands. I’m a tad deprived.”

Vergil smirked. “Poor baby…” he paused and did a double take. “Wait, you only had sex three times in thirteen years? I find that hard to believe.” Vergil commented, crossing his arms over his chest.

Dante shrugged, “When you had the best, nothing else compares.” He replied, shooting a grin at him.

At that moment the waitress walked up and set the plates down in front of them and left again.

The younger twin took a sip of his soda and ate a chip, “In all seriousness. That fight, the one you pulled me from. It was a trap.” He informed.

All Vergil did was nod in thought. Then they both silently finished their meals in silence.