A/N Arow:Finally it has arrived!
Morwen: No it does not invovle puddles goo, before anyone asks.
Arow: Lets not do that again!
Morwen: I think we've kept them waiting long enough.
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Summary: Brothers in arms is up and running, the brothers have worked hard but now an older friend has returned and he intends to stop the original threat that threatens the brothers stability. Looks like a plane ride to Mallet is in order; something one brother does not look forward to.
Disclaimer: Morwen owns Vergil, Arow owns Dante, Capcom owns all of us.
Brothers In Arms 2: Nightmares Send Even Devils Crazy: Chapter 1: Dads Back
Two months, it had been two months since the sons of Sparda had become a team of demon hunters and Dante had finally names his…their shop 'Brothers In Arms' and business was booming, well not right now. Dante sat behind his desk fiddling with his guns, damn he loved them, he really didn't see why Vergil hated them so much.
He put them down seeing his twin walking in with a scowl on his face, "What's with the dagger?" he asked.
Vergil sighed pulling the weapon out of his leg and lodged it into the wall behind, "Some guys decided they wanted to go a few rounds," he explained perching on the table, "Of course I obliged," he lifted part of his jacket up, "some had guns," he shook the holed material for emphasis, "I hate those weapons."
Dante nodded in understanding, bullet holes in such lovely leather was hell; he absently started playing with the amulet identical to his twin's.
"I had a dream about mom again," Vergil admitted softly.
"Was it different to the others?" Dante asked, Vergil had only told him minimal details as he was a quiet introspective character that shared few private thoughts, Dante only knew he had been seeing their mother and she had not been acting as he remembered.
"No," Vergil shook his head, "Not really."
The door opened seconds later and a familiar shadow walked in, the twins stood, "Love the name," he grinned and looked at them, "Close your mouth, your making me look like a fish again, you too Verge, we are twins," he saw a retort forming on his younger self's lips, "Don't even say it," he pointed to Dante with a glare.
"Ok pop," Dante smirked but was not prepared for the hand cuffing the back of his head; he glared at his older form.
"It's the coat, isn't it?" he looked down the purple leather; similar to one Sparda had worn.
"Didn't expect to see the likes of me again," Dante grinned.
"I thought you would have been erased from time now," Vergil observed.
"Not yet, I have a few months before the timeline sorts itself out…I think." The older explained.
"Hanging around with myself again, what a joy," Dante's voice was laced with sarcasm.
"Changing the schedule, Mundus must be killed."
"What?" the twins exclaimed in unison.
"But he's trapped in the Underworld…Father made sure of it," Vergil tried to argue.
"He did," Older Dante nodded, "But he will get out again unless he's stopped; my sources tell me he's gaining power as we speak."
"Right," the younger Dante nodded, "Where?"
"No," his older self shook his head, "Sleep now, destroy later," he yawned, "I haven't slept for a week; I'm entitled to a nap." He headed to a room out the back.
"Make yourself at home," Young Dante said grudgingly.
He was standing in a black void; there was nothing save the chilling familiarity of what was coming. The icy blue clad mirror of himself walked to him, his expression was a mask of pure hatred and disgust.
"Vergil," Dante's voice was steady…for now.
"How dare you speak my name," the voice was full of icy vehemence, "You have no right."
Dante stared at his twin, his eyes imploring the elder not to repeat the reoccurring nightmare, "Please brother…"
"Brother," Vergil sneered, "I have no brother, you were dead to me the second your blade hit…you are not my brother…you are my murderer," the steady calm of his voice hit Dante worst of all, "You killed me," his accusing glare burned the younger twin.
"No," Dante shook his head wanting himself to believe the reasoning, "You…you gave me no choice…"
"You are my brother," his voice dripped with loathing, "You murdered me."
Dante felt the accusation knock any comeback from him, "I could have helped you," he said softly, "You never let me…"
Flashback
Dante looked over the edge to try and grab Vergil…his hands met the katana…he let Vergil go…he watched his twin fall…and he let it happen…
End Flashback
"I tried," Dante murmured no longer trying to deny his actions.
"You should have tried harder," Vergil insisted, "You could have tried harder…"
"I was foolish," Dante said, "Selfish, prideful," the next words hesitated on his lips, "Forgive me," he whispered.
"Forgive you?" Vergil roared, "Forgive you, brother? No, I would prefer to watch the grief consume you," his fatal wounds appeared, blood pooled rapidly at their feet, "I am going to enjoy watching you die from grief and I will laugh as you go insane with the knowledge that you murdered me…I will never forgive you."
His world lurched, it was light…was he still dreaming? Vergil stood over him looking indifferent.
He closed his eyes, "No forgive me, I can change it…I can go back…" he opened his eyes now fully awake. He looked up at the young Vergil who was watching him with concern.
"You called out in your sleep," Vergil said, a strange edge to his voice and with a last glance he walked out of the room leaving the future Dante feeling suddenly cold.
He got up off the bed and grabbed his new coat pulling it on as he walked into the from, he walked past Vergil and his younger self with barely a glance in their direction he went to the door, "I'll be back," the door slammed shut behind him.
"Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed," Dante commented dryly.
Vergil stared after the time traveller going over the words he had spoken in his sleep…in his nightmare.
Arow: Review come on you guys want to see Dante and Vergil on the plane right (grin)
Morwen: I just want to see Vergil (grins)