So, here it is. Final Chapter!!! For those of you who will say, "What?? That's it???!!", don't worry. There's a sequel to this story!!!! It's called Reunion and I'm posting it as soon as I get this chapter, right here, posted. So, after you read this chapter, go read it^_^ I hope you enjoy! I enjoyed writing this. Leave reveiws and I'll make the sequel happen faster than this story took. Thanks to everyone for reading. Hope you enjoy Reunion as much as you enjoyed this one!!

WARNING:Character death, insane moments, language. Don't like, Don't read.


11

The very next memories are ones I sincerely wish I could forget. I wish these memories were like things such as names or addresses, easily forgotten and trivial. However, they stay implanted. They work to the surface and I, oh I despise them. That night, the worst tragedies of our lives played before us. You remember…I know you do. I remember all too well. It was the night I cracked……

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It happened so fast, so suddenly. As we rushed behind, hearing Mother's screams, we found not her, but Sparda doubled over on the freezing ground. To our relief he was still alive, though he looked to be in unfathomable pain. His hand fell over his heart with a white knuckled grip. What was more distrubing? When he finally opened his eyes, to see us kneeling beside him, that crimson that had once been there was replaced with blue.

"Your Mother" he pleaded with us, "Save your Mother. Hurry. GO!!!!"

"But, Father…." I felt tears roll down my cheeks, hot and salty. It was the first time since I was a small child that I remembered crying.

"Son, it is too late for me" he said, those new blue eyes looking heavy, "Eva."

"Verge" you pulled on my jacket, starting to run in the direction of Mother's screaming. Then, and only then, did I feel myself waver. I couldn't stand, I couldn't pull myself together. It was as if time itself were stopping and catching me in its horrific stand still, watching hopelessly and without knowledge of what to do. I just kneeled there, oblivious that you were screaming at me, oblivious that Sparda's eyes were slowing closing in front of me, oblivious that I was needed. Everything was happening too fast, even for me. I heard nothing but screming, I saw nothing, I felt everything.

Silence.

Silence was what it took to make me snap back into reality. I heard no more of Eva's screams. I heard no more raspy breathing from our Father. I looked down. Before me, with his hair undone and his hands relaxed, lay the Dark Knight….dead.

I thought I could do something. I was sure that when we rushed outside and saw him, still alive, he'd be up and on his feet like he was before. I thought Father wasn't going to die. But there. There he was, right in front of me, gone.

"Father" I reached out a hand, touching his form, letting tears roll freely down my face. There was nothing I could do. I felt helpless, brother. I felt powerless. I felt weak.

"VERGIL!!!!" it took my a moment to realize that you were screaming. I left Father, running in the direction of your voice. I reached the other side of the house, only to find more disaster.

Mother. We had not gotten to her in time.

Her body was so fragile, wasn't it brother? It laid crumpled on the ground, blood pooling form where bone had broken through skin. Her eyes were wide open. Her blonde hair was tinting red as the liquid ran freely from her body. Two deaths, Dante. Two. We had no parents now. We were alone.

Alone.

You didn't cry. How? How could you look upon out Mother's body, crumpled and lifeless, and not shed a tear. How did I? How did I let tears run down my face while you stood there blank?

"Father" I started, my voice cracking just like my psyche, "Father is dead."

You looked at me, those eyes full of so many emotions. Your face, however, presented strength. You closed them, taking in quivering breaths. Then….then they came. Tears. You needed comfort. You needed me.

And I? I couldn't comfort you.

It was surreal. I was there, but wasn't there. I saw, but didn't see. They were dead, both of them, right after the other, and I could not do a damned thing.

Brother, my dearest brother, I cracked. I was, at that moment, insane.

You came to me and shook me violently, Damn it Vergil!! Do something!!"

What was I supposed to do? I couldn't bring them back. I couldn't even save them. I couldn't even…I felt pathetic.

Anger, Dante. Anger welled within my being. I felt my heart rate increase and my body tense.

"Get off of me Dante" I said. And for the first time since we'd confessed to each other, my voice was icy. If it could have, it would have frozen the very air around it.

You looked confused. Looking back, I don't' blame you. You searched my face, cupping my chin in your hand, "Verge….what-"

I slapped it away, marching straight into the house. At that moment, my mind went in circles. I retrieved Yamoto from our room and walked back out and I stood, ramrod stiff, in the middle of our yard.

"What the hell are you doing?" You came to me, throwing your arms into the air, "Mom and dad just dies, Verge! What the fuck do you think you're doing with Yamoto? We have to do something!! Verge!!!!"

What did I do? I drew my sword and I pointed it at your throat. Honestly, Dante, I cannot tell you why I did. I snapped. I snapped like a twig. I acted without thinking, without reason. It was only later that I realized why I snapped, but at that very instance, I didn't even know.

You were horrified. I lowered the sword, sheathing it, grabbing you by your pretty neck and slamming you to the cold ground.

"Weakness" I remember saying, "Weakness. Absence of control, absence of power. It breeds Weakness."

"No, Verge. No. You can't be doing this…." Funny. Now that I think about your words, I believe it possible that you knew what was happening to me

"I can do anything I please. Powerful beings, free of Weakness, can do anything". I gripped your throat harder, you struggled beneath me, trying to free yourself, "Cross me and you will regret it. You're so weak…so weak". I don't know how many times I repeated that before I let you go, but when I did let you go, I turned my back to you and began walking. Walking. Walking.

"Vergil!!!!! No!!!!" You screamed, "You can't leave!! You can't do this!"

I heard your footsteps and I merely turned and wedged Yamoto into you leg, making you halt and stop.

"Vergil, stop! I love you! You can't leave me! You can't leave me here!!!!"

I walked away. I left. I left it all behind.


That's all I can say, brother. My mind doesn't do me well on that one, seeing as I lost it after that. I remember it, vividly, but I can't really do details on what you did, how Father died exactly….you understand me.

I am so sorry for what I did, brother. I now realize that I lost it completely, like Mother. I went crazy for a while, dearest twin. I let what happened mold me into a being of hate….and It happened that quickly. I felt that because I could not control what happened, I was powerless. And If was powerless, I was weak. And I just could not, would not, be weak.

I felt like, in that condition, I couldn't take care of you. I felt like, in my weakness, you wouldn't love me anymore.

That's why I left.

Does it sound idiotic? Does it sound insane? I can assure you I have regretted it for so long. I regret walking away from you, form the scene, from what happened……

Can you forgive me Dante? Can you?

I'm here. I've found your home, brother. I can smell you, I can feel you. You're right inside that building.

I'll be knocking in only a moment. Will you accept me back? Please……