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A/N I: Welcome to second write up featuring Devil May Cry and Final Fantasy X. I've decide to give this crossover a shot since there aren't many crossovers with the two. I haven't played Final Fantasy X in sometime, but I'll try to work my ways around it to the best of my knowledge. This particular crossover had been put on hold and delayed many times, but I was able to get my imagination working again. Anyways, read and enjoy.

Chapter 1: Awakening

"Tell me young one, what is that do you seek?"

"Is it that of security?"

"Perhaps love or friendship is what you're longing?"

"Or rather the desire for power…?"

-Unknown village-

The sounds of the rushing waves from the distance and the calling of the seagulls woken the silver haired boy from his slumber. His eye lids struggles to open as if they were glued shut. Despite of the little setback he was able to open them and wipes off the sleep dust in his eyes. The boy tilt his head up trying to assess his surroundings. Though his vison were in somewhat a blur, due to moistures in his eyes, he was able to make out the obvious silhouettes and colors of the objects; a table, beds, etc. The boy's head flopped back to the fluffy white pillow, his body ached considerably. He then realizes he was resting on a bunk bed— the bottom portion to be exact. Still at a blur, he turn his head looking to his sides, stationed next his bed were similar shapes of other bunk beds— squinting his eyes, he was able to make out of tan blankets, neatly folded and stacked on the foot of each beds. From what he can process, the young boy couldn't hear or see any person(s) or thing around him— he was alone.

"Where the heck am I?" the silver haired boy continues to browse his surroundings.

The boy soon starts to stare at the "ceiling" of the bunk bed. He begins to rise his right arm trying to touch the top of it, measuring the distance between him and the base of the top bunk. He then tries flexing his fingers when he couldn't reach to the top, later starts flexing his arm as well. The soreness he felt earlier seem to subside rather quickly and his visions came too. The boy pull the blankets away from him, revealing nothing but his bare light skin and white briefs. He rose from the bed, quickly checking on himself— no visible scars or bruises from what he can see. He took a seat back down to the bed, running through his silver hair with his fingers— he had no recollection of anything; what, where, and how, were the words echoed repeatedly his in mind. Just thinking of it starts to make his head pound. The boy used both his index and middle fingers massaging his temple, trying to ease the throbbing. Suddenly, giggles and laughter of children outside broke his state of confusion. He traces the sound the greenish-blue curtains, it had some interesting patterns on it, and with a slit down the middle letting out a streamline of sunlight into the space. The silver hair boy follows the creek of light to a small coffee table like object in front of his bunk, his icy blue eyes widen as he saw his belongings situated on top of the table; his navy blue t-shirt and short black pants, all clean and neatly folded, his somewhat dirty pair of two-tone sneakers— white with the three black stripes, sitting on top of his clothes like a paper weight. Just next to it, lying flat on the same table, were his prized possessions; a Japanese katana, named Yamato, and an amulet, with a ruby-like gem wrought in gold.

"Jackpot! Time to get outta here," the boy said with a smirk on his face

He rose from the bed and heads to the table— for some strange reason, every time he would lift his feet, it's like gravity became ten time heavier than normal. Although, his achenes was gone, his strength haven't recovered. His belongings were literally just a few feet away, but his struggles of walking annoyed him. Determine to leave, the boy took baby steps, lifting and dragging his left and right leg one by one— it was as if he was performing a poor man's balancing act. What it felt like a lifetime, he manage to reach to the small table, he begins to get dress, and lastly, his amulet, nicely tucked under his shirt.

Suddenly, more sunlight made its way into the space, illuminating the room temporary. The boy sensed present behind him.

"Ah, seems you're finally awake, little one," the figure behind him said in deep raspy voice. "And already dressed too, excellent," voice added.

The young boy took slight glance over his right shoulder, he wasn't able to make out the figure's face, but from what he can evaluate, a mid-built older male, taller than him obviously, he wore a purple vest with gold trimmings, dark green pants, and purple slip on.

"It's remarkable, how you were able to recover, with such injuries you've sustain," the older male said.

Not waiting to assess the situation, the boy snatches Yamato and quickly spins himself around to face the stranger. Alert and ready, he narrow his eyes and enters his battle stance with his right hand hovering over the handle of the katana, similar to that of a samurai preparing a swift horizontal strike

"Whoa-ho, easy there kiddo," the man raised both of his hands in the air. "I mean you no harm, besides you wouldn't attack an unarmed man would you?" he said.

"Maybe, if you don't answer my questions," the boy replied in a cold manner.

Now, the older man's face came into view when he let go of the drapery, blocking off the incoming light from outside into the space. He was bald on the top, but gray hairs on side, he wore a green headband and wrinkles on the neck area. A light smile appeared on the elderly man's face and gave a nod of agreement.

"Where the hell am I?!" the young boy demanded.

"Well, you're in Besaid Island, Besaid Village to be exact," the older gentleman tries to soothe the tension within the air.

"You are joking? I've never heard of the place," the boy doubting man of their location.

"You're alone and afraid, I get that, but trust me as I tell you this," the man continues to tame the agitated boy. "We found you washed to our shores with your belongings and you were hurt bad— so, we brought you here to our village— you were out for 4 days," he explained.

"Huh…?" the silver hair boy couldn't believe it. With no revelation of how he got here, questions begins to flood his mind again.

"Now, it's only fair that I have a few questions of me own," it was now the elderly man's turn to interrogate to the young boy. "I'm Roppa, the village elders here… and your name sonny?" throwing a basic question to break the boy's anxiety.

"Vergil," the boy gave a quick answer.

"Ah, Vergil— unusual, but a mighty fine name nonetheless," Roppa chuckles at the boy's foreign name.

Vergil was taken back at the man's demeanor, he wasn't sure what to think of it. What did he find it funny? It is a common name from where he was from, though the spelling is a tad different. Not taking kindly to the man's laughter, Vergil revved his left wrist forward, the sound of the sheathed sword clanging within.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Okay! Okay! No jokes!" with a little jitters in Roppa's tone. He threw his hands up again when he heard sound of cold steel in the cover. "Look sonny, there's no need to get—"

Suddenly, the sounds of roaring thunders and rumbling just outside of the hut. Both Vergil and Roppa jolted a bit by the sound of the boom. The elderly man brush aside the curtains and took a peek outside, temporary filling the space again with light, and blinding Vergil in the process. As he looked into the skies, it's still sunny, but just beyond the village— from what he can tell, a small patch of clouds circling around a concentrated area.

"Huh, that's odd… usually small batches of clouds can't generate thunder," Roppa said.

He took another close look, something caught his attention in middle of the circulating clouds- is it a star? No, it's early in the day, but whatever it is the ball of light starts to glow green.

"Hmm…" Roppa starts rubbing his lower chin as his continues to observe the light anomaly.

Vergil relax his battle stance, as the elderly man was too focus on whatever is happening outside. He begins swirling his sheathed sword with ease a like a band twirler, the boy then lightly jab the rug with the end of it. Both of his hands on the mid-section of the covered sword, steadily the weapon— side by side, Yamato was slightly taller than him.

"Well that was strange," as the old man let go of the curtains closing off the incoming light to the space once again, and direct his attention back to the youth. He quite stunned at young Vergil's posture—almost adult-like. "Well now, it seems you're willing to listen… I'll tell you what I know," Roppa said.

Vergil made no attempts to response. He stood there silently, as he awaits for what the elderly man is about to say.

-The outskirt of Besaid Village-

[Music]
Final Fantasy X: Besaid Island

The sun shines brightly in the afternoon sky, the cool breeze swaying the many trees and plants on the island and the wildlife strolling about in the bushes, drinking for from the lake, or other natural activities Mother Nature has in store for them. From the distance, laughter and chatter of adults and children alike, were hiking back to the village— they were just coming back from the docks, located at beachside on the base island, unloading or loading, supplies and people. The rumors were swirling that a boy was found washed ashore on this island and currently recuperating in the village—that was the talk for the past 2 days.

"I've heard Sin had struck nearby islands, thank Yevan, ours was spared from such destruction," an elderly woman said, hunched over with both of her hands behind her back.

"You think the little boy was from the neighboring islands Sin hit?" a mid-age woman said, strolling with a makeshift cart full of supplies.

"Surprisingly, the little man didn't turn to one of Sin's pawns," a young man said. "He must've been one tough kid," he begins flexing his biceps, demonstrating and comparing to his strength and Vergil's will to survive… and showboating.

"Please, your 'strength' couldn't even tame a baby chocobo," a woman next to him trying to extinguish the young man's burning energy.

"Oh come on now, you're ruining my glorious moment here," the young man responded back to the unimpressed woman, walking beside him.

The adults laughs at the priceless moment and continues to chatter away, as the make their return to the village fill with goods. Few of the children were around and about with their guardians and/or parents, laughing and making funny faces at each other.

"Hey, hey! Did you get to see the boy who was found at the beach?" a tan skin boy with a lime green bandana said.

"No, the grownups didn't wanna let us see him resting at the guest hut," a ponytail girl said.

"I heard he could've been affected by Sin's toxic," another young girl added.

"No way! If he did, he would've been dead when the grownups found him," said an another boy.

Suddenly, a loud screech echoed the skies— the masses stop dead on their tracks, frozen by the high-pitch howl. The children ran behind their parents and guardian for protection and comfort. The shrieking sounds grew louder and louder, it was becoming unbearable— the people began to cover their ears, trying to dam the squawking sounds. The villagers didn't run, as the screech had them all spooked.

"There!" one of the children said, as she pointed directly above them.

[End Music]

The masses direct their attention to the sky. A black dot, high above, stalking, as it circle around them like prey. It made it hard to see because of the glaring sun in their eyes. Patches of clouds starts to gather at one spot, other nearby clouds follow suit, blocking out the sun and casting a shadow below. As the black dot begins to descend, little by little, it starts taking shape. Though it was still further up, they were able to see its wing and calmly flapping.

"Eh, it must that damn bird, who keeps nibbling at my crops," elderly woman observed.

"I think it's a little too big to be a local bird, don't you think?" one of the villages shielding her child said doubly.

"Well, whatever it is— it ain't a match for me!" the young man begins to puff his chest to show his manliness.

"Can you for once not play it cool at a time like this?" the female friend said.

Sensing an their guard down, the bird-like creature let out another high-pitch screech, and begins to nose dive towards the masses below. As the figure drew closer and closer to them, it was evident that the dot in the sky was no local bird at all. Its entire body was red and transparent, intense glowing green eyes, and bat-like wings.

"I can't move!" the one of the villagers shouted.

Everyone realizes this— squirming their bodies trying to get moving, but failed as if they were put a spell upon preventing them. The creature drew closer and closer, from here they were staring at the face of death. The adults shouted for help, children crying behind their parent-guardian as they shield them. All hope seems lost as they will be witnessing their painful death— potentially being eaten alive. As the bird-like creature was about to capture its prey, a spear intersect the creature and its meal abruptly.

"Eeerrrkkk!" The bird flew back to the air, startle of what just transpire so suddenly.

The creature, now flying at low-altitude, directing its attention to the newcomer. This person stand between it and its prey. The bird-like monster started hissing in annoyance and once again begins to circle the group, clockwise. The people were able to shake off the spooks, as a warrior has come to the rescue.

"Kimahri!" one of the children cheered.

[Music]
Final Fantasy X: Battle Theme

The warrior walk to the spot where his spear had landed and quickly snatches it. With a few twirl of his spear he let out a lion's roar and pointed iron of the spear at the beast— a warning it to back off. Unlike the villagers, who were human, the defender is a Ronso— a race of robust, humanlike feline. He stands over six feet tall towering everyone, like all Ronsos he has a lion like appearance, muscular, dark blue fur, and a horn on their foreheads— he was a special case, the feline warrior's horn had been broken off. He had pierced ears, his white hair held back in a ponytail and braids on the side. He wore sash tied around his waist with a red belt, leather straps securing his arm guard in place, a chest piece that has a skull motif, and shoulder guards with white feathers or fur.

"Let's go, Kimahri!"

"Teach that monster a lesson!"

"Kick its butt, Kimahri!"

The people cheering on their hero, but he paid no attention of the rally— his yellow eyes were dead set on the bird-creature above, stilling stalking them. The monster soon begins descending to the ground, with each flap of its wings, strong gust of wind were kicking up dirt. The bird, now, touch landed— It's was huge in comparison to a small fishing boat, though its entire body is red and transparent— with a closer observation it looks almost gelatin-like with no vital organs visible and its head is more reptilian-like. The creature spread its bat-like wings and gave another squawking sound. The people's cheers has now grown silence as they now got a convenient look. Slowly, the crowd begins to creep back, letting Kimahri and beast some space and of course witness the battle from a safe distance.

"Kwwweeeerk!" the bird-creature suddenly charges at the Ronso warrior, like a raging bull.

With cat-like reflexes, no pun intended, Kimahri quickly side steps as the monster brushes pass him. The beast, immediately made a U-turn and returns charging at its opponent— this time its entire body begins to electrify in a neon green light. The warrior sees this and starts rushing to the creature, head on. As they got closer and closer, Kimahri then jabs the iron tip of the spear to the dirt and catapult himself over the creature. Trying to stop, the bird lost its traction, crashing into nearby trees and toppling them. The warrior dashes towards his spear to retrieving it, he then raises his right arm with his weapon in hand, and harpoons it to the destructed path.

"Keeeeeeewwwk!" the bird monster cries in the pain.

Lightning strikes at the creature vaporizing the derbies around it. The spear was embedded in the beast's breast— it starts to ooze out a thick purple substance, most likely blood. It begins to wobbling towards Kimahri. Wasting no time, his natural instinct kicked in, he rushes to the bird a blazing speed— in no time, he grasp the mid-section of the pole and forcefully thrusting the spear into the monster. More of its thick blood starts spilling out. Not wanting anymore of it, the bird begins to spin around lifting the champion off his feet. Kimahri was in one hell'va ride, but the merry-go-around didn't last long, he lost his grip and causing it to launch himself into the air. The bird seized the disadvantage of the Ronso warrior and jets towards him.

"Hmm…" Kimahri didn't say a word assessing his situation, he then saw the monster accelerating towards him. The exposed heft of the spear that was lodged into the creature caught his attention, a light bulb pop— he had a risky idea,

The bird soon was surrounded with green electrical shards, rotating around it, counter clock wise. One by one the electrified shards begins firing way. Kimahri leap on one of the projectiles, not fazed of the electrical touch, and twirls around another incoming crystal with ease. The bird creature summons more of its projectiles, barraging it at the warrior. The more calling of electric shards, hailing them at the opponent, and missing— the closer they both got. This frustrated the breast, it let out a high-pitch screech in anger. Blinded by rage and abandoning its strategy, the creature went full speed ahead at the falling feline. Kimahri swerve to his left, rotating his entire body, he held out both arms up to descend quickly. He then catches hold of the pole and pulling it downward like a lever— the spear begins to tearing down the bird's chest and gushing out the purple ooze in the process.

"Kuurrreeeguuu!" The monster cries in agony.

The heft of the spear starts to bend, then snapping it into two, due the pressure. The other half still stuck in the beasts' lower breast, more goo spilling out uncontrollably. Kimahri spins his entire body facing at the injured creature above him, as he free falls. Seizing the moment of a dying enemy, the Ronso warrior begins to position himself in a semi-cradle, his body suddenly engulf in sparkling light.

BANG!

Kimahri releases a projectile of his own, "Fire Breath"— the speeding ball of fire, flies straight to the bird-creature.

BOOOM! Direct hit.

[End Music]

The explosion created a plume of smoke in the sky. The gather clouds that was created by the beast, soon dissipates revealing the blue skies once more. The ordeal was finally over, everyone thought. The feline warrior, still free falling, somersaults his way down to ground level, touching down with both of his feet. The people begins to cheer and paraded towards the Ronso— they've witnessed their champion single handedly defeated the beast in such amazing fashion.

"Yeah! Kimahri!"

"You kick its butt!"

"Truly, Besaid's guardian."

The crowd praising their hero from saving them from their presume death. A smile appear on Kimahri's face and giving a slight nod to the villagers. He turn is attention to the plum of black smoke in the sky, he squint his eyes— his smile soon turn to a flown.

"What's with the long face? You've won!" a mid-aged woman said

"That's right, you beaten that thing effortlessly," the egoistic man said happily. "If I would've had a chance, I could've shown that beast a thing or two!" displaying his karate chops— attacking an imaginary enemy and an awful attempt of a roundhouse kick.

"And after all that, you're still boasting…" the young woman next to him sighs.

"What can I say? With Kimahri at our side, we're invincible!" the young man confidently laugha and pounds his chest, showing he can be tough too… if he wanted.

The group cheered and laugh, but to Kimahri, his focus is the plume in the sky. The smoke soon cleared, revealing the now deform beast. Its appearance looks as if it was a victim of a napalm attack— its body has charred spots, one of its wings dangling— held on by a few lines of its skin but still mobile—struggling to stay in flight somehow, and its lower jaw completely gone—exposing its tongue and upper portion of its mouth. The people gasp in horror and disbelief—how can the beast survive such a devastating attack? The monster made no attempts to seek its revenge, using its might to flee from battle.

"Kimahri, aren't you gonna finish it off?" one of the villagers said as everyone witness the creature falling back.

He held his hand up, for a pause, "The beast will die soon, no need to pursuit," he gave a quick answer.

With a broken spear in his hand, he guide the group to the safe haven. Few of them were little shaken of the event, some in awe of what just transpire. No matter what they thought, they were safe and that what counts.

-The entrance of Besaid Village-

[Music]
Final Fantasy X: Besaid Village

They eventually made their back way to the village with the guidance of the fearless Ronso warrior, Kimahri. The villagers welcome the others back home. The talk of the hour was the astatic duel between the bird-creature and Kimahri. The entire villagers were in awe describe by the witnesses' story— everyone were glad that no one was seriously hurt.

"Kimahri…" a small voice heard behind the crowd.

The villagers the clear a path for their hero. At the end of the route stands a little girl, no more than ten, and three teenagers, 1 female and 2 males, by the little girl's sides. The two males wore similar outfit of that of the people on the island while the other two were different from those of the villagers. The little girl's attire is similar to that of a Japanese shrine maiden— pure white top with matching color wide sleeves with small floral prints on it, a long and pleated royal blue skirt, a yellow sash-like around the girl's waist, her brown hair held back in a bun tied with a yellow ribbon, and her eyes were irregular— emerald on right and sapphire on the left. The older girl wore a black dress exposing her shoulders and the good stuff, her long black hair covering her left red eyes, and matching lavender lips and eye shadows. Kimahri walk to their direction- soon standing toe to toe, he later kneel on one knee to meet at the little girl's eye level.

"Are you hurt?" the little girl said in a concerning matter.

Kimahri shakes his head in a "no" in response, later patting her head. The little girl let a sigh of relief knowing the fact that he's okay.

"Ya could've said something sooner when ya ran off, you had Yuna worried, ya'know?" the teenage boy with tan skin, red hair that was comb up, with a blue bandana as headband— said to the Ronso.

"I'm sure Kimahri had his reasons, Wakka," the young girl said sternly to red head.

"But he could've say like, 'Hey something is out there— be right back,' along those lines," not pleased with the girl's comments.

"Maybe you could've save the others when they were attack by this bird-creature," she fires back at him.

"But he— then…" Waka gave up trying to convince her of Kimahri's wrong doings.

"Lulu, you should cut my brother some slack," the other young boy said as he chuckles at his brother and friend, bickering.

With the frightful event brush pass them, the people of Besaid Village were just about to tend to their daily routine, when a familiar raspy voice called.

"Ah, everyone is all here— perfect," Roppa said.

Everyone's attention turn to the guest lodge as an elderly man emerges from the hut along with the silver hair boy behind, unbeknown to most of them as who the boy is— they greeted the old man as he stroll to the pack.

"Did everyone journey back safely?" elderly man wonder as he had witnessed unusual phenomenon in the sky just beyond village.

The people begins to retell the story to Roppa— of Kimahri'a heroic battle against bird-monster. The man was quite fascinated on the peoples' account— the story matches to that of what he saw in the sky just moments ago. Vergil was quite intrigued as well, when he starts listening in. Soon the people took noticed of the boy.

"So is that…?" as one of the village assume.

"Ah yes," Roppa gave the young boy a nudge giving him some encouragement to introduce himself to entire villagers.

A few of the villagers were astonished— the boy had no visible injuries from what the people could tell as if he was never hurt at all when they were the ones who found and transported him to the village. Others pity him as a castaway from the eradicated islands nearby. Waka took the opportunity to break the ice, he walks over to Vergil and squats down to meet him at his height.

"Names Waka, ya?" he said with a big grin on his face. "What's yours?" He extends his right hand out offering a greeting.

"You're gonna scare the poor kid with your suspicious smile," Lulu teasing the red head.

"Ah…" Waka's had no answer to Lulu's comments. He then begins to scratch the back of his head, thinking if made a first bad impression.

The young boy glances over to Roppa, only giving him a slight nod, assuring Vergil that he's amongst friends.

"Vergil," he finally said.

[End Music]

A/N II: There you have ladies and gents, another crossover uploaded. Please be patience with me, drafting a new chapter takes time and lots of editing. I hope you guys enjoyed reading my write up—if you did, feel free to leave a comment this will encourage me to continue this story. If you didn't, drop a comment if you like— I appreciate feedbacks of improvement, but please be reasonable. Take care!