Another Devil May Cry 3 fanfic I wrote, this time it's (still) about Dante and Vergil, but Dante being quite ill.

That is, ill like schizofrenic, delusional, meaning, seeing and hearing things and so on, so on.

He loves his pills and do different things to himself to numb the pain.

Oh, poor Vergil, what is a brother to do?

-crowd is waiting with big puppy-eyes, hoping that this will be a good one-

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Disclaimer: I don't own the game Devil May Cry 3 and I don't own the characters beeing used and/or abused in this fic. A pity really.

You Are To Be Warned: Twincest & Yaoi. Self-mutilation (Self-hurting). Using of drugs.
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I'm so into my book that I'm not noticing my brother Dante sneaking up again.

It's late at night, way past midnight but oddly enough I'm not tired. Just groggy, and worn out of constantly have to worry about his sickness.

It will eat him alive, I know it.

I'm being interupted from my reading as I hear the door to the kitchen being slamed open.

Quickly, I make my way to it, only to find Dante looking inside the fridge.

He smiles like a kid at christmas eve at me and says:

"Cookie-Chocolate ice-cream!"

I smile back and take the cold box from his hand, helping him to get a bowl and something to eat with. If he would choose, it would be his own hands, but I'm giving him a spoon, just in case.

He loves his chocolate ice-cream, with cookie-dough in it so he eagerly sits himself down on one of the kitchen chairs and jumps up and down.

I almost forgot, but eventually managed to crunch those white pills for seeing things that weren't real into the cold, icy substance. When I saw that broken, sad expression in his eyes I felt ashamed but still gave him the bowl.

"Don't worry, it will taste no different." I tell him, patting his head with a slow motion.

"U Sure?" He blinks at me and pulls my fingers, a gesture he does when beeing unsurten.

"I am sure." I try to lock eyes with him, but have no such luck.

"Don't wanna eat."

I sigh in a dramatic way and stroke my hair back. "You have to eat it. Dante… Look at me. I said look at me." I place one finger under his chin and force him to pay all his attention to me. But suddenly, I notice one alarming thing.

"Dante, are you… high?

He smiles wildly again and nodds. "I took Vergils cough medicine."

His pupils was as large and black as indigo ink and his grinning wouldn't stop, as if he was having the greatest time of his life.

This was what I had feared. Him taking something in high doses, it could be everything, even ordinary cold pills, just for the purpose of getting high and forget all his troubles for a while.

Ones, he had managed to get his hands on my extra strong sleeping pills and took ten of them.

When we arrived later that night at a hospital, the doktors said that he would be alright, but suffer from addiction to pills a long time after this, his current suicide attempt.

I was so scared, I didn't want to loose him just because some damn pills.

Suddenly, without me having to force him again, he had ate the whole bowl of ice-cream up and burped loadly. Oh great, no he wanted sugar. This was not good. I had to get him to bed.

But who can sleep when high on DXM and sugar?

After he had finished licking the bowl clean he looked at me.

"Dantes been good?" Those large eyes could really melt anything, like if it would have been butter in sunshine, but fortunately for me, not this time.

"Yes, you have, but now I want you to go to bed."

"Bed is creepy. The voices are load and… and…" He seemed to be lost in his own thought before he continues.

"And cough medicine makes me real awake, so I hear and see everything. Don't feel nice. At all…"

He sobs and begins rocking back and forth on his chair, as if beeing really scared.

"Again, I tell you not to worry. Everything is going to be alright, okey? I promise you that." I lift him up in my arms, from not beeing eating and sleeping enough, Dante isn't heavy at all.

"Noo! Let me down, they are so mean to me! I'm not safe, not safe there. It's scary, please let me go, please Vergil?" He screams so load, you could think I was abusing him, but no, I wasn't, only carring him, holding him tight to my chest.

"No, they are not mean, they are only from your own imagination. They are not real Dante. Do you understand me?"

He shakes his head so hard I'm afraid he might have injured his neck, but I don't think he can inflict himself so much damage when in this state. Or can he?

I carry him into his own beedrom, placing him down on the soft surface, and sits in a small sofa infront of him to try to calm him down.

He sobs hard, screams and cries out for help, looking up at the ceiling, eyes wildly opened, as if, again, he was seeing something that weren't there.

I see no other option then to crawl into the bed with him. That usually makes him a lot more calmer.

He goes quiet after half an hour and sobs, but now very silent, into my chest, soaking my shirt.

I sigh, stroking his hair, kissing his head and forehead, rocking him back and forth and holds him in my arms, protecting him from all his imaginary monsters.

He looks up at me, to make sure it really is me that's touching him and finally becomes completely calm, his sobs stopping.

The only thing that I can hear is his hard and struggled breathing and his nails scrathing helplessly on my chest, on the gray fabric of my thin favorite shirt.

I kiss him on the head again, and this time he responses, with a kiss of his own but on my exposed collar-bone.

I smile, knowing that the monsters is gone now, that Dante can have his needed sleep and if he should wake up from his soon to be, deep slumber I'm there to protect him and to help fight against the big bad creatures he sees.

I will always be there for him, even if he's going to be sick for his entire life, I'll be there.

That's a promise I'll never break. Because he is my brother, and always will be.

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R&R everybody!!