When Worlds Come Crashing Together {Devil May Cry Fanfic~} #2

Part 8

[Part 8]

Damon’s P.O.V

Marcy jumped off the bike behind me, still teary-eyed despite having already turned on the taps quite some time ago. In her hand clutched tightly Dante’s famous red trench coat, for he had decided to give his favorite coat to his ‘favorite friend’ with the ‘favorite card’ of his life. Of course, Marcy understood that Dante still loved his girl very much, but it didn’t deter Marcy from reveling in the frequent compliments that Dante gave to her shapely figure.

“You should send them off with a smile, Marce.” I advised quietly, and though the past week had been hell on Earth for me, the idea of them leaving struck a chord of longing. Of course, I had become to get used to the Sparda brother’s presence, as well as the fact that all four of us were together, instead of separated in our own worlds. Truly, this was a case of Dante and Vergil’s world crashing into ours, like how mine had crashed into Dante’s years ago.

Vergil arrived with Trish on a cab quickly behind, while Daniel and Dante screeched to a halt at the mouth of the alley. It was the first- and most likely the last –time that Daniel allowed Dante to helm at the bike, and the crazy speeding they probably went through was evident in the wind-blown states of their hair and clothes.

Needless to say, both of them had been riding without a helmet, chasing Death’s tail like a cat on a ball of yarn.

“Yeah! Awesome, man!” Dante cheered as he leaped off the bike, while Daniel only staggered out. The man didn’t seem to have brought his crutches out, which was quite stupid, but I swallowed my lecture to him, and went over silently to help him out.

Vergil kept silent about his brother’s noisy cheering, merely walking deep into the alley quietly instead. He stopped halfway, unsheathed Yamato, and gave a large slice into the air. There was a sudden deafening crack, and a blinding flash of light, before a split in reality could scarcely be seen in the lack of light of the alley.

Vergil, satisfied with his piece of work, turned around to face us, taking his belongings from Trish’s arm gratefully with a nod of thanks.

“We have ten minutes before the portal closes on itself.” He informed, meeting my eyes.

“Then let’s be done with our farewells. It’s good to see you alive and well along with Dante. I will say it was a pleasure to have you two here, despite the shit I’ve been putting up because of you guys. Dante, I know it’s been years since we last saw each other, but hey, I used to be your brother. I know you well enough that you will never change. Just pray and hope that Lady and Vergil both keep you alive, alright? Your luck will not hold forever.” I began, watching Dante give me a black face for my advice. One way or another, he just wasn’t exactly happy with the fact that I knew him well.

Trish took a step forwards and gave Vergil a hug, taking that as her wish for good luck for him. Then, for Dante, she came up to him, and gave him a tight slap.

“That’s for pissing off my man so many times over.” She said, then gave him a quick peck on is cheek, where she slapped him.

“That’s for returning back to me, and letting me see that you’re still surviving. Remember to treat Lady, Patty, and the kid well, or I’m going to come after you to hunt down that ass of yours.”

Dante rubbed the sore on his cheek, looking as if he were holding back his string of curses lest my volatile girlfriend gave him another well-placed slap again.

It was Daniel’s turn. Still leaning heavily on me, he raised his free arm and pointed at Dante.

“The brother that I want but hate at the same time.” Dante grinned.