Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

Standing Still

A/N: I think I came across somewhere which presented the theory of Dante being a depressed individual (I just can't remember exactly where). This puts the Dante I usually portray in a completely different light, and if Dante is a depressed man, then where do we put Vergil? This chapter is a little different from the previous ones, and it really leaves a space for consideration: that maybe the Dante and Vergil that we thought we knew and liked might be more than just 2-D men and hide more than just their demons beneath their surface.

[Standing Still]

Vergil stood on the other side of the window, never daring to look over. He had made the decision so many years ago, and even if he were to be forced to admit that his decision had ultimately been foolish and regrettable, Vergil still remained with the resolve that he would not go back on this foolish decision. He had come so far; there was only so much left of the road that he was walking on before he fell off again –this time for real and forever.

The sunlight shone on his back, casting his shadow through the window on the floor of the dusty offices of Devil May Cry. If the sombre lone proprietor of the joint ever thought to look up from the magazine that he was perusing, he would have seen Vergil clearly on the other side of the window, gaze stuck adamantly on the floor outside.

But the red-clad demon hunter never did as such, and thus neither did the blue-clad half-demon look up to meet eyes. Vergil stood for a full minute, and decided that it was enough. He had risked enough.

He turned away from the window without a second word and started down the walkway that he had taken only minutes before. Vergil did not pay much attention to the scenes around him until he reached a café nearby. Blinking in surprise that his instincts had brought him here when his brain had been swimming with sombre thoughts, Vergil spied a pair of little boys playing on the sidewalk. One boy was obviously older than the other, but they had similar features that pinned them down undeniably as brothers.

Vergil watched as the older and taller brother stop the younger one from crossing the road, holding on to his little brother's hand tightly in his own small ones as he watched the cars zoom pass on both sides. Vergil waited along with the boys as the traffic cleared, and then the boys began to cross the road, hand-in-hand. The little brother's bright eyes tagged on everything around them with the wide-eyed wonder of a young child, while the older brother's gaze kept alternating between looking up and down the road for any chance of cars passing.

The simple act of the elder brother bringing his younger one across the road made Vergil melancholic. The utter trust of the little brother shone completely in round brown eyes, completely unaware and uncaring of the fact that he was putting his life completely and undeniably into his elder brother's hands. The trust was clear, and so was the care that the elder brother put in.

Vergil could not predict how this pair of brothers would grow up to become –or how their relationship would turn out –but it reminded him a moment of he and his brother. Dante and he had once been like that. Dante had trusted Vergil with the whole of his heart while Vergil watched up and down the road for cars. Even though they were technically the same age, Vergil had been minutes older and mentally matured much faster than his twin brother, hence making him the elder brother figure between the both of them. In the beautiful past, Vergil and Dante had been trusting, loving and caring.

Now, it was impossible. Too many things had happened between them. Too many of those things had been his fault, actions on his side that now, as a grown-up, he could not understand. He had been going through a rebellious phase, and without a parent figure around to keep him in reign, his thoughts had gone completely down the wrong road.