Soliloquy

Chapter Fifteen: Telemiscomunications

Chapter Fifteen: Telemiscomunications

Note: Hey everyone! Thanks for the comments once again! I tried to take the time to respond to them all. Talking to everyone always puts a smile on my face. This chapter and the next are shorter set up chapters, mostly due to the fact that the next few chapters will be longer as we reach the climax of the story, and I needed to flesh them out more. But don't worry. This isn't the end of the story; not by a long shot. This is just book one. At about chapter seven I realized that this wasn't going to be a single book affair, so I started work on planning part two's ending. The structure of the story didn't work as one very long book, so there will be a second installment. More on that later. For now, thank you for your continued support and enjoy this chapter! I'll keep writing for as long as you keep reading!

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If it was somehow possible to sleep for almost a full day without trying to, Vergil had just done it. This was very much unlike him. The eldest Son of Sparda couldn't remember the last time that he had slept that long, especially considering the fact that he was in an unfamiliar environment and didn't generally drop his guard. Genuinely restful sleep wasn't something that he experienced often, so he relished the opportunity despite the fact that he hadn't intended to do so. When he had gone to check out the room that Dante had given him, it was as if the bed had called him into it. One moment he was standing in the doorway, and the next he was waking up at dusk the next day. The transition had been so seamless and sudden that he had thought it was the same day at first. But then he had stumbled into the main office and Dante had started laughing. Vergil had no idea what his younger twin brother found so humorous, but he had a feeling he was going to find out very shortly.

"I was starting to think you were dead," Dante said as he sat at his desk eating pizza.

The Jukebox was blasting some song that the older twin didn't recognize but didn't really acknowledge enough to feel any sort of way about. It was just aimless background noise to him. Vergil glanced over at him, not really sure what to say to that. It wasn't his fault that his brother hadn't been smart enough to check his pulse if he thought that something was wrong. It occurred to him that Dante had more than likely checked on him multiple times in order to come to that conclusion. How odd that he hadn't noticed. Did he really sleep that deeply? Surely not. He liked to think that he would notice if someone was that close to him, even if he was unconscious. Dante couldn't be that sneaky, could he?

Vergil strolled across the room to glance out of the large windows that spanned the length of the walls, in need of something to idly pass his time. While residing within the same building as his brother wasn't something he had come to dislike as of yet, he still found the need to have his own space. Right now, he was out of his element. The office didn't quite feel like home to him just yet. While he never felt entirely safe and wasn't very adept at dropping his guard (a lifetime in the underworld does that to you) he felt more at ease here than he'd like to admit. Although he wasn't really sure quite yet why that was, he couldn't help but notice.

As Vergil gazed out at the storm that raged just beyond the glass, he clasped his hands behind his back. He suddenly had the feeling that something wasn't quite right. The eldest Son of Sparda didn't know what that premonition pertained to, but it was as clear as day. Or perhaps not the day, considering the current weather. The storm was quite... dramatic, wasn't it?

"... You thought I was dead and didn't think to check," Vergil didn't turn to look at Dante as he spoke. He was thinking, but about what, he wasn't sure. It seemed that he might not be as awake as he initially thought.

Dante took a piece of pizza and leaned back in his chair, placing his feet on the opposite end of the desk from where the delivery box was. "Well, if you died, I guess we could just give your friend a call," Dante said, clearly being sarcastic. The younger of the two obviously didn't want Vergil dead. But even if he thought he was, there was no way in hell he was going to try to wake him up to find out.