Fan Fiction ❯ Guide Me Through Darkness ❯ Glowing Hellfire Of My Heart ( Chapter 1 )

Guide Me Through Darkness

Chapter 1: Glowing Hellfire of My Heart

 

**Note!** I do not own Devil May Cry or the characters (No matter how much I wish I did…); CAPCOM does. So, no sue-y of me for you XD! Oh, and… Sorry for the strange writing-style; I've been RPing too much lately ^^;;;…

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Seek me, for comfort… Call me, for solace… I'll be waiting for the end of my broken heart…

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A flash of light from the lightning of the storm outside sent dappled white streaks across the walls and floors of Devil Never Cry. Thunder rumbled soon after, causing Dante to open one eye from his sleeping position in his chair. Lowering his legs from the desk, and pulling his hands from behind his head, he sits up into a hunched-over position, letting his forearms rest on his knees and his hands hang between them. Looking around boredly, the sound of a car horn blaring can be heard outside, followed by the screech of tires.

“Nothin' to do on a Sunday night…” With a yawn, Dante stretches back and raises his arms up with a grunt and returns to his previous position, looking tiredly around the room. Raising a hand and swiping some of his hair away from his eyes, Dante quirks a brow slightly. He was right: It was a Sunday night, and he hadn't had a call since Last Tuesday. What's a devil hunter to do when there are no devils to hunt? Grumbling, he pushes himself from the seat, sending the chair back slowly until it bumps against the wall behind him. His hands are pressed palm-down to the desk, and he sighs, bowing his head before looking once more around the room. Lightning flickers once again, and the polished bronze of his cymbals paint shiny ridged patterns across the wall behind him and over his face. He squints and raises a hand to his eyes until the light subsides, lowering it and staring longingly at the jukebox in the corner, as if it were a missed lover. Pushing away from the dresser, Dante walks towards it, but passes it and removes the heavy maroon-leather jacket that he considers part of his normal attire. Placing it on a coat-rack to his right, he turns around and looks about his shop, staring at the occasional skull or poster covering the walls.

“I'm so tired…” He yawns and cracks his knuckles, heading for the stairwell leading up to his room.

*Ring* The sound of the phone clattering on the base jolts Dante back into the Real World, where hate, frustration, tears and machines strangle the body like vines of ivy on a tree. Moving slowly towards it, as if in a dream, he hesitates answering as he lets his hand hover over the handle between the ear and mouthpieces; maybe a little peace was what he really needed. With a huff, he realizes he can't do this, and begrudgingly answers the phone.

“…Hello?” Raising his other hand, Dante runs his hand through his hair gently, blinking a few times under furrowed brows; nothing. “Hellooooo?..” He asks again. Still nothing. Just as he begins to lower the phone from his face, Dante can hear the sound of breathing on the other line. His face contorts into a gaze of curiosity as he stares down the length of the phone, and raising it back up, he continues. “…Look, if this is some annoying little brat who's just as bored as I am, then you can forget about anything stupid you've been planning.” Quickly lowering the phone back onto the jangling receiver, Dante grumbles and heads up towards his bedroom.

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“…Dammit!” Slamming his own phone down onto the shining black cradle, Virgil growls and stares down at the floor as he shakes his head, making his way back over to a large table, sitting down in a chair just as gigantic. Propping his boot-covered feet onto the desktop, he folds his arms over his chest in frustration, burying the lower half of his face into the large collar of his button-up. With pink-tinged cheeks, he stares out of the corner of his eye to the window; scenes of the Mortal World play on outside, but Virgil knows that if he were to exit this building, all he would find would be a World even worse than that of the humans: Hell. And Hell for him meant a World without Dante.

Ever since he had reached puberty, he knew that his feelings for his brother were more than just `normal.' Even if he would never know, the real reason Virgil had abandoned his brother was because of these strange emotions mixing inside him. Smiling sheepishly to himself, Virgil becomes lost in a daydream, recalling scenes from their childhoods-past: The summer spent in Greece with their mother and Father, the time he convinced a much younger Dante to try finding Father's sword in their parents' bedroom. Giggling lightly, Virgil remembers what happened. Although their Father was angry with them, especially Dante, they both knew it was only a game, and the smile they shared behind their unknowing Father's back shined throughout Virgil's senses.

“…If only we… I… Could have stayed that way…” Sighing, he sits back in his chair, clasping his hands and placing them on his stomach as he closes his eyes. Drifting away to sleep, as Dante does the same in his own room, Virgil sighs painfully and mumbles to himself. “…Can this sin be confessed and forgiven?.. Oh Father, please tell me…”

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Soooo, how'd y'all like ^^;;;? This is my first attempt at a serious Shonen ai/ Yaoi fanfic, and my first Debiru fic XD I'm hoping this turns out as well as I'd like it to, so please, leave me a review on my website, www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=Ghoulscout13 Supashi-bo ^^!