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A.N: Hello! This is the first chapter of the first story of the series Brothers In Arms! Wow! By me Arow and her Morwen.
Morwen: Charming.
Arow: lol On with the fic!
Full Summary: Consumed by guilt for the death of his brother, the murder of his brother, Dante finds a way to go back, to change it, even if it means destroying his own future and with it himself, so he goes back, and meets himself, a cocky younger version of himself, will he survive such a meeting with himself? And together will they be able to save Vergil from a life of darkness and evil.
Set 10 months before DMC3 Spur of the moment fic cool with some funny bits, first in the 'Tempus Transitus' (Change time) Trilogy.
Chapte 1: Touch down, Hello me.
The afternoon sun hung low in the sky making all the building mixtures of gold and black. As the shadows lengthened, the tranquil scene of the dozing city was broken by a bright blue flash of unearthly light, from which a figure fell unceremoniously onto the pavement, he pulled himself up grumbling to himself then stopped and cursed rather loudly seeing the soft grass not two feet from his crash site. He looked to the setting sun and made his way east into the shadows of the deranging city.
Dante jumped as he turned to see a shadow on the other side of the glass, he tensed and grabbed Ebony and Ivory, waiting for the intruder to enter, that familiar tingling he got on the back of his neck when a being from the underworld was near by.
The door started shifting as the shadow tried so hard to budge it, Dante sighed as the action was stopped, he relaxed slightly only to hear the sound of crashing as boxes tumbled everywhere, the shadow had kicked down the door, and half of the boxes by it, the shadow stepped in, not quite getting under the light.
“I hope your bank balance is big enough to pay for all of this buddy,” he snapped, “Man look at this mess.” HE indicated with ivory.
“Dante,” The shadow stated.
Dante froze hearing his name…such a familiar voice, blue eyes glistened in the dim light, he knew those eyes, the figure stepped into the light fully, Dante’s eyes widened more than he thought possible, “Dad?” he exclaimed in disbelief.
“Don’t insult yourself, I’m not that old,” the older man said looking disgruntled, “Close your mouth, you’re making me look like a fish.” He glanced around the room to see the boxes strewn everywhere, things half unpacked, and some broken.
Dante stared at the stranger, not realising he had been gaping at the mirror image he was certain was his dead father. “What?” he looked blankly at the older man, not understanding his comments.
“I didn’t realise my first shop was such a dump.”
Dante tenced at the strange comment. “This is my shop and it is not a dump,” Dante replied heatedly, his hands tightened around the guns at his side, “Who the hell are you anyway?”
The older man looked at him levelly, his extremely familiar blue eyes putting Dante on edge, “I’ll explain,” he thought for a moment, “Just don’t freak.”
“I’m not going to freak,” Dante assured, he had seen so much, fought many demons, nothing one man could say was going to freak him out.
“Yes you are.” The man said nodding gravly.
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are,” the older man said with certainty.
“How the hell would you know?” Dante growled, disliking the stranger more by the second, how dare anyone come into his own shop and tell him how he would react.
“Because I’m you,” the man said with an edge to his voice.
Dante stared at the stranger and held up Ebony, aiming for the man’s heart.
“See, what did I tell you? You freaked,” the guy seemed calm, despite being in the youth’s firing range.
“I am not freaked,” Dante denied, “This is just a…precaution,” he snorted, “I mean I can’t blame you for wanting to be me, but sad to say you’re not, and you never will be.”
The older man shook his head and sighed, regarding the gun wielding punk in front of him, “Put Ebony away, sit down, and shut up.”
In reply Dante aimed Ivory, his aim steady at the man’s chest, “How about I stick these in your face and you get out of my shop, now,” he took a step forward, glowering dangerously.
“I can’t believe I was this obnoxious,” he pinched the bridge of his nose, not in the slightest bit intimidated by the two offensive weapons.
“Look pal,” Dante growled, starting to get agitated, “You are not me, and I’m more than lucky to not be you, now go away before I blow you away.” He was trying his hardest to be intimidating, but the man gave no reaction to the threat.
“Let me put it this way,” the man sighed, “How many guys do you know with white hair, an affinity for red leather and walk around with guns identical to yours?” Said guns appeared spinning in his hands; Dante stared at the weapons and looked at his own, they were exactly the same. “Now will you sit down and listen?” he asked raising an eyebrow, and re-holstering his guns with a exprt flick of the wrist.
“Yes, dad,” Dante snapped, he was certain this stranger was his dad, it was too uncanny not to be, besides, he was too good looking to end up like that, but he supposed he could look worse.
“I am not my dad,” the man growled, Dante could not tell if he was offended or just irked.
“That makes sense,” Dante smirked, loving how easy it was to wind this guy up.
“Fine,” he sighed, “I am not our dad, I can see this is getting too complicated for your little brain to process and comprehend,” it was his turn to smirk at the younger man’s scowl.
“Yeah well, at least I’m still good looking, unlike you, dad.”
With a growl he continued, “Listen, we have no time to trade insults, I came here to right a wrong and I need your help, or it won’t work.”
“Why the hell would I help you?” Dante asked suspiciously.
“Because it concerns Vergil,” He let it hang, knowing how he would react.
Dante paused hearing his twin’s name…his older brother…he blue eyes glared icily at the stranger and was suddenly overwhelmed with questions. How did he know Vergil? Where was he? Why did he need help? One stood out above the rest, could he be saved? Dante shook his head trying to clear his thoughts, he wanted to help his brother so badly, wanted to save him, get back the brother he had grown up with, but something deep inside him knew Vergil was too far gone and he wouldn’t get him back, not as he wanted. “Sorry pal,” he turned to the stranger, “I’m not interested. You obviously don’t know me as well as you think…I don’t care about Vergil, ok? Get it? Understand? Now go away.”
The stranger bowed his head, smirking, “You and I both know, that’s not true, he’s still family…all you’ve got…”
Dante couldn’t help notice the way the man’s voice wavered at ‘you’ve got’, it filled him with more questions, he watched the older carefully and noted his sad countenance, “So you’re me…an older worse looking version of me, from the future right? Well,” he sighed, finding this hard to take in, “I am having a conversation with myself.”
“Yes,” was the sure reply, Dante looked to see him smiling patiently, knowing it would give him a headache trying to understand it, “Vergil, we need to find him, we have to prevent…” he trailed off, not sure he wanted his younger self to know what he had done.
“Prevent what?” he wanted to know more, “Dante,” he paused, it was sorta strange addressing himself, “What is going to happen?” he was always interested in anything concerning his twin, “What is His Evilness up to now?”
The older Dante smiled, “Truth be told, I’m not sure, but I have a vague idea…we need to find a gate.”
“Gate?” Young Dante frowned, “Vague it up some more, there are loads of gates around here, the one out the back leads to an alley…” he trailed off seeing his older’s expression.
“I have a feeling that there’s one around here somewhere…let’s take a trip to the tower, least we won’t be climbing it,” he smiled, a wistful look on his face.
“What tower? There are no towers around here. Why won’t we be climbing up? What gate?”
The elder laughed, “Come on, grab your sword and we can go,” he turned to leave, “Don’t pout, you’re immature enough as it is,” he smiled and stepped over the fragile boxes and into the night.
Dante stuck his tongue out at the ‘immature’ remark and took Rebellion from where it had been propped against a wall, “Thanks for waiting,” he muttered seeing the older was already out of the door.
“You’re me?”
“Yes”
Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“And I should believe you because?”
“Well you are following me?” The older man looked back a smirk on his face.
“So. I’m curious, not everyday a person comes around saying there me, and mentions my brother, how do you know him?”
The elder stopped. “You want convincing?” Dante just stared back defiantly, they stared at each other for a while then the elder spoke. “When you were six you broke the window and blamed it on that boy next door who liked to throw stones and you got away with it, not even Vergil figured that it was you. Now how do you suppose I would know that?” He waited for an answer.
“I never told anyone that…”
“And you never will, well unless you have to convince yourself you’re, you.” He walked on with a small smile on his face.
Younger Dante just stood there looking stumped.
“Are you coming?” An irritated voice called to him from way ahead of him. He moved grudgingly on catching up quickly.
“So say I believe you, what do you get out of this?” He asked trying to make conversation.
There was silence for a moment. “Nothing really, peace of mind I guess, why would anyone change the past.”
“’Coz the futures fucked up.”
A sigh, “It was a rhetorical question.”