-Phobias-

-Lady Luce-

A/N: Let me just start out by saying anyone who's confused I changed my pen-name. This is a drabble, which means it's under 500 words.

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Catoptrophobia: Fear of Mirrors

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Pushing open the door of Devil May Cry Dante rubbed his soaked hair back from his face and shrugged off his weapons and coat. It has started pouring as soon as he had gone out on a call and to make matters worse the ‘situation’ had been far more dire than previously described. There had been higher demons – intelligent ones – ones which liked to mess with his head instead of simply fighting. And one of them had mentioned Vergil. He had been caught completely off guard by that and only pure instinct had saved him from loosing a limb – or worse.

Running a hand through his still sopping mop of hair he sighed, feeling the warning signs of a head ache making themselves known. He had done his very best to remove the memories of his twin from his mind and shut them all away somewhere safe. It had been a year now since Temin-Ni-Gru and though Dante had managed to forget Vergil once before when he had been left for dead this time it had been so much harder. Before there had been hope that his brother would return one day out of the blue. Now he knew that Vergil was never coming back the fact that his twin would rather jump into hell than return to the human world with him only served to add salt to the wound.

Deciding he was in need of a wash he headed for the bathroom. It was just one of those days… he’d get over it; a couple of beers later and he could be in a contented stupor for the rest of the night. Which didn’t sound like a bad way to spend an evening, it was better than moping anyway. Not that Lady would approve when she returned, but she didn’t tend to approve of anything he did.

He glanced to the mirror to asses the damage to his new vest – that was the third one this week – when he stopped dead in his tracks. Vergil was staring back at him through the mirror.

Dante’s electric blue eyes widened in shock before he realised that his mind was playing tricks on him. A stab of resentment went through him as he saw that Vergil was copying his exact movements… and he was wearing red. Growling in anger he resisted the urge to smash glass into a thousand pieces and turned away flattening his hair back over his face.

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A/N: I'm not entirely happy with this one, but I have read it over loads of times and I couldn't think of anything to change... I might go back and do another one later and add on a version 2 here. I'll make sure to tell you if I do :)

-Luce