I have never written a story like this before. No romance, no yaoi...nothing. Just pure angst.
I don't know why I wrote this... Ah well...
Warning: Errrm....spoilers...angst...that's about it....
Disclaimer: There was no contract declaring I owned Devil May Cry when I looked through the games boxes. Damn.
My Mother's Touch
Unknown to most people, Dante had a mask.
A façade that was kept up on the hour, every hour. Any day, every day. 24/7.
He hadn't always had the mask. Back then, he didn't need it…he was playful young boy who had a mother who loved him, a father who was proud of him and a brother who was his best friend. Dante had everything was he was young. He didn't need a mask…didn't have to act…
Dante was genuinely happy and didn't harbour one terrible, angst-ridden thought. Until one night, father didn't return home. Father was no longer seen around the house. His mother cried and wept for the first few days. Sometimes, if he was really quiet at night, he would hear her weeping through the walls. His mother was upset and so Dante made jokes and played around, knowing it would make her happy.
His brother on the other hand was angry. Vergil no longer played with him…no longer mucked about with him…he didn't even crack a smile anymore. He was angry and Dante knew it. Why he was angry, Dante didn't know. It wasn't father's fault he had to leave…wasn't his fault he never came back home. Or was it? Dante couldn't understand. What he did understand was the keeping all that anger bottled up would be unhealthy for Vergil. And so, Dante pestered him, annoyed him and infuriated him. He knew that every time a fist connected to his face, his brother was letting off steam…each punch was making his brother feel better… if just a few measly punches were cheering his brother up…then Dante could take them.
Dante knew that his mother and his brother needed him to act 'normal'…for their sakes. So Dante did. No one saw his unhappiness that shone through his eyes…no one heard the silent tears that fell on to the pillow at night.
And so, the first piece of the mask was created.
Eventually, things went back to normal…or as normal as they could go.
Dante still kept up his mask that he had worked on for so hard. No one could see that he was still upset or angry and that was fine by him. As long as they were happy then so was he…no matter what he truly felt like underneath.
Unfortunately, once again their happiness had been destroyed. None of them had seen it coming. It was totally random and completely unsuspected. Vergil was the one who had seen them coming and went to his family immediately to warn them. His mother had been in the kitchen, and knew at once that her family…her pride and joy was in danger. Dante being truly naïve thought that he and his brother could take on the vicious demons.
He heard the crashing of the windows and went upstairs to investigate. Holding onto Rebellion tightly, he took a deep breathe and entered his mother's bedroom.
Nasty, horrible, blood-thirsty demons were gazing at him from every angle of the room. Not one drop if courage remained in his bones as he stood there frozen. He had no idea where his mother and brother were…but if they were safe then he would steel his nerves and take the bastards on. The demons snarled and sneered at him, baring their sharp, jagged teeth at him.
Time slowed down as Dante watched the demon come nearer towards him. His nerve escaped him and he tensed up, clenching his eyes shut, anticipating the pain. Nothing came though…
Hesitantly, he opened up one eye and froze with fear. He was staring straight into his mother's lovely face…witnessing the beautiful twinkle in her eyes fade out. The demons cackled and vanished…leaving Dante clutching at his dead mother. His mother, who had sacrificed herself for him. His beautiful, beautiful darling mother…
Where was Vergil? Was he dead as well? Did he run away? Had he escaped?
Dante felt tears well up in his eyes, but he refused to let them drop. He had had enough…the demons mocking laugh echoed around his head. From that day on, he made a promise to his mother. No longer would he be afraid…no longer would he get scared…
He was going to be big, brave and powerful. And once he was…he was going to destroy every single demon responsible for his mother's death. No matter how scared he got, he refused to let anyone, demon or not, see his fear.
And so, the second piece of the mask was created.
Fast forward a few years and here he was. Big, brave and powerful. Not one ounce of fear or sadness in his body. A cocky young man, with a big mouth, a fetish for pizza and a brand new shop. Every man wanted to be him…every woman wanted to do him. No one knew about his family, no one knew about his past.
No one asked and if they did, they certainly didn't get any clear answers.
It was during that time that his mask had wavered. His father was gone, he had lost his mother and now…his brother…
His brother who he hated and loved with every living cell in his body…had left him too. Dante was all alone in this world and he hated it. He couldn't blame his father for his disappearance… he wouldn't even think about blaming his mother for her death.
But he blamed Vergil for everything. If he hadn't turned into such a power hungry monster…if he hadn't help Dante during his fight against Arkham…if he hadn't allowed himself to fall of the edge of that waterfall…
If he…If he…If he…
The world could have been made a lot simpler for Dante. If his brother hadn't left him with their dead mother, then they could have looked out for each other and maybe things would have been different. If his brother hadn't helped him with Arkham, then maybe that flame of hope would never have been ignited and Dante could have died knowing that his brother held only hatred for him. If his brother hadn't fallen of that waterfall, then Dante could have changed him…
If his brother hadn't fallen off that waterfall, then Dante's mask wouldn't have wavered. Lady would never have seen through it. Dante could still be living his life out to the full, but Lady had seen through that mask and Lady had seen the pain and anguish he had…
So Dante had to build his mask up better and thicker…guarding every single emotion. Covering them up with cocky remarks and mocking taunts. Lady soon forgot about the slip of his mask…but occasionally she would send him the odd glance…if only for a second. But she would only see the cockiness and happiness that radiated off the man.
And so, the third and final piece of the mask was perfected and created.
His mask was a powerful thing…his façade could fool anyone…his act was a thing of beauty.
But then she had to come along and ruin it…the mask that took him years to create and perfect. Trish had to look like his mother…had to remind him of his nightmares…had to remind him of memories, both good and bad. She almost destroyed that mask, but Dante kept it up…he had to…
So he went to Mallet Island with her…he fought every demon and monster that came at him. He savoured the rush that it gave him, the thrill that came with each kill. He anticipated a negative welcome…what he hadn't anticipated was his brother.
His brother, who he hated and loved with every single bone in his body, was alive…and then, he killed him. He killed his brother…Vergil was dead because of him. He didn't feel the fear, the sadness. No…when he clutched that amulet, he felt fury. Fury that Mundus had dared to enslave his brother…had dared to force then to fight against each other. Remembering the day they first received their amulets and how happy they were just fuelled his anger. Dante was furious because as he remembered each fight…he remembered how the demon would clutch its head in pain and then vanish…each time the demon saw his amulet, Dante would see through his mask. The anguish and terror that shone in the eyes showed him that his brother was still in there somehow. He just didn't know it then…
Keeping up his act…his façade…his mask, Dante journeyed on.
Once more, he was forced back to remember a memory. A memory that haunted his nightmares…once again he was holding his mother's dead body. His mother he had failed to protect…his mother who had died to save him. Trish had just done the exact same thing.
His mask wavered once more... he steeled himself. This was not his mother…this was Trish. A demon created to look like her. She was not her… his mother was long gone and the woman he held now was different.
But the mask was starting to crumble and break.
The events that followed were happier. He had defeated Mundus, discovered that Trish was still alive and he had once again saved civilization. His business grew more popular, Lady and Trish visited more and life couldn't get any better.
His mask was made of pure concrete now. Nothing would break it, if he had anything to say.
Lady would still give him odd glances but wouldn't press the matter. Trish would look at them confused but didn't question it. Dante was truly the king of acts.
The mask he wore wasn't on the hour, every hour. Any day, every day. 24/7.
When he went to sleep, he couldn't control the nightmares that still haunted him. He couldn't control the fear that seared his veins, the sadness that clouded his mind, the sentimentality that made him weep. The nightmares weren't often…but they weren't rare either.
Trish had discovered that, even the king of acts still had his off days. As she entered Devil May Cry, when she heard the bang overhead, when she rushed up to inspect the damage…nothing prepared her for what she saw.
The big, brave, powerful Demon Slayer, Dante…was thrashing around on the bed. Tears streaming down his face, half mumbled words that slipped from his mouth. Trish was stunned that the true person behind the man that was Dante Sparda…was broken, torn and alone.
She approached the bed reluctantly, knowing that if Dante knew she had seen him like this…he would be devastated. Trish knew of the mask that Dante refused to take off. She knew that he had lost his entire family due to demons. Trish knew that anybody who had experienced such terrible loses, wouldn't be as happy-go-lucky as Dante was.
Said demon hunter gasped and shot up, panting heavily and wiping the tears from his cheeks. Trish cautiously sat down next to him and reached out to touch his shoulder. Dante's head snapped up at the contact and turned to look at her through bleary eyes.
The word that had been uttered was soft and desperate. Trish was shocked as Dante lunged at her, clutching at her shoulders as he wept into her neck. Awkwardly, she wrapped her arms around her friends and kissed the top of his head. She worried her lip as his muffled words drifted into her ears.
"I'm sorry…so sorry…mom…I'm sorry…"
And so, the mask that had been created and perfected was shattered. The sadness from father…the fear from mother…and the confusion from brother, flowed freely.
The mask had been broken and all it took...was a lost mother's touch.
I tried to keep them IC. I think Dante was OCC at the end...oh well...I tried!
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