Beautiful Goodbye
This is a songfic using the lyrics of Amanda Marshall - Beautiful Goodbye. It's from Vergil's view of things.
Devil may Cry belongs to Capcom.
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Fed up with my destiny
and this place of no return
Vergil slowly regained his conscious and let out a soft groan at the pain that seemed to cover his whole body even thought he felt his demon blood already working at his injuries. With a bit of an effort he finally managed to get his eyes to open and let them wander around. The black and red walls, covered with differed colors of demon blood, immediately made memories rush back to him.
He was in hell and had tried to take Mundugus down.
Think I'll take another day
and slowly watch it burn.
He waited until most of the pain had disappeared before leaning a bit on Yamato to raise to his feet. Yes, he tried, however he had not expected the influence of the fallen lord to be this big. Frustrating as it was he had only managed to get through the first rows of his newly formed army before being forced to retreat.
Maybe he had simply been a bit to arrogant, thinking that he could the demon lord down with still being injured by both, Arkham and Dante.
It doesn't really matter how the time goes by
cause I still remember you and I
A fond smile crossed his lips for a few moments, followed by a slightly bitter one. Yes, Dante had become very strong. He didn't needed to be protected by him anymore. His plan had worked. But on the other hand there was now no place for him in Dante's live anymore.
and that beautiful goodbye
He recalled their parting moment, where he had let himself fall back and Dante had reached for him and he had slashed at his hand. The torn look on his twin's face, followed by despair when he realized that he had hesitated just a moment to long.
His blue eyes closed again at that memory, while he combed a hand through his hair, putting it in his usual style.
If he had made his brother cry again? He hadn't meant to. He wanted him to get strong. Independent.
We staggered through these empty streets
laughing arm in arm
There was once a time when he had let Dante convince him to go clubbing with him. The brilliant smile on his brother's face alone had never made him regret it. Slightly drunken they had made their way home, Dante laughing happily, while he had to chuckle as well.
The night had made a mess of me
your confession kept me warm
And then he had been pushed against the door of their bedroom, Dante's lips hot, yet soft and demanding against his own. Minutes later they parted, both of them breathless and a slightly glazed look in their eyes. And then his twin had said the three words, that made him realize what they had been doing, before the other had promptly felt asleep in his arms.
And I don't really miss you, but I need to know:
Do you ever think of you and I
On the next day Dante hadn't remembered and he hadn't mentioned it, thought secretly plotting on how to make the other forget this love, to make him strong.
and that beautiful goodbye
He himself had never forgotten, a slight shiver running down his back every time he thought of those lips against his.
When I see you now
I wonder how
I could've watched you walk away
Suddenly his eyes snapped open, the image of the happy and smiling Dante replaced by the look on his brother's face when he had tried to convince him that what he was doing was wrong until the declaration that he would have to fight him.
It all replayed in his mind, starting from the moment he had grabbed his father's sword until the moment he had fallen.
He hadn't made his brother happy. He had made him cry.
If I let you down
please forgive me now
for that beautiful goodbye
A dry chuckle felt from his lips. Maybe he wasn't such a good brother after all. He really hadn't meant to make him cry.
In these days of no regrets
I keep mine to myself
"I'm sorry, Dante...", he whispered. "I never meant to make you cry... But you need to become strong..."
All the things we never said
I can say for someone else
"I love you too... Even if it's wrong..."
Cause nothing lasts forever, but we always try
And I just can't help but wonder why
we let it pass us by
"Wait for me, brother. I'll defeat Mundugus and find a way back..."
Pushing himself of the wall he pulled Yamato out of it's sheath and quickly walked towards the demon lords main base, his blue coat floating behind him.
When I see you now
Suddenly he saw himself looking into blue eyes of the same color of his own. "Dante?", he gasped out, deep pain in his chest making it difficult to breath.
The other's eyes widened, before clouding with despair again. "Vergil? Vergil! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!", he whimpered, burring his head in his shoulder, where he could feel wetness hitting his skin.
I wonder how
Absently he put a hand onto the silver mop of hair. What had happened? Hadn't he been fighting Mundugus just a few moments ago? He frowned, while trying to figure out what happened, before suddenly memories rushed back. He had fought Dante.
I could've watched you walk away
"There ... is nothing... you need... to be ... sorry for...", he managed to say, before starting to cough up blood.
Why wasn't he healing already? There was so much he needed to tell his other half!
If I let you down
Dante pulled back, looking into his eyes. He could see the self-hatred there, thinking that he'd die. Oh, how he wished he could reassure him, that he wouldn't, but right now he didn't knew if he would or not. Why couldn't he be stronger? If only... If only he hadn't given in to Mundugus manipulations. If only...
"Dante...", he said, to get the other's attention.
please forgive me now
"It is... It is I... who is sorry...", he spoke. "I'm sorry... for being such a bad big brother..."
More tears felt from his twin's eyes. "I'm sorry... for making... you cry... again..."
His sight was starting to blur and he knew then, that he wouldn't survive, but there was one more thing he needed to tell his twin. He couldn't die without doing so! Gathering his last strength he smiled softly at his brother.
for that beautiful goodbye
"I will... always... love you..."
