fanfic100 - 001. Beginnings / 100songs - 052. At The Beginning...
Title: Intention
Fandom: Devil May Cry 3
Characters: Dante
Prompt: 001. Beginnings / 052. At The Beginning / 07. Jealousy
Word Count: 929
Rating: R for this little bastard being CREEPY.
Summary: Phase One: 'Check Up On' (stalk) Vergil Without His Knowledge has commenced. Shadow Dante's losing his mind, kids.
A/N: Some of you know I've been talking about this Dante 'slipping'. Ayuh. It's started. Oh, he'll flip flop. One minute he's doing something absolutely loony and creepy and if anybody knew about it, they'd have his happy ass committed and drugged. The next he's the same old Shadow Dante, bouncing along like nothing at all happened. I totally think he's faking that part. Anyway. Not graphic, not bloody...Just creepy.
He had more tricks up his sleeve than anyone would have ever guessed, and he had more smarts, and more information, than he'd ever let on. Of course he did. How he could have ever believed otherwise was a mystery, considering his current situtation. Dante was...Displeased, to say the least, over what he'd seen happening, over the last short span of time; just a few months, really! He was displeased, and he was working on a way to change what he saw, with far more finesse than anyone would have thought he was capable of.
Of course, it all tied back to Sparda. It always did, in the end. He could see what the old bastard was doing, and that just wouldn't do at all, as far as the young white-haired man was concerned, as he paced through the room, quieter than could have been imagined. By all rights, and according to every breaking and entering law known to man, he probably shouldn't have been there, unannounced and doing what he was doing, but that was alright. No one would ever know he was there, he was certain of that. It, really, was for his brother's own good! It was. Vergil was the...Far more intellectual of the two, Dante would gladly give him that; regardless of all those booksmarts, however, Dante was the one that was capable of getting things done. If Vergil only knew...Well. His mouth twitched in a supressed smile as he paused in his path, glancing over the room behind him over a shoulder.
Sparda was stupid. He was. He was weak, too, in so many ways and he had left himself open all over the place. Dante just wasn't the type to take any without a reason. And it was easy, too easy, to play the grouchy, put off son that would rather cling to his mother than his father. To fall back into what both of his parents expected of him. To act like the devoted little brother who'd let his big brother and parents handle everything while he bumbled through life. Well. Pity for them that wasn't what was happening behind the scenes. Much like now. He was there, right there, in Vergil's own little place, unbeknownst to his beloved elder twin (and that was just about the only heartfelt thing Dante would concede was the truth; Vergil was his beloved brother, and it was, of course, for Vergil he was even bothering), just...'Checking up' on the elder twin, when he couldn't be evasive. He'd taken care not to leave anything disturbed as he'd made his way through, starting from the bedroom and ending up there, in the living area, where he'd paused and leaned against the wall.
Of course, he didn't find anything very interesting. He supposed that should have been expected, considering. Vergil was so busy with that stupid casino and their stupid bastard of a father, who had time for anything else? But that was fine. Dante...He was working on fixing things so that wouldn't be the case anymore.
He caught his reflection in a mirror across from him, and it would have startled anyone at all to see what he did, looking back him. His eyes, normally somewhat wide with feigned cluelessness, were narrowed and slanted into humored slits, their normally pale blue color deepened to violet, because wasn't it just true demonic vision was better than what was normal? Of course it was. His fangs overlapped his bottom lip, digging into the flesh hard enough to puncture it, though he hadn't noticed it at all, and that was fine. He'd just been so absorbed in what he'd been doing, after all. In truth, he didn't look anything like 'Dante', after all.
He could hear the other, in the back of his head, berating him for becoming what he had claimed he hadn't wanted to, but he brushed it aside. The other him was a fucking idiot, and so was his twin. Neither one had seen what he did. And that was alright. He supposed all those years alive had left them decrepit in the mental department.
With a silent snort, he pushed away from the wall and started across the room once more, until a noise behind him made him freeze. It figured someone would be keying their way in now. He didn't even take the time to register if it was Vergil...Or if it was someone else, before silently and quickly padding back to the window he'd left open, just incase he had to make a quick exit, and slipped out and upward, as the door swung open. True, as he landed in a controlled sprawl there, before pushing off to make his way on to the roof, his heart was beating fast and heavy against his ribs - it was too far along and too important for anyone to find out what was going on and trying to stop him at that point - he wasn't worried. If it was Vergil, he was under-developed, and wouldn't be able to tell, even with the window hanging open as it was.
If it wasn't...? Well, they didn't matter at all. He'd find out who, however, and if the answer didn't make him happy, then they'd go 'missing'. He was getting good with that, recently.