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A portal is actually a rift between two places.
But a rift is also a space or an interval,
a fissure… a break… a separation.
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Since that thing with Reboot Vergil had happened, Vergil had been acting weird. That was aside from his frequent nightmares. He didn’t want you both to go to the DMC World, fearing the possible dangers. So after he had recovered from that spell, you two had been staying in your world. He would sometimes space out, deep in thoughts, but if you would ask him, he would say nothing was wrong.
There were times when you would catch him staring at you, when you would doze off or while you two were watching TV. If you asked him what he was thinking about, he would just show a small smile and shake his head then pull you into a cuddle and kiss the top of your head.
There were also times when he looked sad, really wistful, full of longing in his eyes, but you couldn’t figure out why. You tried your usual comforting ways, and he would always welcome you in his arms, but he still seemed different. He was mostly just quiet. He didn’t joke around anymore, there weren’t any arm-slaps the past week. He was still affectionate though. If you kiss him, he would return it; if you touch him, he would respond.
Vergil even made love to you just last night, that’s the term you called it, cheesy yes but that was because it was different from the usual naughty or playful ones. It was kind of serious but still full of emotions and yearning. He even held your hand when you peaked, something you thought was only in cheesy love-making scenes in old movies, but it was indeed sweet for some reason. He kissed you passionately after that. Then he held you in his arms till you fell asleep.
You even remembered him whispering in your ear, “I love you, so much,” and you were too sleepy to reply with something more than a smile. You thought at least he still felt the same towards you. He might have been acting weird lately but he still loved you as much as he did before, possibly even more.
But the next day he was gone.
Vergil left you in your world.
He just disappeared. He was right there before you fell asleep, but he wasn’t there when you woke up. Not like how he usually was – lacking sleep and awake before you, and already cooking breakfast when you wake up. Not in the bathroom, in his old room nor in the rooftop. Nowhere.
There wasn’t even a letter, or at least a note. He didn’t take his things in here, and that got you somehow worried about the possibility of him just disappearing unwillingly. But he wasn’t the type to be kidnapped or so. As much as it hurts to admit, Vergil was more the type to suddenly leave without saying anything.
And he didn’t portal back.
For days…
For weeks…
And now for a month.
But you knew he had a reason for doing this. He always had a reason for doing things. There was even a high possibility that he was thinking that he was doing this for your sake – a very stupid idea that some guys in drama series would think is best for the girl they love but is actually very selfish and dumb.
Yet you still believed in him and hoped he would return. Part of you thought that he might just need some time to think of things, and you’d be willing to wait here for him, as long as he would come back, no matter how long it takes. But another part of you knew that Vergil can be stubborn when he makes up his mind on something and you weren’t by his side to convince him otherwise like usual. But still, you believed in him and waited. And cried your eyes out, of course.
On some days, you didn’t want to do anything, you just wanted to listen to sad songs and cry. You even made a playlist and labeled it as ‘ Vergil Left ’, a foolishness that he would probably laugh at if he sees it. You even added memorable songs in there, the one he sang and the one you danced to in your friend’s wedding. Self-torture perhaps, but it feels better to cry with some music than silently and alone...
As anyone would expect, you had been looking at his photos on your phone, both stolen photos of him and your photos together. Before, it was just screenshots from Devil May Cry and saves from Pinterest and DevianArt, but now you had the real Vergil’s photos. Of course, there were videos too, and you had a lot of them. Both stolen and proper ones. And they would all make you cry now, darn.
There were even dark days when you couldn’t stand the pain, like that one when you were staring at the Mini-Yamato and you spaced out and when you came to, the blade was already touching your other hand’s wrist, and the angle was even the proper one, the angle that would really do the trick. Recalling that day made you think that maybe the demon in your bracelet was acting like a horror movie demon in this world and was possessing you or something. Or were you just too drunk that time? You couldn’t remember, really.
But because of that, you recalled Vergil saying that the Mini-Yamato was made from a small part of the Yamato, and thus it can be used in opening a portal. You knew it was impossible, for the Mini-Yamato drew power from Vergil and he wasn't here, he had no power here either. You didn’t even have any power to begin with, but if there was a chance, no matter how small... even if it was just a small portal, a communication portal like what he was able to conjure before, you wanted to try.
Thinking hard about it even brought you to the idea that, 'If the Mini-Yamato draws power from Vergil, well, he’s in his world right now, he has power right now.' So you tried and tried, vertical and horizontal slashes in the air, even while seated or while lying down. The whole time you kept saying in your mind, ‘Please, borrow some of his power, please Mini-Yamato...’ Sometimes you were even saying that out loud. Anyone who would see you might think you had gone insane.
But no, you just wanted to see him. You wanted to talk to him, at least. Ask him why he left... Tell him that if he was afraid to lose you, this wasn’t the right way to handle it.
You were hoping on this method. And was still hoping he would return. But everything is just difficult and... sad. Yep, your puffy eyes would cry out that it’s an understatement.
“Vergil, you’re a fool!” you yelled after another failed attempt, then just burst out crying as you leaned your head on your arm that was on the dining table.
You had been sitting there for more than an hour now; you had been trying this Mini-Yamato portal for about a week now. This was useless, really, and exhausting. You might be hoping too much.
You wished you were someone who would give up easily, but sadly, you weren’t. You had always been the type to try and try as long as you could think of a method to try. And it was a pain to be that optimistic sometimes.
But then you heard something, “Forgive me...”