Vergil didn't care about Dante or so, he thought, Vergil was Dante's older brother and had decided that today, June 15th at 5:06am, he would visit Dante, perhaps out of missing his baby brother, or perhaps through the fact he hadn't seen Dante out in a day or so like he usually would be, and to be honest, Vergil he was worried, so he entered the Devil May Cry office, his cold blue icy eyes glancing around not seeing Dante in the main office area, he spoke up.

"Dante. Where are you? I don't have time to play games. Where are you?"

Once Vergil got no answer, he started to explore the Devil May Cry office. He opened the door to Dante's bedroom, yet he wasn't in his bedroom, but Vergil could smell blood coming from Dante's bathroom, and he murmured to himself.

"Why do I smell blood?"

He walked over to the bathroom, and once he opened the door, he saw Dante, laying there on the floor, bleeding from the wrist, not healing, it looked like he had been laying there for a day, Vergil was immediately on high alert, and he grunted as he picked up Dante.

"Dante...damn it.."

He murmured, cursing to himself, and he got Dante up from the floor and over to his bed, he bandage up Dante's wrists, worrying about his little brother. Three days passed, and finally, Dante stirred awake, and once he did, Vergil spoke.

"Dante!! You idiot!! Why would you do that to yourself!!"

Vergil frowned upset, and Dante could tell Vergil was trying to hold back his tears.

"I...was worried.."

Vergil sighed, running his hand through his white silvery spikery back hair. He was actually worried about his little brother.