I like to think the Yamato and rebellion have some form of consciousness tied to Dante and Vergil. This spiraled from that.
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Through many years at DMC you’d handled various weapons
Guns
Swords
Canons
More swords and guns
also some unconventional like demon arms
Ect ect
But safe to say you’d handled a lot at your time here
It came with the job, literally since Dante mentioned in that dreaded job description that “supplies may need to be cleaned”
Though it didn’t mention of demon innards that needed to be cleaned off the “supplies” nor that “supplies” would be literal actual god damn swords
Something you would quickly come to learn after being hired
But you digress, handling weapons came with dmc
Thus you cleaned, sharpened and polished a lot of them
Typically you did them on weekends or Wednesday
It was actually something you’d come to enjoy after awhile
Comparatively speaking cleaning weapons was a whole lot different to cleaning the floors in a literal sense
But there was also something spiritually different about it as well that you’d come to learn and appreciate over time
And in some cases literally
Rebellion
The first of all swords you’d come to eventually wipe down and polish, to put it simply Rebellion is a bit weird
But you’d come to understand it’s because some part of it is oddly alive and tied to Dante
In the days before its subsequent awakening alongside Dante at the temen-ni-Gru tower there was an odd sense of energy stored in it
When you cleaned it back then you could feel an almost pulsating sensation as you wiped down its flat surface
It thrummed under your fingertips
Not in an intimidating way, but moreso like a beating heart
You actually tested it out once but it matched Dante’s heartbeat perfectly
They pulsated in sync under your hands
And matched in untapped power yet to bloom
Both speeding up under your gentle touch to his chest and it’s blade
In those early days you were a bit unnerved by the feeling
Admittedly it was a lot
But like with Dante you came to appreciate it
Rebellion even in its unawakened state offered an odd sense of company and protection
Sometimes depending on the mission Dante would leave you with it since he wanted a challenge
So he’d head off with only ebony and ivory leaving you with the sword
Typically he’d prop it up against the desk
But if he was feeling particularly cheeky or thought you were overworking yourself he’d put it on the table so you wouldn’t be able to work
You’d be remiss to say you couldn’t easily move the hunk of demonic metal
Nor would it seemingly let you since it seemed to weigh even more than it usually would in those moment
Could’ve even sworn the skeletal face seemed to smirk at you nearly blowing out your back attempting to lift it up and then giving up
Instead opting to sit down as it stayed propped up or laid on the desk
As you either relaxed or did work it gave you company
Watching diligently as its silver edge reflected the light and anything in the darkness
It’s a lot like Dante in the quiet moments when silence besides the jukebox permeated in the yet to be named shop
It’s not threatening, at least to you
And yet rebellion has some sort of edge of humour with it as Dante does
You swear it sometimes reflects light into your eyes to mess with you subtly
But before it’s awakening it doesn’t go beyond that
Afterwards is a bit different though
Rebellion changes as Dante does
When you wipe it down now instead of just about ripe energy about to burst it’s warm
It could be the dead of winter and the blade would be a pleasant warmth against your cold skin
It’s a warmth that’s never too hot yet is overwhelming in how it feels like a warm kiss pressed against your fingertips as you drag them on its edge
Rebellion feels more alive than before if that’s even possible
It still beats with Dante’s pulse yet now it reflects the warmth he has wholeheartedly
Instead of being cold it’s now ignited with his power
His blood awakening the sword or vice versa when he and the sword joined together in a violent display by Vergils hand
It’s red eyes glow a gentle hue when your around
Less an intimidating bright red like when in battle but more of a softened rouge
Like old rose petals or almost ripe strawberries
They follow you around the room when it’s hung up or left behind by Dante to guard the shop
Like an ever present guardian even if Dante’s in the other room
That’s not even mentioning how when you grab the hilt of the sword you swear you feel the phantom sensation of Dante’s hands gripping yours
You know it’s his by the distinct scars that line his palms you’d felt a thousand times before
The phantom sensation guides your hands as you swing its blade against potential foes or to ensure you don’t accidentally hurt yourself
Only going away as your hands let go and place it down
Yet even then it’s warm touch lingers like a silent goodbye
It’s red eyes shinning in a kind of pride at you
Through the years even when not in use rebellion grows to feel like an old friend
Each time you clean it of blood or polish it from the dust there’s a sort of companionship similar to Dante you feel towards the maybe not to inanimate object
It protects you
Watches
And it also listens as well
When alone for hours to days on end due to Dante being on a mission you sometimes talk with the sword
Maybe that would’ve made you crazy had you not realized it replied back and being crazy was already apart of the job description when being around Dante
Rebel doesn’t reply vocally but instead physically with how it’s eyes shifted and blinked
One blink meant yes, two meant a no
Thus you talked with Rebel back and forth with yes or no questions
You gauged a lot from the demon sword
It preferred a certain type of wax that you used to polish it compared to others and it seemed to enjoy when you’d talk about your day
It also liked when you played the same favourite songs of Dante’s and put on cheesy action flicks for it to watch as Dante would
It also liked beef jerky
Like a lot
You one day fed rebellion out a simple curiosity about if it could eat since it technically had a head and teeth
Something rebellion didn’t know of either
And since then rebel had taken a liking to beef jerky of all things
How it ate neither you nor the sword knew
You just both accepted it
It was funny when Dante found out though
Dante nearly had a brain aneurysm when he one day walked in on you feeding rebellion beef jerky of all things
The sword’s metallic skull chomping down on the beef as you a it stared at him like he walked in and interrupted something
It was that day he learned that not only did the sword have some level of consciousness past it being somewhat tied to his soul (thanks Sparda) this entire time but also explained the phantom feeling of hot breath on his neck sometimes (from the few times you cleaned a smudge and didn’t have cleaner on hand)
(And the phantom feeling of your finger dragging down his chest or god forbid your lips on his neck when you’d give the sword a small smooch as a thank you for protecting Dante)
That explained a lot from over the years
(Something Dante’s seemingly not over as rebellion keeps giving him knowing looks when he flirts and it goes completely over your head)
Yamato
You have a tricky history with the Yamato considering your initial encounter with Vergil wasn’t the most friendly
Having a real god damn ass katana used to threaten you wasn’t exactly fun
But such is life
Or such is your life at least
Before Vergil became…a little less apprehensive to your existence the sword was just plain intimidating
If Rebellion is warm and showy then Yamato is cold and sleek
The swords are opposites in every way like the brothers their tied to
Yamato reflects and cuts with precision
The sword leaks sophistication and radiates a certain loneliness to it
The first few times you see it the demonic katana looks almost like frosted glass
The way it reflects things is blurry even though it’s cleaned and obviously well loved and maintained by Vergil
Your like a monet painting in its showing of the world, as if your unimportant to have any detail to you besides general shape and form
But after you discuss poetry with Vergil the next few times you see Yamato feel…different
It reflects you a bit more clear now in the few moments you see it in use
Particularly when Vergil protects you from demons lurking in the dark
It only becomes more and more clear the more you talk with him
The more he seemed to tolerate you quite literally reflects back in how Yamato shows you
Under moonlight and rain Yamato reflects booth the moon and you in its blade with mirror-like clearness
It angles it to make the moon your halo behind your head
The full moons haze and glow making you seem almost angelic as the onslaught of raindrops created diamond-like shimmers ever few seconds
It’s the type of thing you’d see in a masterpiece painting of the renaissance
Hear about in poems
The type of thing artists would die to capture
And Yamato shows it all
It paints this beautiful picture of you and your not sure why
You don’t get much time to process it after that when Dante comes to fight Vergil and rescue you
Eventually when Vergil ends up in hell and the Yamato somehow ends up breaking within that 10 year time period between the tower and mallet island you somehow find a large shard of the sword
You wake up one morning and find it sat on your other pillow
Reflecting your opening eyes with a clarity that isn’t given to the rest of you
Your face is muddied and a blur no matter how much you clean that small shard
Yet your eyes remain crystal clear
It’s odd and unsettles you
But such is life when it comes to the Sparda brothers
Especially Vergil
Even Dante is puzzled by it all
But you continue on with that shard
That piece of Vergil
However small or unimportant to him you hold onto it
You hold onto Those memories as well even if you were nothing but a nuisance to him
And in that small shard you keep fading until nothing but your eyes remain clear
The rest is but smoke and mirrors
Unintelligible blobs of colour
And then mallet island happens
And you grasp that shard when returning home with Dante
Holding it tightly even if it would cut and bleed
And yet it doesn’t, the piece of the Yamato won’t cut your skin
It just lays in your palm soaked in tears as years pass and things continue on
You still hold onto it
Not realizing as years pass things begin to become more clear again
Still muddied but eventually becoming unclouded
And then it’s absorbed by Nero’s devil arm after being collected and put together mostly in tact by the order of the sword
The final piece being held by you
Finally putting it back together
That should have been that
Yet Weirdly enough even when it was absorbed by Nero’s demon arm due to whole next of kin stuff you swore it’s energy still attempted to find you
The blue part of his arm becoming brighter when we you were near
Small tendrils of light and energy reaching out
That’s Not to mention the few times you and Nero got into some demon trouble and before either of you knew it that arm was wrenching you away from danger before either of you could react
He says it’s probably his instincts and you nod, smiling at him but in the back of your head you pray that maybe somewhere out there it’s a sign Vergil was alive
If rebellion was seemingly tied spiritually to Dante then maybe the same was for Vergil and Yamato
And maybe the way the Yamato infused arm shot out to save you multiple times was a sign of…something
At the time you could only hope
But when Dante and Vergil came back from hell the user himself had confirmed that Yamato was also tied to him as rebellion was to Dante
Vergil is protective of his sword
Relatively rightly so after he one day told you of what exactly happened the night of Eva’s death
For years the Yamato was all Vergil had
And you can respect why he doesn’t let anyone touch…expect for some reason you
Yeah Nico is a bit salty that “Mr grouch over there” lets you hold and examine Yamato and not her
You’ve had to draw her diagrams and let her look over your shoulder as Vergil let you hold it
Yamato in your grasp feels as if you hold Vergils everything
When you grasp it you know it means a lot to him
If rebellion is Dante’s heart then Yamato is Vergils soul
It’s heavy in your hands
Yet Yamato at the same time is light as a feather
Almost as if elated to be held by you
It reflects you now with a clarity not seen in years but like atop the tower it almost idealizes you in the reflection
The way it reflects light and the background warping to accentuate you in it
It’s odd
But flattering
When you mention this to Vergil he stares at the sword and how it shows you
(Unbeknownst to you in its reflection your angled to appear much closer to Vergil)
