Drabble Might Count

A/N: This is my first DMC fic and I decided to make it in the form of drabbles, since random thoughts are frequently hooked to my mind and I'm currently obsessed with this game. Chapters for these may come earlier or later than expected, later likelier, because I could either be searching for inspiration or struggling for an outlet for the current condition of my imagination.
Since most of these are random drabbles, no proper part of the timeline is set and they may be out of character…
Anyhow, enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry 3 and/or its characters. I have not played the first two games either.

Randomness One: Demon Twins On the Freak-Bus

Having to sit at the back of the bus would not have been so bad if hyperactive children of the primary school had not invaded his personal space. Now, if it were Dante's, he would not mind, but this time he had become Dante's shield. This time the children had taken to emptying bottles of water out on the traffic, regardless whether or not the wasted liquid made contact with cars or motorcycles.

"Humans can be so primitive." "Yeah," he heard a similar pair of voices speak from the seat closest to the back.

The two are three-year-apart siblings, an elder sister and a younger brother. The girl is known for her necessary 'mean' factor when it came to making her way out of the bus unstained, and the boy has witty remarks to offer while comparing this world to his fictional prototype. The siblings live right next door to the Sparda residence.

Time to time he had to listen to the elder speak of ingratitude shown by the children to what they were given and the younger agree, speaking of how the lowering of IQ among children nowadays is caused by overpopulation. 'They're inspired by the music video,' Vergil thought, shaking his head. Sitting next to him, Dante would have slept as he so often did in class, but the noisy and heated condition of the bus – with thanks to the climate and mentality of this country – prevented him from doing so.

For those who wondered why these two had not fought so far, this bus is no place for them to start a fight, given the tendency of the children to try to join in. Besides, true to their father's words, they shall not tarnish the name of the Sparda family, thus they had kept themselves as clean as possible in school as well.

Even the bus driver is hardly civic-minded. Always the observant back-seater, Vergil noted on some days when the bus beats the traffic light or stops in the yellow box while waiting for the traffic light to turn green.

Most people here paid attention to the twins' silvery-white hair on their first day, but it was their hard-to-break attitude that made them stand out. Dante is always late for class and Vergil is imperiously adamant when PE teachers threatened to call up his parents regarding his disinclination to change to PE clothes on the days the lessons are on.
They never had; considering the impossibility for the twins to change, the school dared not ring up the parents anymore.
Maybe they called up their mother once, but Eva had given them such a lecture that they had given up while they still had the chance. Most parents spoil their children anyway.
Well, most, since commanding supreme authority over the lifestyle of a part-demon part-human family is foolishness only normal people would commit to.

Coming off the subject of their earlier times here, his mind returned to the current situation. A huge-massed thirteen-year-old had been shoved away from the siblings' seat for his intrusion of their personal space. Vergil had always taken in the amusement when they speak clearly of the inconsiderate people around them causing discomfort without provocation.

He kept the book he was reading in his bag and thought of a way to endure this noise since he could not concentrate on reading. Telling one person to shut up is easy enough, but a whole bus of noisy people is more than a human-form could handle.
'I could sass a discipline teacher in the face when it comes to wearing hair-gel in school, but this is madness we're talking here.'

The bus turned left on a junction into the second lane of the residential area. Spotting this, Dante turned his iPod off and slung the single strap of his red schoolbag over his left shoulder. Vergil had his possessions packed safely in his blue backpack ever since they claimed this seat and stood up only after the siblings in front of them had.

When they had gotten off, everything had become a blur in Vergil's mind. He tripped and landed on his elbows. He could hear spiteful laughter embarrassing him to no end.

Suddenly his back went rigid and he could stand up straight. The children's eyes are all filled with sudden fear and terror. Now he is not only Vergil, but a demon…

He should not risk exposing his bloodline to the world, but what the heck? This country is like a frog under a coconut shell. Nobody important will know…

The bus exploded into fire. Metal and flesh were consumed in a blasting inferno. Cries were heard, silenced and forever forgotten as the fires died down in an instant.
'Dante?' he thought, remembering the twin that had been following him on his way out.

Still in his school uniform, unscathed, is Dante, his face of pure surprise and amazement. His mouth had formed a complete 'O'. After a few seconds, feeling himself returning to human-form, Dante's face twisted into mirthful laughter. "Of all the sadistic things you could – but this –" Dante exclaimed between breaths of laughter, "– this is the coolest!"

His twin's face had loosened into gleeful triumph. Slowly Vergil felt his own lips curl, brows forming the look of evil pleasure. That was short-lived, as he noticed that the sister and brother had been watching the whole spectacle from the safety of their front yards. The brother waved while the sister showed the horns and mouthed 'Rock on!' before they enter the house. The maid who unlocked the grill clearly asked them what happened out there, and the sister said something Vergil understood as 'Nothing.'

Vergil stretched and yawned, sitting up straight in his bed. He forgot how long he had been sleeping. "So Princess, how's your beauty sleep?" Dante asked him from his computer in the room. He did not feel like biting back at that; his head pounded severely. 'I need soda…'
"Mom's not back from work yet?" he asked.
"Mom called earlier. She's taking some of her time to talk to Dad about some schedules," Dante answered, eyes fixated on RuneScape.
"Schedules?" Vergil repeated, uncomfortable.

Not waiting for an answer, Vergil went to their parents' bedroom from which he could see the road in front of their house. The tarmac road did not bear the mark of being burnt, but still has the dark color of a freshly-filled pothole.

"By the way," Dante continued, typing a message to a friend on the game he was playing, "there's some kind of explosion up at the bus, luckily only after we got off. Scary, eh?"

Vergil felt ice clawing in the pit of his stomach. His lips went dry. 'Did it happen?' he thought with realization.

The doorbell rang. From the window space next to the front door, he could see that a man dressed in a police uniform had been pressing the button on the wall by the gates.

His hand on the doorknob, another holding the keys to the house, he hesitated.

I'm sorry if my way of typing this isn't much to your fancy, but I write like this in my school essays most of the time. Reviews, however, are still much appreciated.

Additional Character Info
Name: Nadiah aka 'Nay'
Role: Author(ess)
General Appearance: Short dark hair, rectangular glasses, barely five feet tall. Roughly boyish, actually.
Personality: Changes every day.