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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN Devil May Cry. CAPCOM DOES.
If I did it then Vergil wouldn't be in Hell, Kyrie would self combust in the middle of the game…and Dante and Nero would get together and continuously have Yaoi moments for our entertainment!
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Contains some OOCness and loads of PIZZA SAUCE!!!


Chapter 1 – No pizza?

"Eh? Are you telling me I can't order pizza?" Dante took his feet off his desk, and leaned in to stare Vergil right in the eye.
"Yes brother. If you haven't noticed we haven't been on any good jobs lately and you are still knee-deep in debt. Even my financial skills aren't good enough for that," he ran his hand through his silvery hair.

Dante grumbled as he stood up.
"Well we should have some money here somewhere!" he said, walking around.
"No Dante," Vergil looked at him. They did indeed have money in the house, but Vergil didn't want to tell Dante that did he?

"OI!!! OLD MAN!!! THE PLUMBING'S GONE AGAIN!!!" Nero called from up the stairs.
"JUST HIT THE PIPE!!" Dante called back.
Vergil turned around, and headed for the door.
"Where are you going?" asked Dante, looking at his twin brother.
"Out," Vergil replied, opening the door, and closing it behind him.
Dante sat in his chair again, pulling out Ebony and Ivory. He grabbed a cloth and started to clean them, trying to avoid the fact that he couldn't order pizza and that they just ran out of strawberry ice cream.

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Vergil stood outside the grocery store, contemplating to himself. He had about $50 left in his wallet after a small job that only consisted of Scarecrows and a cheap client. Vergil tried to restrain himself of beheading the client, knowing that there wasn't any point on wasting his skill on a man who was shorter and more stubborn than Dante.
"I cannot believe that I'm doing this," he said out loud to himself.
"Excuse me sir, you can't stand out here," a security guard walked up to Vergil.
"I wasn't planning to," Vergil shot the guard a glare that would have made four year olds cry.
The guard backed off, walking back to his post.
Vergil sighed, and walked into the store.

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Meanwhile, Nero was on the couch, staring at the ceiling.
"Hey old man, what's for dinner?"
Dante didn't respond, and continued to clean his guns. Ebony and Ivory were shiny enough to blind anyone now, but that didn't stop Dante.
"Dante, I asked you a question," Nero looked at him.
"I have no idea. Don't ask me," Dante replied, his eyebrows squashing together in concentration.
"Well too bad I'm asking. Where's Vergil?" Nero shifted his position to face himself towards Dante.
"Out. Well that's what he said," Dante finally stopped cleaning.
"Uh huh," Nero scratched his nose with his human hand.
"And he also said that I can't order pizza cause we're broke!" Dante pounded his fist on the desk. No pizza? That was like putting Dante in a room full of Blitz with no door out!
"Jesus old man, no need to hurt the furniture," Nero looked at him.

The doors opened.
"What the hell is that?" asked Dante, staring at the open doors.
"Haha, now this is going to be interesting," Nero stood up.
Vergil came back.
And he had two bags of groceries in each hand.
"This Dante, is ingredients," Vergil said, walking inside.
"Ingredients? To what?" asked Dante.
Nero stood up and closed the doors, then walked into the kitchen, mumbling something that sounded like 'I hope Dante gets covered in pizza sauce'.
Vergil smiled.
"Pizza."