Author: Temptation Angel
Story title: My hated/loved mirror image
Chapter title: Worth it
Chapter rating: G-PG
Realm: Devil May Cry
Pairing: none.
Genre: humor, gen, crack
Warnings: Dante being Dante
Word-count: 489
Summary: Sometimes Dante wondered if it was all worth it.
Dedication: To Yami no Cosmos on LJ for being herself and making me feel like I'm not a freak for liking DMC.
Chapter: One of the tale of the Sparda siblings.
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Worth it
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Dante had been a wild child for as long as he could remember. Whenever given the opportunity he would wreck havoc, and later on, he would blame Vergil.
Their mother had never once believed him when he'd said it was his twin. She would scold him until that he hung his head with shame and then she'd send him off to his room. Dante would sulk as he walked up the old staircase and past the semi-open door that led to his brother's always perfectly cleaned room. Then, he would pause and look back to see if Vergil was in.
Were his brother in fact in his room then Dante would leave him alone - Vergil hit harder than you'd think, but if he wasn't in his room...
Dante grinned impishly and snuck into the room. It was furnished much like his own, only reversed. Where Dante's bed stood to the furthest left corner Vergil's was to the right, the closet to Dante's right versus Vergil's left, and so on and so forth.
Dante plopped down onto the soft bed with its blue coverlet and looked around the room, seeking for something to do.
Not the bookshelf, he'd already tossed out all the books from it once (and had had a nasty bruise at the back of his head for months after that Vergil first had beat the living daylights out of him and then made him pick up all the books again and put them back... with his left hand only, since the other had been tied to his back). Dante scratched at where the bruise had been, and almost decided that it wouldn't be worth it, when he suddenly caught sight of Vergil's wardrobe.
Dante's grin stretched from ear to ear.
Dante knew that his brother hated looking filthy, and that he on more than one occasion had stayed up late to iron clothes that he didn't deem worthy of him to wear.
Cracking his knuckles Dante moved into action, humming a tune underneath his breath as he started throwing out item after item of clothing, making sure to bundle them up before discarding them all over the floor, bed, lamps and on top of the bookshelf. Dante was particularly pleased with that last one.
Not until the last shirt lay crumbled up on the floor and the hangers dangled empty Dante turned around to look at what he'd achieved, a content sound slipping from his throat.
Oh yeah, life was good, he thought as he slipped out of Vergil's room, pausing briefly to check that the coast was clear before slipping into his own chaotic mess of a room, closing the door behind him with a bang.
Sure, he thought as he threw himself onto his unkempt bed, Vergil would probably kill him for this, but, Dante thought as he closed his eyes to catch a quick nap before the madness resumed, it was so worth it.