Summary: …"…you've changed so much," he admitted, he had not been prepared to see his equally loud partner in crime so reserved…

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the computer I work from.

Another Morwen fic, still waiting for Arow to rejoin the DMC world…

The boy leaned against the rough brick wall, his eyes glaring defensively at anyone who even glanced at him. He sighed looking at the time, the bell had gone ten minutes ago and there was still no sign of his brother, he sighed watching the hundreds of other children running and shouting down the corridors.

"Hey," a familiar voice called.

Dante glared at the group of boys approaching him, as he unfolded his arms and took a defensive stance.

"Aw is the little freak all alone?" Jay cooed maliciously.

"No, you have five people behind you," he countered easily with a smirk, "But you are alone in the fact that you have the lowest amount of brain cells in the whole school." He smirked easily dodging a punch that was aimed for him and he kicked Mark who also tried launching for him breaking his leg, then Paul grabbed him long enough for Jay to punch him in the face making his nose bleed.

Paul was suddenly on the floor sporting a broken arm and Jay a broken nose and dislocated jaw, the other two boys ran faster than the newcomer could blink.

"Sorry I'm late," Vergil smirked to his twin and noted the bleeding nose, "You ok?"

"They're not," Dante grinned down at the boys on the floor.

"They never learn," Vergil shook his head and wrapped an arm around his brother steering him to the nearest room with a sink, and the best place to hide for the rest of the day.

"Why were you late?" Dante asked narrowing his eyes.

"Renire's got it in for me," he sighed with a glower thinking about the headmistress.

Dante nodded sympathetically, "Its cuz you prove that you can be a pain in the ass and do well."

"Or copy from that Michelle as she seems to think." He growled.

"Vergil, Dante," Ms Larne followed the retreating boys.

The two stopped and turned in unison, the fact they were wearing identical clothes didn't help matters in telling which was which.

She shook her head staring between the two, "Would you care to explain why Jay, Paul and Mark are badly hurt?" she stared.

Vergil stared at her, "They started it," he defended, "if they could take the hint and stop trying to pick on me and Dante they wouldn't get hurt." He said as if it was nothing.

"Vergil," the teacher gave an exasperated sigh, "You and Dante have to go to Mrs Renire's office now."

Vergil stared, "Why Dante?" he asked, "I was the one that attacked them after they attacked him," he motioned to the bloody nose for emphasis, "He had nothing to do with it."

She regarded him carefully and looked to Dante who was also staring at Vergil, "Is that right Dante?" she asked.

Dante watched Vergil a second longer then nodded, "Yeah," he said reluctantly, hating how Vergil would always take the heat for him.

Vergil gave a small flicker of a smile to Dante.

"Mrs Renire's office," Ms Larne reminded sharply.

"You be ok?" Vergil ignored her and spoke to Dante.

Dante nodded, "Yeah, thanks," the two ignored the teacher's calls as they walked into the toilet for Dante to clean up.

After half hour of sitting hiding from the inevitable trip to the office and phone call home the two walked to the office.

"About time you two showed up," the stern voice of the middle aged woman snapped, "Vergil," she hissed, "Ms Larne has already informed me you are responsible for this so Dante may go."

The two exchanged smirks, "Which one's which?" they asked in unison.

She glared hard at them, "You missed a spot of blood Dante," she pointed to the side of his nose and practically lifted Vergil off the floor dragging him inside.

Dante stood outside the door listening to her shouting and Vergil was snapping back every few pauses.

After what felt like hours the door finally opened and Dante jumped up from where he had previously slouched against the wall. He gave a questioning glance to Vergil who glowered back, he could tell something was not right but was soon dragged into the office for his own account of what happened.

Vergil slumped down in a chair for a short while until his mother turned around the corner and gave her older son a disappointed look and shook her head as he was about to speak.

Dante emerged from the door a moment later.

"Mrs Sparda," Mrs Renire spoke softly, "I am unbelievably sorry that you have to come in again so soon." She held the door open for the other woman.

Eva sat patiently listening to Mrs Renire talking about how the twins were getting on generally.

"Please Mrs Renire," she cut in, "We do not have all day, please could you just tell me what they have done this time."

The older woman sighed, "Vergil hospitalised three children at lunchtime," she said bluntly.

Eva sat in shock; she had wanted the other woman to tell her straight…just not that straight, she thought in retrospect.

"I think you will agree Mrs Sparda…"

"Eva," she corrected absently, ok so her sons could get out of hand but Vergil never hurt anyone like that, "Are they seriously injured?"

"One has a broken leg, another a broken arm and the third a dislocated jaw and a broken nose, I should say it is serious."

Eva blinked several times not realising the other was still talking.

"…have spoken at length already about Vergil's violent tendencies and agreed while he is a good student his brother is not the best influence he could have. We agreed that if there was anymore trouble like this then it would be impossible to let Vergil back into any school in the state…"

"What?" Eva exclaimed.

"I am sorry Eva but we must look out for the safety of other students, he becomes very violent very quickly, it is not a good thing in a school environment, the other children are in danger…"

Eva nodded absently and sighed realising she was drifting off again.

"…therefore it is for the best that social services has been notified and they will take Vergil into care until he is more controlled…"

"You are not taking my son from me," she exploded defensively, "He is not a bad child, perhaps he could learn to control himself better but that is no reason to take him from his home. From his family. Did it not occur to you that such a separation might make him worse?" she glared hard at the older woman who just stared impassively.

"Vergil will be collected tomorrow morning which gives you the rest of today together and to pack very few belongings that he will be allowed to take." She smiled pleasantly and motioned to the door.

Eva growled and left fuming.

"Mom?" the twins jumped up but instantly shrank back at her glare.

"In the car. Now." She spoke with barely controlled anger making the brothers race ahead.

"I don't think I've seen her so angry," Dante whispered softly seeing her approach.

Vergil shook his head in agreement knowing the anger was aimed at him, "I think she is a demon," he confided.

"Mom?" Dante frowned.

"No, Renire," Vergil rolled his eyes, "It would make sense," he said, "it would explain why she is always targeting us…me…and why we're being separated…" he trailed off at Dante's look, "I heard I was being sent away…"

"WHAT!" Dante exclaimed as Eva reached them, "Mom…Verge isn't being sent away…is he?" he asked fearfully.

Eva just stared at them hard, "Get in," she ordered sharply and waited until they were in the car before driving home.

aww poor little twins (grin)