Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry. They belong to Capcom and their respective owners. Besides, if I did, Vergil would not have died in DMC 1. And Nero wouldn't be the main character of 4.

Author's Notes: Hello and welcome to my first Devil May Cry fan fiction! Anyone who is reading Reno's Beginning, fear not, I am still writing that one but am just stretching out away from that for a while. I decided on bringing all the characters I've encountered together under one fan fic and I wanted it to be about the twins, because they're so pretty. ^_^ Well read and enjoy! Please review and no flames because I will put them in my shun box. ^^ Thank you…oh and sugguestions are always welcome.

Chapter One

"Hey Dante, wake up. You've got a job. Hey Dante! You alive? Or did somebody finally off ya? Hello? Is there anyone home?" A voice called out to him tauntingly.

Now said person, who was currently taking a well-deserved nap on his couch of his office, decided to ignore the nagging voice that was disrupting his well-deserved nap. After all, he had just gotten back from his latest mission which took him all the way to Germany to complete, even though he knew werewolves weren't all that powerful compared to demons. He had kindly declined the offer twice before changing his mind when the client threw out the offer to pay for everything and double his pay if he didn't refuse again. Dante thought he was hearing things but the client was old nobility and rolling around in money.

SO…. He took the job. The client paid for the plane ticket to Germany, put him up in a first class hotel suite, room service for as many strawberry sundaes as allowed possible, and all the pizza he could eat. That's not counting the extra cash that had to be added so that airport security would leave him alone about his sword (hidden in his guitar case that went off when he passed through the metal detector twice) or his twin pistols that he refused to turn over to the personal because they were too big. Dante wasn't sure which the client paid more for, the money for the round trip expences or the money to get the government to leave him the hell alone about the large weapons he refused to give up.

He smirked at the thought.

"Dante…" the voice got very quiet and almost sneaky, telling him that they were going to attack him. Thankfully, his gun was underneath his pillow, well one of them at least. The other one was in his holster that stayed on his thigh, except for when he showered or slept in a bed (in which case both guns were under his pillow).

"Leave me alone," he growled. He then turned onto his stomach and faced the other way. (A/N: He was on his side facing the couch first.) He didn't care how much the client paid, he wanted to sleep.

"So you have no interest on seeing me anymore, Dante?" a hauntingly familiar voice asked. It was a very familiar one. One that he thought died when he was Mallet Island. He turned back onto his back and opened one eye, slightly though.

Standing there in a baby blue trench coat stood the man that Dante both hated and loved with all his heart. Vergil. And he wasn't alone by the looks of it. Trish was standing to his left and Lady was to his right. What made him open both eyes was the people standing behind him; Lucia, Matier, Patty Lowell and her mom, Morrison, Nero, and even Kyrie.

"What is this? A whacked out reunion? If so, I'm not interested," he stated sitting up pulling the gun out from under his pillow. Placing it in his holster he got up to go sit at his desk, kicking the chair upright. (A/N: I just love that thing he does in three. ^^)

"Dante, this is a job," Trish stated quickly. "Not a reunion." He quickly glared at her.

"So why the hell is everyone here? And seriously, are you trying to annoy me on purpose?" he growled quietly. "No jackass," Nero interceded. "It's a job that requires all of us. Including innocent bystanders from previous jobs that you've done."

"Get out," Vergil interrupted before Dante could answer. All eyes looked at him skeptically. If Dante's stories had any truth to them, then they couldn't be left alone. Not if they wanted the office to stay in one piece.

"It'll be fine," Dante quietly stated. Everyone nodded their heads and began to leave the office, leaving the twin sons of Sparda alone.

"You're alive," Dante spat bitterly. "How?"

"Because of Yamato," Vergil calmly replied. He would not loose his temper just because his little brother was upset.

"I sure as hell don't get why though," Dante stated calmly, not really sensing the usual hostility that Vergil had.

"Apparently," Verge started. "Whenever the Sparda and Yamato are near each other, they give off a powerful energy that begins to collect inside the amulets."

"Okay," he replied, grabbing a beer from the fridge and sitting back down at his desk.

"When the amulets can no longer hold the energy, it bursts, dissolving the power. However, if you were to bring Rebellion into the equation, then the energy that bursts from the amulet and solidifies into a solid being, creating a rebirth for the owner of the sword without a master. And since Yamato was with me, its master, then it brought me back." He took a deep breath and opened his eyes looking at Dante who was gaping at him.

"So basically, I revived you?" Dante replied with a mild amusement. 'At least he's showing more intelligence and thinking things through rather than being hastey about the situation,' Vergil thought to himself. "Pretty much," Vergil continued. "As long as your alive to use Rebellion, then Yamato will continue to keep me alive. However, I have learned that I cannot wield Yamato and do not possess any of my demonic powers."

He slipped off the trench coat revealing an assortment of wounds. There were bandages on his right forearm, which stretched up all the way up to the muscle on his upper arm, and his left shoulder was wrapped. His left hand, the one he used to hold Yamato, was wrapped with blood starting to seep through on his palm; in fact, all the wounds were beginning to bleed through the wrappings of the bandages.

Dante also began to notice how disheveled his twin looked, not really noticing it before due to the sleep deprived eyes. The ascot that he wore was nowhere to be found on his physical person, revealing his adam's apple and collarbone. He also noticed the fact that his hair, which was usually feathered back, was down and undone. His eyes no longer held the icy fortress that gave his eyes the cold look they once held due to the long and hard road he traveled.

"So you've got no regenerative powers?" Dante gaped.

"Unfortunately, no," Vergil replied using his cold voice.

"So you can't beat me up?" Dante asked, his voice revealing the joy that matched his smile.

"No." Vergil scowled at the thought.

"And you can't use any devil arms either?"

"No Dante."

"And you can't punch a hole into a stone wall?"

"I have no clue where that came from but no. I have no super human strength."

"Which means that…"

"Dante, enough." Vergil quickly inserted but to no avail. His brother would say it and then burst into a laughter that both taunted and mocked him greatly.

"You can't use Yamato! Oh my God!" Dante exclaimed, throwing the beer in the air as he fell back in his seat laughing so hard that his face was the color of his coat. 'He said it.' Vergil thought. 'Damnit!'

"This is just great! So I don't have to worry about ever getting my ass handed to me anymore? For like, the rest of my life? This is too sweet," taunted Dante. Vergil furrowed his brow, "Dante, this is no laughing matter. It's not a joke!" He lunged at Dante only to have a black pistol aimed at his head.

"You're right," Dante replied darkly. "You're fucking right. That kid, Nero, isn't enough of a challenge to fight at full strength. Before he showed up, random fights with Trish and Lady kept me minorly entertained. Add to the fact that while Patty was staying here, I had to make sure she never saw me do any of my work because I didn't want her to be scarred for life in the mind. So pretty much speaking, I've been on the shit end of the stick in life when it comes to finding a worthy opponent. After you died, I've been sooo bored and irritated that I started to take random jobs just because I wanted a good fight. So do me a favor and don't give me any crap."

Vergil stared at his little brother in utter disbelief. Dante was admitting that he was the only worth while opponent that he had and by the sounds of it he still was. 'I'm glad to hear this Dante. You and I share the same sentiments about worthy opponents.' Vergil thought to himself.

"So," Dante began, withdrawing his pistol. "How do we get your powers back? I take it that's why you're here." 'At least he gets the point of my presence before him.' Vergil thought.

"Tell me, how does this job require every single person that I've met in a job and bystanders to complete this new job?" He went to pick up the can of beer on the floor.

"It requires the re-forging of the amulets. Since you're using the ones we had to keep Trish alive, we have to enter father's realm to forge a new amulet out of both our blood and a member of father's clan," Vergil replied smoothly.

"Great," Dante sarcastically responded. "Another trip to the damn demonic realm? This is perfect." He threw the can into the trash.

"I'm sorry," he responded, bowing slightly.

"So? What's the pay for this?"

"Not a dime," Morrison injected. Everyone stood at the door staring at the twins.

"WHAT!?" Dante shouted fiercely. "No payment, no service. I've got a business and a reputation to up hold here."

"You have to son of Sparda," Matier added. "Right now, you may be physical twins but only one of you is a half devil with your father's blood." Dante stared at Matier in complete disbelief. 'So basically, I'm the old man's only kid? We have the same mother but the old man's blood courses through mine alone? What the hell kinda crap is that? Oh well.'

"Dante please," Lady stepped forward. "I might not like your brother and you're a pain in the ass as it is but right now, for the first time since I met you guys, he actually needs you. And you never know, the large gap in your twisted relationship might actually close."

"Whatever," Dante replied bitterly, even though it was feigned. 'I know that in the end, he only cares about himself. He's never once showed that he either cares or needed me, not since mom died. I know that he'll go back to his old ways as soon as he gets his powers back. I'd rather leave him human and completely harmless than help him get the demonic energy that is rightfully his.'

"Please," Vergil quietly whispered.

"Wha-" Everyone turned to look at him in utter shock. Vergil was being polite and actually using his manners?

"Please, help me," Vergil calmly whispered. "I know I haven't been the best brother but please help me. I take pride in being one of the only children Sparda ever gave birth to. I am a son of Sparda but without his blood, I am just an ordinary human; just Eva's son."

The group stood silent waiting for Dante to respond. 'Please let him be okay with that. I don't think I can reduce myself to begging for his help. He is younger and I do have my pride too.' Vergil thought.

"I'll…" Dante began. "Do it." Vergil looked up, "What?" Dante looked his brother in the eyes firm in his words, "I won't repeat myself Verge. So let's get going," he stated walking towards the door.

'Thank you, Dante.'

' I know you've changed Vergil. I can feel it. So I believe in you.'