Is it just me or do the Sparda Twins have REALLY bad luck with women?
April 23rd
"Dante, what the hell is this?" Vergil asked holding up a pizza box with green lumps in it. Dante opened his eye a bit and replied," … last week's pizza. Why do you ask?" Vergil flung the box in the trash can with disgust and turned to his younger brother. Vergil still had NO clue why he was staying with his brother, Dante. They always had a bloodlust to fight each other to death ... but lately the feeling wasn't so strong. Why was that? He crossed his arms," Dante, I'm surprised you let such a good pizza go to waste. Let alone let it ROT in your refrigerator." Dante yawned and scratched his head. "He is NOT ignoring me." Vergil thought to himself, fist clenching. "Are you listening to me, Dante?" he asked as calmly as he could. Dante's pinky scratched the inside of his ear and he examined what was now on the tip," Yeah. Totally, bro." Vergil's eye twitched. Unbelievable! How could Dante be like this? How are they even related? Vergil was more like their father, Sparda. With his white hair sleeked back and his more serious personality. But Dante was totally opposite of their father. He was a loud mouthed, lazy, short tempered, sharp tongued, arrogant asshole. He had a debit that made Vergil wonder how he was able to survive and when ever his brother got a job he wouldn't except unless it had a "password". Vergil rubbed the bridge of his nose," Dante, you need to at least keep your fridge clean." Dante stretched," What are you, my mom?" Vergil winced a little," It's disgusting. If I'm going to be staying here I at least want the fridge to be-" "Quit your bitchin, jeez this is why I live alone. I can do whatever the hell I want and not hear anyone nag me about it." Dante interrupted as he grabbed a magazine. Vergil's teeth began to grind, he had to control himself. HOW are they related again? Vergil cleared his throat and made his way to his room. Since Dante always slept during the day , or even on the couches, Vergil stayed in his brother's unused room. He slipped behind Dante's chair, making his way to the small door. But before he opened it, he kicked his foot under the chair, making it flip. Dante seemed to be a step ahead and rolled to the side, gun in hand and shot. Vergil clicked Yamato out of its sheath and blocked the bullet.
Silence passed for a second, weapons still drawn. Suddenly, a knock broke the silence. Dante looked to the door. People usually just walked in, what's the deal? He put his gun away, stood up, and fixed the chair. Vergil sheathed Yamato, eyes never leaving door. Muffled voices could be heard on the other side. Dante leaned against the desk," Customers you think?" He glanced at his brother. " Possibly.." he replied. " DYNAMIC ENTRY!" a voice shouted and the door opened. But the door didn't just open, it broke off and flew. Hitting Dante right in the face. Sure, he could've dodged such a simple obstacle but he didn't except the damn thing to be sent flying. Vergil also reacted and placed a hand on his katana. Who on Earth could KICK the door that hard? The person he knew who would do that was Dante. " Great, Kortniee! Just fantastic! We'll have to pay for that you know!" said a voice. "Pssh. Whatevs, Tay." said another. Finally, two girls walked in. The one who seemed to be responsible for the door had shoulder length brown hair and thick rimmed glasses. She placed her hands on her hips and looked around. How could a girl wear such tight jeans and so much black in April? The other had her dark brown hair in a small ponytail and was wearing basic jeans and jacket in shades of blue. "Just like in the game and anime! Sa-weet!" the girl in black announced. The girl in blue looked around as well then spotted Vergil. Her eyes widened," Oh .. my GOD. Kort, look!" Kortniee followed her glance and her eyes widened as well. "Whoa! Vergil aren't you dead?" she asked. Vergil raised a brow. Tayler punched her arm," Kortniee! You know I hate it when you mention that! Also, it's really him! Are you really going to ask him that?" Kortniee rolled her strangely bright green eyes and shook her head," We all know Dante is way better." Tayler bared her teeth a little and smacked Kortniee upside the head," Baka neko! Vergil is better!" Kortniee rubbed her head and turned to her," Sweetheart, who is the main character in every game of Devil May Cry? Here let me think!" She put a finger to her lip and tilted her head slightly, then snapped her fingers. "Oh that's right. DANTE!" she said, throwing her head back to laugh loudly. Vergil slowly took his hand off the katana. Who are these strange girls and how did they know them? What game were they talking about? His brother finally got up and shoved the door aside, rubbing his head. "Damn. That hurt.." he grumbled standing up with a stagger. "I have a good feeling that these girls aren't customers." Vergil said, keeping his eye on the two arguing girls. Dante rolled his shoulders, "Demons you think?" He looked at Dante, " They're teenagers. I dou- … never mind." Of course demons could be teenagers. How could her be fooled? "Vergil kicked Dante's ass in the third game!" Tayler shouted, getting in Kortniee's face. "Excuse me! Who killed him in the first game? It's Vergil's fault for falling to frickin Mundus!" she shouted back, poking Tayler's stomach for each word she said."That's it, Senpai!" Tayler shrieked and tackled her. Kortniee seemed to be semi-prepared and caught her. Using Tayler's weight against her she flung her away. Tayler stumbled and knocked into Vergil. He caught and steadied her," Are you alright?" She looked up at him, her face suddenly turning red. "Y-Yeah." She whispered. Vergil pushed her away a little," Can you tell us who you are?" The girls looked at each other. "Well, I'm Tayler." She said, eyes never leaving him. 'What's with this girl?" Vergil thought as he looked to the girl in black. She flicked her brown hair over her shoulder and put a hand on her hip," I'm Kortniee." He nodded and looked to his brother. Dante looked over Kortniee and shook his head, pointing he said," Were you the one who KICKED the DOOR?" She looked at him, raising a brow. "Uh … it wasn't the milkman obviously." She answered, rolling her eyes. His eye twitched and clutched the desk. Who did this chick think she was? Vergil looked between them. How did these girls know who they were? "Excuse me, could you tell us how you know us?" Vergil asked, looking at Tayler. She scratched the back of her head," Umm… people?" He didn't believe her one bit. He doubted that Dante's odd job business was THAT popular. "Yeah. We heard about you through this guy in the next city." Kortniee nodded. "What was his name?" Dante asked, he was going to shake this girl all the information she had. If she was a demon he'd draw his gun and shoot without a second thought. "His name was … Arkham?" Kortniee said, turning to Tayler," is that right?" Tayler nodded. Dante rubbed his chin, who's Arkham? Vergil wasn't buying it. Kortniee's lips pursed in frustration, "Oh, come on! What do you think we're demons?" Silence. Kortniee sighed," Ok. Tayler isn't … I am though." Jackpot. Dante drew Ebony and shot. Tayler shrieked and Kortniee dodged it. Dante cursed and shot again then made his way at her, grabbing Rebellion on the way. Kortniee dodged the bullet by just a hair and caught Dante's sword between her hands. "Jeez, allow me to explain!" she shouted, straining against Dante's weight. "Why should we let you. Demons don't need to explain themselves.' Vergil added, now holding Tayler close, hand on Yamato. Kortniee's eyes widened, "You make a single cut on her and you're dead, you bastard!" Tayler struggled against Vergil," She's a half demon! Let her go!" "Half demon or demon, they're all the same." Dante growled and pushed more. Kortniee's feet slid back, a bead of sweat dripped down her forehead. "You're a half demon too! So the same .. goes for … YOU!" Kortniee shouted, and with that last word she kicked at Dante's feet. He saw it coming and pressed the rest of his weight on his sword as he jumped. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. Kortniee slid to the side and kicked at Dante's stomach. It hit and he dropped his sword and fell back. She grabbed Rebellion and made way towards Vergil. Vergil shoved Tayler aside and drew his katana, blocking her attack. Kortniee pressed against his blade; growling. He began to struggle against her strength, suddenly he heard a click. Ivory at Kortniee's head. "Drop the sword. NOW." Dante demanded, pressing it to her head more. Silence passed until she finally dropped Rebellion to the floor. Vergil put his katana away and stepped back. This girl wasn't normal. She was a demon, but was she truly only half? Dante ,never moving the gun from Kortniee's head, picked up Rebellion and looked at Tayler. … only she wasn't there. Suddenly something hard and wet hit him on the side, sending him flying. Vergil went to grab his sword but was also hit by the attack as well, his weapon and himself sent toward the wall. Then the whole office was filled with steam. Vergil went to move but felt something sharp was at his throat. He panicked, one of those girls had their hands on HIS sword. As the mist cleared it was Tayler who had it in hand; panting. "Damn it!" Dante yelled. Vergil looked to his brother who was now under Kortniee, his own two guns at his head. Was he drenched in water? Vergil looked at himself, he was as well. Tayler splashed water on them? No, that's impossible. The attack was way too hard to be a splash, more like a wave. But how did she get water? The bathroom door creaked beside him. Oh.
Kortniee panted," how about we talk about this like civilized people?"