Note: I wrote this fic at the beginning of the year and I just rediscovered it, so if my writing style seems immature then that's why. I have more chapters so please let me know if you want me to post them or if I should just delete the whole thing. Any comments are appreciated, even flames (Dare I say it).
Disclaimer: I don't own Devil May Cry.
"Come on Verge!" An annoying voice whined for the thirtieth time that day. "It won't take a minute…you can get back to whatever you're doing afterwards." Inside his locked bedroom, Vergil gritted his teeth. You would think that at fourteen his brother would have stopped using the whining tone that Vergil so hated.
Trying to block out the pleas at the door, Vergil returned to drawing up the plans that he needed for the science project. He had to win again this year, his pride was at stake. A new girl in class had questioned his ability. She was also currently battling him for first place in the school exam results.
Shaking thoughts of revenge from his head and trying to focus on the paper in front of him Vergil ignored Dante's yell outside that he would be sorry and picked up a calculator, if only to double check that he was right.
A blast of loud rock music caused the calculator to slip from Vergil's hand as he jumped at the noise. Picking up the calculator from the floor and slamming it down on the desk Vergil got up and unlocked the door. Heads were going to roll.
Inside his bedroom, Dante turned up the volume on his amplifier to emphasise his point and started to play several bars of what Vergil would call 'mind-numbing racket' on his electric guitar. Suddenly the door opened and his brother stood arms folded, blue eyes shooting daggers.
Dante continued to play pretending that he couldn't hear his brother's shouts. Vergil winced at the noise and the bomb-site that was the floor of Dante's bedroom. He reached across and pulled out the lead connecting the guitar to the amplifier. Dante stopped strumming and looked at his brother. "What?"
"As if you didn't know." Vergil snorted. "I can't concentrate with that noise going on." Dante shrugged and plugged the lead back in.
"Well, I'm bored so get out of my room. Wear earplugs if you don't appreciate good music." Immediately the room and most of the second floor was flooded with, admittedly good but very loud music. Vergil placed his hands over his ears and yelled at the top of his voice. Dante stopped and looked at his brother. "Sorry, did you say something?"
"If you must persist in playing what you call 'good music' turn the sound down."
"No can do, Verge. I broke the volume control just now." His insane grin drove Vergil off the edge.
"Then bloody well find something else to do!"
"Let's have a shooting competition!" Dante suggested cheerfully. Vergil howled in despair.
"NO! I told you that there is NO WAY that I'm having a shooting competition with you!" Vergil stormed back into his room and pulled the door closed with a loud bang. He sat down at the desk and breathed deeply. Calmer, Vergil reached for his pen.
Dante watched his brother retreat out of his room. When he heard the door crash shut he turned the fully functional volume control up to its maximum setting. He grinned and counted to three. "1…2…3… Let's rock!"
When Eva reached the end of their road she could faintly hear sounds of music. She looked at all the cars as they passed but none of them were playing the radio. The music seemed vaguely familiar. She stopped. "He wouldn't…"
Shopping temporarily abandoned she rushed down the street. Neighbours had come out of their houses to look at the house where the music was coming from, her house. The music was suddenly cut off.
Eva fumbled with the key in the lock, ignoring the stares and whispers of the neighbours and rushed into the house. She could hear yells from the other side of the house. "Dante get right here now!" A few minutes later an out of breath teenager skidded to a halt in front of her. A battle-crazed sibling followed but upon seeing their mother immediately dropped the katana he was holding to the ground.
"I leave you two for ten minutes, TEN MINUTES and already half the street is gathered on our drive." Dante looked round her to look out of the curtain. "What happened?" When neither twin answered Eva sighed.
"Dante, why were you playing music that loud? And Vergil, why were you chasing Dante with a sword?" Eva did a double take. "A sword! Where the hell did you get a sword!?" Vergil looked down uncomfortably. "Young man, you have some explaining to do!"
"Father gave it to me a few months ago." He murmured and Dante stared out of the window guiltily.
"Oh no! Don't tell me he gave you a sword too!" Eva cried. "Right that's it…Dante, for playing music that loud you're banned from the games console and from the electric guitar until I see fit." Vergil smirked as his brother's face fell but it was quickly wiped off as Eva turned on him.
"Vergil, for chasing your brother with a sword, you're banned from entering the science fair this year and I'm taking the lock off your bedroom door." Vergil started to protest but Eva gave him a sideways look that could probably kill demons in mid-air.
"Until you can prove that you can co-operate and deserve those privileges, they're on hold. Now go to your rooms." Dante started to walk slowly up the stairs, the very picture of misery. Vergil however gave his mother the coldest stare possible from a fourteen year old and pushed past Dante on the stairs.
He slammed the door to his bedroom shut making the foundations of the house shake. On impulse he grabbed the plans for the science fair on his desk and crushed it in a pale fist. Vergil clenched his teeth and threw the plan at the wall. It was all Dante's fault and he would be sure to make him pay dearly for it.
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