Author's note: I don't own DMC. I don't own dante or vergil, but i can keep on dreaming. This is my first fanfic, don't kill me. :-) i try my best. (BTW: I live on reviews. They are tasty)

Dante was busy cooking, wearing a pink apron labeled "kiss the cook." He was going to surprise his twin brother, just because he just had the feeling like Vergil wasn't in the best of moods. He could tell from the screaming and yelling and the breaking of the window (which he was planning on fixing sometime this afternoon)
"There!" He had the smile larger than the great wall of China as he set the food on the table.
The food of course, was the only thing he knew how to make, Macaroni and Cheese. Oh, kraft, you are a tasty food.
"Ohhh Vergil! Vergil!" Dante yelled, cupping his hands around his mouth to make his voice louder. "VERRRRGILLLLL"
Vergil swore he heard dogs start barking.
The blue devil was sitting in a chair, reading a book, a pair of eyeglasses perched at the top of his noise. He didn't exactly have the effort to look good today, he didn't shave, and didn't take the time to run his hand through his hair, combing it AND making it spikey at the same time. He was good at that. To viewers, it seemed like Vergil sweated hairgel.
Taking off the reading glasses and crushing them in his palms (i did say that he was in a bad mood, right?), Vergil stood up and put the book down, making sure to bookmark the page. "What, Dante?" His voice cut through the air like a sharp knife. "Lunch!" Dante posed and then pointed at his brother, who walked into the kitchen only moments earlier. "I made it just for you, brother"
Vergil rose an eyebrow, staring at the questionably edible food. It was steaming hot, spreading the smell of cheese and...mac through the tiny apartment they were doomed to share together. (let's just say...overly fun spring breakhorrible house arrest)
Dante was suddenly behind his brother and pushed him into a chair. "Eat up." He then proceeded to spoon feed his brother, who didn't seem to like it very much.
"GET THESE NOODLES OUT OF MY NOSE!" Vergil screamed, standing up and pushing Dante away from him. "BUT I MADE THEM FOR YOU BROTHER!" Dante screamed back, throwing the fork into the air. It proceeded to land in Vergil's hair...and STAY there.
"..." Dante stared at his brother with dots for eyes.
"...is there...a cheese covered fork...in my HAIR?" Vergil seemed as if he was breathing fire. "...if I said no, would you believe me?" Dante shrugged and then pointed to the fork. "Just comb your fingers through your hair. That's how you dry your hair, I swear. You don't need a towel to dry off, you can just use your magical powers to dry yourself, Vergy. Plus, that isn't cheese. It's mustard"
Vergil paused, trying to cool himself down. "Wait...mustard"
"Yeah, it looks better. It looks exactly how it does on the box"
"Why can't I believe you...?" Vergil glared and then sighed, combing his fingers through his hair, taking out the fork and then throwing it at Dante. "I'll be in my room"
"But that's my room too..." Dante said, taking off the 'kiss the cook' apron and setting it on the table next to the horribly cooked Mac and Cheese. Vergil just turned around and walked away, slamming the door behind him. "NEXT TIME I'LL JUST LEAVE YOU IN THE DEVIL WORLD? KAY? FINE." Dante yelled, being as casual as usual, shrugging his shoulders and then putting his hands on his hips. "I'm gonna go play some Mario Brothers. At least they love me."