"Why do you keep sighing?" Vergil asked him from across the spot they'd been for... a while. Ever since they'd cut the Qliphoth's roots and severed the demon and human worlds, Dante and his brother had been going at it like old times. Well, almost. They weren't trying to kill each other anymore. It was more like... play fighting but kind of taken seriously. It reminded Dante of better days when they were kids. So, he guessed it was like old, old times then.

Nice as it was to hang out with Vergil, though, Dante couldn't help but miss some stuff. "You were down here for a while, right?"

His brother looked at him for a second than at the underworld around them. "Yes," He answered slowly. "Yes, I was."

"Okay, so... What'd you do for food?"

Vergil looked back at him, slightly irritated. "That's what's bothering you? Food? We don't need to eat, as you well know."

"Doesn't make it any less tasty when you chow down on some good grub," He just stared. "What? You're seriously gonna tell me you wouldn't kill for ice cream sundae? Or pizza?!"

As expected, big brother rolled his eyes. Always trying to play it cool. Dante decided to shut up for a change and see if he had anything. He doubted it. Business was so bad up top he couldn't even pay for water or electricity. Plus he'd been punched, stabbed, thrown off a giant ass tree and a million other things in the last month alone. The odds of having something in his pockets was one in a million...

Which is why it took his brain a while to start working when he did find something. Slowly, he pulled whatever it was out and stared at the big white letters saying "Hershey's Milk Chocolate."

It was beaten to hell, a little melted and from what he could see, a day away from its expiration date and probably tasted like crap. Dante didn't give a damn. Grinning, he started unwrapping it when his reflexes kicked in. Instinctively, he leaped away from a sword swipe meant to cut his hand and make him drop the candy.

"What the hell is your problem?" Dante shouted, summoning his new sword back.

Vergil starred daggers at him, tightening his fingers around Yamato. "Give that to me."

Dante's brain stopped working again for a second. When it did, he laughed long and hard enough for his ass to literally fall off. "Oh, brother!" He barked another laugh, keeping himself sharp for when Vergil would inevitably come for him. "Look at you! Mister I don't eat little human food, comin' after me for cheap candy!"

Vergil managed to scowl harder than usual. "I won't repeat myself."

Dante just smirked, slipping the chocolate back in his pocket. "If you want it, you'll have to take it."

6 Hours Later

With a loud crash, Dante collapsed on the ground. His new demon form lasted a few seconds longer before leaving regular old him lying in a crater, trying to catch his breath. He had to give Vergil props: he fought damn hard. Probably the hardest since they'd gotten down there.

Hell, there was even a few times Dante was worried they'd gone back to bad, old times but Vergil trying to snatch a candy bar out of his pocket was proof enough they were still okay. Well, okay was a subjective term. Dante felt pretty damn beaten up this time and Vergil got the candy after all.

Oh well, guess I'll just have to make do with sweet memories of anchovy-

Something hit him in the chest. It was really light, no bigger than a pebble. Patting down his chest, Dante grabbed it and found it was half of a candy bar. This made his brain stop working for the third time.

"Well?" Vergil said, walking up to his right side, just barely on his feet. "If you're not going to eat it, then I will."

Dante blinked a few times then smiled. "And miss a sweet meal like this? Not on your life."

Hope you guys enjoyed the fic and Devil May Cry 5 both! Also, I would like to thank my editor, Kagari, for fixing up any grammatical & spelling mistakes.