Note/Disclaimer: Dante and Virgil don't belong to me. I'm writing this fic to see if I can actually do comedy. The first chapter isn't very funny, but any reviews will be welcome as to whether I should continue or not. I'll try to add more comedy to later chapters. Enjoy.
"So, what game have you been trying to get me to play?" Aris asked his "little" sister, Rona, as they stood in front of her apartment door. They had just returned from eating at a local restaurant in the small town named Castle Dale.
"Devil May Cry 3. Want to try it?" She smiled as she watched her brother pretend to be thinking about it.
"I guess." He answered in an overly exaggerated depressed voice. "And you still need to tell me why your bed room is the smallest room in the apartment."
"The other has my swords." She hastily replied.
Rona, named after the woman on the moon (Note: In New Zealand, there is a myth of a woman being blown onto the moon with two water pails and a tree.), had just moved into her apartment a month before. She had grown tired of depending on her brother and moved out as soon as she could.
Several people had told her she looked like her brother. She had neglected to tell them he was her twin. He always called her his little sister because she was a foot shorter than he and he was born first. They had the same dark, curly hair, the same medium tanned skin. Their eyes, which were both black pools when they were born, were as different as night and day. Rona's eyes were golden-brown where as Aris kept the dark eyes from birth.
They walked into Rona's room. The walls were covered with video game posters and any art she could get off the Internet. Most of these pictures were of different locations, and characters, in Vagrant Story and the twins from Devil May Cry. Rona would often joke around with her brother and say they were the human versions of Dante and Virgil. Of course this wasn't true. Rona and Aris were too much a like to be compared to the two half demon twins.
Rona's bed was close enough to act as a chair for her desk, which held her TV, computer and game systems. Her dresser was located at the head of her bed with several ceramics and goblets, chalices and candles. Everything looked somewhat cluttered yet neat. Aris could never figure out how this was accomplished. Then again his sister had always been a conundrum to him.
"Not much has changed." He commented with a smirk.
Rona looked back at him, her feline features twisted into a scowl.
She quickly turned on the PS2 and gave Aris the controller before lying down at the head of her bed. She watched with pried as her brother went through the first few missions with ease. She refused to mention to him that she had actually died several times on the fourth mission before finally continuing.
He suddenly paused the game and asked, "You still wish your life could be like that?"
"Like in the game?" She asked dreamily.
"Yeah." He turned to watch her over his shoulder.
"What does it matter?" She answered. "It can't happen. Dreaming for it is only going to make me depressed that life doesn't have such danger and excitement." She climbed from her bed and tried to leave her room when Aris tossed a shining object her way.
She caught it and looked at the black crystal necklace. The chain, which was fine gold, seemed to take on the translucency of the crystal.
"It's called a god's tear. Although I think this one was from a dark god. It's supposed to make the wearers dreams reality." He explained before adding, "Put it on."
"I thought you didn't believe in anything like that." Rona looked to her brother.
"I don't. But I thought you would like the necklace anyways." He answered as he rose from the bed and offered to put the necklace around his sister's neck. "It's supposed to glow red when it's granted a wish."
"It had better not wake me up in the middle of the night. I have enough of a problem with my pictures falling and hitting me. I don't need a bright light to burn my eyes." She looked up at Aris and smiled. "It's beautiful." She said softly as she hugged her brother. "I'll never take it off."
"I should be going. You have school tomorrow and I have work. Tell me if it works." Rona walked her brother to the door and playfully slapped his shoulder before he left. In return she got a gentle slap back.
It was often said that Aris and Rona were opposite from most people in that they used violence to show what kind of mood they were in. If they didn't hit each other at all they were depressed. When they were most happy, they never stopped hitting each other. This was only between the twins since everyone else in the small town shunned violence.
Rona walked back into her room and turned off her PS2 and TV. It was nine-thirty p.m. It was rare for Rona to look at her clock and see such an even time. But then it didn't really matter. The only thing that mattered to her at the moment was sleep. Her day had been somewhat hectic with helping her brother keep from purposely making a wrong turn. Instead she accidentally led him to the park. His question of whether she expected him to eat grass or not had made her snicker until she could talk him into leaving and going to the restaurant.
She was glad she had a brother who could always make her laugh. She seemed to need it more often than not. Especially after losing their parents.
They had died in a car accident when the twins were only fifteen. Now they were nineteen and the memory of the call was still too fresh in their minds. The four of them were so close that Rona had known what had happened before the police called them. She even knew what hospital they were at. And yet all she could think of was that they weren't going to make it. She and her brother wouldn't reach the hospital before their parents died. That had been on March twenty-eighth, the night before their birthday. They never thought of their birthday the same again.
With this memory held in her heart and mind, Rona lied down and closed her eyes. Her mind was full of thoughts of what she could have done to save her parents. But nothing seemed to have been a successful idea. She always saw the same outcome.
After an hour had passed, she finally fell asleep.
She dreamed about her parents first, then an odd dream of Dante and Virgil. They were at her parent's funeral, both with roses. Dante held deep red roses that were in full bloom while Virgil held bright blue rosebuds. Both of them watched her as she cried in her brother's arms, and yet they seemed to be hiding something besides their grief for her sadness.
Rona was suddenly yanked from her sleep by the sound of a crash from what she called her sword room. She unsteadily rolled out of bed and walked through the small hall, stopping at a door on her right, right next to her bedroom door. She mumbled complaints as she opened the door and switched on the light.
Her eyes, which at first burned with the light, scanned the room for any fallen swords until she found the cause with the swords. She blinked her dark golden eyes, trying to clear whatever hallucinations she might be having, and looked at the red, breathing lump on the floor. She saw that it was what appeared to be a man and wondered how he could have gotten in. She wondered what he was doing in her sword room more so.
With cautious steps she approached the man on the floor and slowly began to note his white hair and lack of a shirt beneath his bright red trench coat. She saw the brown leather strap going across his chest and was immediately reminded of a game character. She looked a little closer and saw that it was threaded through two wholes in the coat. She recognized the brown pants sloppily tucked into untied black boots. She looked to his face to see his white hair carelessly draped over his forehead and calm, relaxed face with closed eyes.
"Do you find him fascinating?" A voice asked behind her.
She quickly whipped around, her fists up, ready for attack.
The man who had spoken was a lot taller than her and closer to her brother's height. He looked almost exactly like the man on the floor. The main differences being his hair was pushed back and instead of a read trench coat, his was royal blue. His shirt seemed to be in the same style as something an aristocrat would wear with black pants and knee-high brown boots. But the most familiar feature to her was his pale blue eyes.
The first thought to enter Rona's mind also escaped her mind and out past her lips.
"How could this happen?" She whispered.
"What?" He asked. His voice was calm and steady.
"Man, why did you have to throw me into the wall? I was almost impaled, thanks to you."
Rona turned around to find the man who was once on the floor was now standing and dusting himself off.
He looked to Rona and smiled. "I'm sorry if my brother and I have ruined your weapons display." He spoke with a flirting tone. "I promise I'll fix it." He took a step towards Rona.
Instinctively, she balled her fists a little tighter and held them higher.
"She's scared, Dante." The man behind her coldly exclaimed. "She's a typical human."
Rona, not much for being called typical, turned and struck out at him. Each hit made contact with nothing but air. She unexpectedly kicked and made contact with his left side.
The man who had been called Dante by the one she was fighting, quickly pulled her back before she could receive a powerful punch to her midriff.
"Let me go!" She screamed as she struggled against his hold.
"Why don't you do as she says, Dante? She seems to be able to take care of herself." The man in front of her suggested as he prepared for another attack.
"And let you kill her? I don't think so, Virgil. She's only human." Dante answered.
"Exactly." Virgil growled.
Before long Rona fainted from realizing what was going on. The necklace had worked. It had made her greatest dream reality. Dante and Virgil were in her world. She wondered what kind of hell she would be in, now that she didn't have to dream about this happening any more. But her fainting interrupted her thought. She wasn't able to see that the crystal, which was supposed to glow red, was glowing with a black light.