I was bored. Yes bored. My room had gone from being my haven to my cage. I hated it with all the loathing my soul could muster. So I now sit at my computer typing. What am I typing? That's a very good question. Ask me later when I am some what sane again.

In my quest for munchies I had searched my entire house to find nothing of interest to my stomach. Lucky my parents weren't home to catch me searching their room for any hidden snacks. So it had to settle for a very large mug of hot coco and raw top ramen since I was to lazy to cook it. Working on my DMC fanfic seemed like a good option. So I opened a new file and stared at the screen for awhile before it hit me. The one thing every author feared...Writer's Block. Oh how it burned.

I was saved or so it seemed when my bedroom door was knocked upon. I leaned back in my chair and opened the door, but before we talk of my visitor I shall tell of my room. There is very little walking space. My closet is packed for the boxes of stuff I have saved for most of my life. Yes I am a packrat. Okay I am a major packrat. There is a mattress on the floor and all my wall space oposite of it is taken up by an entertainment center, a computer desk, and a book shelve. The little wall space left was cover with video game posters, dragons, frog, Lord of the Rings and even a single Tom Cruise picture. Hey. Everyone has their guilty pleasures.

Back to my visitor.

I opened the door to look up at a tall male figure with the softest silvery white hair ever seen. My look soured. He was smirking probably up to something...

"Go away Dante." I said and slammed the door and in my almighty wisdom knew that I had managed to literally slam it in his face. I could hear him swearing quite colorfully at me from the other side of the door. Moron...I could hear a second male voice.

I was left in peice for a few moments as Dante had gone off to who-knows-where and I didn't really care.

Another knocking came. Figuring it to be Dante back again I didn't bother opening the door.

"Go away." I kept at my typing.

"I come in peace with a peace offering." It was the second male voice quite a bit more mature sounding than Dante. I opened the door.

" Peace offering?" It wouldn't happen to be a pop would it...?

The same beautiful blue eyes stared at me but with spiked hair that I asumed was softer than it looked. Long blue coat and black turtle neck gave him a more dignified look than the bare chested Dante.

He nodded and held out a Walmart bag.

My eyes narrowed with suspicion and I didn't move to take the bag waiting for him to make the next move. He did. He opened the bag and put it at an angle so I could see inside...

In a second I was out of my chair and welcoming him in with much glee. My savior was always welcome. He smirked knowing he had won me over once again with bribery. At leasthe was smarter than his brother and knew how to get into my room properly.

After downing the first soda and opening a second and grabbing a Hershey bar I turned to look at my savior.

"Vergil I think I may be in love with you." He gave a smirk as he sat down in a dignified matter on my mattress. With a sniff and a grimace he spoke to me.

"You flatter me but before you try something on me...Please clean your room. Its disgusting." I opened my mouth to argue with him but with a glance around realized that he was right. I gave a deep sigh. "Maybe tomorrow if I luck out I can either bribe or blackmail your brother into doing it for me".

He gave a laugh and began to fiddle with my gold necklace and after that other random things he found in my room.

We sat in a comfortable silence me attempting to type and him messing around with my stuff but it was not to last.

As I found out by the loud boot thuds coming towards my room. I looked over to Vergil.

"Yo toss me that half full pop bottle over there."

"He glance at the floor then up at me. "Which one?"

"No the cherry coke that's still drinkable." He grimaced. "It is. How bout the diet vanilla cherry dr. pepper? That stuff is sooooooo nasty."

He obliged me and soon the half full pop bottle was hidden in my lap under my computer desk. I was prepared.

Soon enough my door was opened, closed, and Dante was perched on my dresser across my room.

"Get out." I had no need to fake that I was annoyed with him. He just grinned and shook his head.

"Nope I am quite happy right here." He replied.

Vergil looked up at his brother with a barely hid smirk. He at least knew I was not in a mood to be messed with. "You know its rude to walk in without knocking don't you?"

Dante made to punch his brother and in that moment I found my chance. While reaching for Vergil, who was sliding away quite easily, he was unbalanced on my dresser. I took no time think about. I am of action. The next thing Dante knew he was sprawled on my floor amongst the trash and school books. My aim had been perfect. The pop bottle had hit him just above his temple. I felt better.

"Go away."

Dante glared at me from the ground. "No."

And thus the evening continued.

I was very bored. Out of inspiration and having hunger cravings. I was typing quickly but suddenly it stopped and I guess my typing time for the night ended.This isn't the most humorous thing but all well. I am currently working on the fourth chapter of Albus Iubar and will have it up soon I hope.

Love Always

Panthino