Summary: Dante gets bored and decides to draw his brother.

Chapter One

Dante lay on his bed staring up at his brother. He was annoyed and shocked. He had no idea his twin could be so mean. Well, he did know his twin was mean but not really, really mean. He just wanted to play with his brother. But every time Dante made a sound out of his mouth he was told to shut up. Dante tried once again to get his twin's attention.

"Ver…" Dante was cut off.

"Shut up, Dante," Vergil said as Dante groaned. "Stop making noises!"

Dante got up from his laying position and sat crossed legged with his arms over his chest. He frowned at his twin and sent a glare at him.

"Nerd…" Dante muttered under his breath.

"Hush, Dante!" Vergil shouted.

Dante sighed and picked up his sketchbook for his art class. It was practically empty expect for a few pages that was used for notes during class. Dante dug through his backpack and took out his pencil and an eraser. He was going to draw Vergil. He never attempted at drawing a person before but he was bored.

Dante went back to his laying position and ran his pencil over the paper. He looked up at Vergil from time to time but then back at his paper. Seconds, minutes, and hours went by and Dante was still drawing Vergil. From downstairs Dante heard the chime of the cuckoo clock signaling midnight. He yawned and rubbed his eyes. It was late and Vergil was still awake typing away. Dante closed his eyes and his pencil fell out of his fingers.

"Goodnight Vergil," Dante muttered as he fell into slumber.

Vergil ran frustrated fingers though his hair as he clicked the print button. He was tried and pissed that he had to stay up so late into the night just for school. As the printer printed his essay he turned around in his spinney chair to find the most adorable site.

"Dante?" Vergil said quietly as he walked over to his twin.

Dante was under the covers fast asleep with his sketchbook lying open to his side. The older twin sat down at the edge of the bed and picked up the sketchbook. An amused smile spread across Vergil's lips as he stared down at the drawing. It was of himself, seat at his desk typing his essay. He did wonder, while he was typing, why Dante became so quiet. And now he knew the answer. Dante was busy drawing a picture of him.

"No wonder you were so quiet. Been busy drawing me," Vergil said as he stroked Dante's cheek.

Dante's eyes fluttered opened and he stared up at his twin.

"Do you like my drawing?" Dante asked with a sleepy voice.

"It's beautiful. I didn't know you could draw so well," Vergil said

"I didn't know either…" Dante's said as he closed his eyes.

"Go back to sleep, dear brother," Vergil said as he kissed Dante on the forehead.

"What do you think?"