Chapter 1: The Devils' Dalliance

"Your attitude really friggin pisses me off, ya know!", a girl with a noticeably revealing outfit and a single strand of red hair amidst an ocean of black strands shouted at her adversary. She had quite the attractive figure, and a face to match. She appeared to be in her late teens.

"I don't want to hear that from a loudmouth stripper with an exposure fetish", a rather strapping young man with uncanny white hair replied back confidently. He was tall, and matched the girl's attractiveness tic-for-tac it seemed. He also appeared to be in his late teens, though maybe just a year or two older than the female teen.

The two youths had been at this for a little over 2 hours, owing the longevity of this quarrel to their rather… unique circumstances. The girl wielded a blade in the form of a giant half of a red scissor. The boy wielded a sword with an unusual hilt and sharp edge. The two crossed weapons, dancing the deadliest waltz one could imagine. The boy appeared to have the upper-hand, though his expression certainly didn't show it.

"Look babe, why don't we call it quits? You're not on my hit-list, and I'll admit, you're pretty smokin', so draw and a handshake?"

"NO FREAKING WAY, you perverted bastard!", the girl roared back. "I don't let guys who feel me up sleaze their way out of an ass whooping, thank you very much!"

"Name's Dante, not that you seem to care much though", the now named Dante retorted. "Look, I already told you it was an accident. This country is cursed. Men fall all over the nearest hot babe and somehow their hands wind up on their honkers! You could be falling backwards with your hands held in front of you and still grope the nearest tit!"

"That's the biggest load o' crap I've ever heard!", the female, who was red hot by now, yelled back. Suddenly, a voice came from her clothing. "Ryuko, you're getting too flustered. Your blood is beginning to feel much less warm and stable".

"Sorry Senketsu", Ryuko whispered back. "It's just that this guy really knows how to push my buttons. I haven't had to deal with someone this annoying since…", she paused, clearly reliving some bad memories, then continued. "Since that pink bitch Nui", she finished. Unbeknownst to her, Dante had actually heard her near silent conversation.

"So, your name's Ryuko, and that sailor uniform talks? Kickass, hey Sengetsu or whatever, could you teach my trench coat how to do that?", he replied, stunning both Ryuko and her living garment. Dante, having realized that he'd blown his cover like a jackass, simply turned tail and ran. Ryuko, now more curious than wrathful, chased after him, racing through the various slums that were all too familiar to her.

-Same Time, Halls Of Honnouji Academy-

Two individuals with similar physical characteristics, clothing, and weapons to the earlier two were locked in combat… but theirs was more calculated. Not a word was said as the two glared fiercely at each other's stances, only thoughts were echoed in their heads as they planned their next move.

The male of the two, who's only difference to Dante was his blue trench coat(as opposed to Dante's red), choice of weapon (a sheathed katana), and demeanor, quietly took in his opponent's composure. Speaking in a dignified tone, he retreated into his thoughts. "She is no ordinary swordsman… that's for sure. Her stance is impeccable, as well as her raw power, yet she appears to be only human. Her choice of apparel isn't very tasteful, but she doesn't seem like the type to be phased by the attention it warrants her. This should be fun."

The woman, who bore the same revealing outfit as Ryuko only with a blue and white color scheme (as opposed to Ryuko's red and black) stood silently, mirroring the man in his actions. "Up to now, he hasn't overcommitted to any move he's made. His defense doesn't have any holes in it. From what I can tell, he's a master swordsman, and possess power easily on par with mine or maybe even my mother. Heh, that's not enough to scare I, Satsuki Kiryuin, however." Pointing her ultra-sharp sword at him, she made a declaration.

"Tell me your name, swordsman. I have faced few worthy opponents in battle, and it's always nice to know the name of the person whom can measure up to me." Proudly proclaiming her name, she waited for the male figure to declare his. Her answer came in the form of a vortex or slashes that seemed to distort the space around it. Realizing the harm before the distortion could inflict damage, she swiftly dodged to the left, although she suffered a minor scrape.

"Hmph, I'm impressed you can dodge that. Very well then, I shall tell you my name. I am Vergil", he said in a stoic manner. Satsuki was ready to attack, but Vergil relaxed his posture and retired his stance. Seeing the hint of bewilderment on the Kiryuin's face, he explained his reasoning behind lowering his guard.

"I can clearly see the pride you put into being a swordsman of the highest caliber. To that end, I have no desire to participate in a fight to the death. I am well aware of your prowess, and want to see how we'd match up in the future admittedly. Good day to you." With a regal air about him, Vergil turned and began to walk away. Satsuki, however, couldn't let this chance go to waste.

"Vergil-san!", she called out to him. He made a half-turn, so he was clearly listening. She continued, "I would like to converse with you in a more formal setting. Would it be a bother if you could follow me back to my office?" Vergil, shocked at the offer but not visibly showing it, came up with a retort. "Fine, so long as we make it quick" he said in his usual stoic tone. To that, Satsuki turned around and Vergil followed her through the halls. Unknown to Vergil and even Satsuki's own knowledge, however, was the slight blush she exhibited as she lead him toward what she considered her room.

Ryuko had finally caught up to Dante, and both were panting heavily. She would've cussed him out, but running 4 miles non-stop took the wind out of her (and him). She looked up and noticed the sweat glistening on his well-defined body, and, for the bleakest of moments, admired the view. Snapping back to her senses, she screamed at herself in her head.

"What the HELL Ryuko!? This guys a perv, not man-candy for you to stare at!"

While Ryuko was freaking out mentally over her sudden emotional 180, Dante too went through his own problems. Pizza was his favorite thing in the world (next to kicking ass) and he had been deprived of it for what seemed like an eternity (it was only 3 and half hours in actuality). He had wasted all this time fighting and then running from a half-naked hotty with a temper. "… Shit, I'm slowly turning into Vergil", he thought. Because of the rare occasion of him getting lost in his thoughts, he came back to reality to find himself in a death grip, issued out by a petit hand.

"You have a lot of questions to answer, jackass", Ryuko said, painting in-between. Dante, too tired to snark back, gave in. She dragged him to her current home, and threw him onto the floor of her room and handcuffed themselves. She thought it was a good idea at first, that way he couldn't sneak out under her nose. The reality of the situation soon hit her as hard as that boxer did when she first showed up to Honnouji.

"… Wait. I'm handcuffed, to a guy, in my room." After a few seconds of blank staring, could only think of the massive amounts of fail that this one decision entitled her to. Dante, ever the optimist, simply said, "Well, at least she's hot and likes red."