Hey There everyone!!!! This story is dedicated to a special friend of mine, who gave me this idea!!! Ah, cant wait for St. Patrick's Day….
^_^ Enjoy!
Chapter 1 – Wearing Green
"Remind me brother why I'm doing this," Vergil grumbled, his arms held out by his sides so he looked like a T.
"Because it's a good idea," Dante replied.
"Colouring me green is a good idea?" Vergil retorted, grinding his teeth together.
"Of course it is!! St. Patrick's day is coming up!" Dante grabbed the paint roller.
Vergil gulped, looking at the bright green substance that his fool of a brother was going to paint him in.
"We're demons Dante. Celebrating the day of a Saint is unnatural," Vergil grimaced as Dante started to paint his arms.
Vergil was only wearing a pair of black boxers, meaning that he would get a line between his real skin colour and the colour that would make him look like the slim version of Shrek.
"So? Everything that happens around us is unnatural," Dante replied, a smile appearing on his face.
"…I can't argue with you Dante," Vergil replied.
"Hah, I win again," Dante grinned, continuing to paint his brother.
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Upstairs, Nero decided to wake up. He started his new regime of waking up at 10, and not training till after 7. He knew he sounded slacky, but he couldn't be bothered moving anymore since there were no jobs coming in.
He rolled off the bed, landing smack on his face. "Ow…" he mumbled to himself, and then got up.
It sounded incredibly silent downstairs, so Nero pulled on a pair on jeans and walked down.
Where he found Dante painting something green.
It took a moment for Nero to realise that it was Vergil.
"Old man? What the hell are you doing?" Nero asked.
Dante looked up and waved. "Hey Kid, how's my work?" he pointed to Vergil.
From the neck up, Vergil looked okay, but from the neck down….
"Why the hell is he green?" Nero asked, sitting on the couch.
"Well, St. Patrick's day is coming up," Dante replied, starting to paint Vergil's back.
Vergil shuddered. "Green…Stupid paint is cold too. I hate you brother. I really do."
Dante smirked. "Aw, don't be a sour puss."
"Is that pain washable?" Nero asked.
Dante stopped painting for a moment, while Vergil's eyes widened.
"You mean…?" Vergil looked at Dante who was looking at the paint can.
Dante read it slowly, murmuring to himself: "This paint is not washable, and should only be used for painting rooms or houses."
Vergil opened his mouth like he was going to scream, but no sound came out.
Nero burst into laughter. "Not washable? How long has the paint been on there?" he asked.
Dante thought to himself. "A good half an hour," he turned to look at Vergil, who wasn't there.
"Where did Verge go?" Dante asked.
As if to answer their question, the shower tap from upstairs turned on.
"I HATE YOU DANTE!!! READ THE FRICKING LABEL FIRST!!!! FRICK!!! IT WONT COME OFF!!!!!!" Vergil yelled.
Dante and Nero looked at each other, and then burst into laughter.