Hey everyone, this drabble found its way in my head somehow when I was really bored one night. Please R & R. Just so you know, by the way, in this Fic Vergil started to work with Dante cause he came back and all that good stuff, ok? It just makes it funnier.
Disclaimer: I don't own DMC or any of its characters. Got it?
Unplugged:
Dante sat at his desk impatiently. His feet resting over one another on his desk and his hands crossed comfortably behind his head. Dante was humming something lightly as he stared intently at his phone. It had been a week without business and Dante growing restless.
He listened silently to the thick sheets of rain pounding on the exterior of Devil May Cry. Dante took a deep breath and sighed. Smiling every now and then by thinking of what he did to Vergil last week. He dyed his twin's hair pink while he was sleeping and took a picture of it. It was rather funny until Yamato found its way curiously enough into Dante's stomach.
"What the hell is wrong with people?" Dante snarled harshly, "Is there no demons out or something? Afraid of a little rain?"
Dante glowered, looking from the silent telephone to the window and back to the telephone. He glared at the telephone as it mocked him, sitting quietly over on the corner of his desk, watching him innocently.
"I'm watching you," Dante warned before stretching his hand out and poking it lightly, "Beware."
Vergil was sleeping upstairs in his room, suffering from a rather large hang over thanks to Dante. The two had gone out due to the lack of business to get any hints of demons at a local pub. Instead of gaining information the twins gained some alcohol and a rather weird night. With the lack of company all Dante could do was wait for the phone to ring, signifying anyone even knowing about his business. Dante didn't really care who it was who called. He just wanted to say his every famous line that he loves to use when answering it. He could always say it no matter what.
"Devil May Cry, Dante here."
It didn't matter if it was the pizza guy, some weirdo with the wrong number or a customer; he always got to say it…unless Vergil got to the phone first…then it was, "Devil May Cry, Vergil here."
Either way the phrase just tickled him silly with pride. Dante glared at the phone and his eye twitched. If Vergil is still sleeping then maybe…
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Vergil groaned as he slowly woke up, his head pounding and his body begging for more sleep. He turned over onto his side to get a look at his digital clock and it read 3 pm. far past the time Vergil normally woke up.
"Damn that bastard!" he muttered as he slowly raised him self from the bed and swung his legs over the side of it, holding his head in his hands, "I will get revenge for this. See how he likes getting hung over after I make him out drink that damn bartender tomorrow night!"
Vergil stood up quickly and his head swam, making him sit back down in order to make it settle. He hissed at the pain his head was dealing him and slowly tried to stand again. He made his way sluggishly to the bathroom and threw cold water into his face. After doing the daily things he always did in the morning and popping two doses Advil into his mouth and drinking some water Vergil headed down stairs. I bet Dante is still glaring at that phone…Vergil snickered at the thought.
Vergil walked down the stairs and stopped at the bottom, looking at Dante in mingled shock and pity. Dante hadn't noticed him yet as he quickly picked up a phone that hadn't rang yet and said, "Devil May Cry, Dante here," sighing in a pleased manner and hanging up the phone, "That feels better."
Vergil coughed lightly to make his presence known and he snickered at the immediate stiffness Dante took. Dante slowly looked over his shoulder and said, "How long?"
"Long enough."
Dante slowly turned away and sank slightly into his chair as Vergil turned to head up the stairs again.
"Where are you going?" Dante asked weakly.
"Upstairs, to sleep off this hang over. If you are lucky I'll just mark this as a very awkward dream."
Dante nodded and called up to Vergil, "Sweet dreams, Verge."
Vergil only responded by heading up the stairs, by the time he was half way up he called to Dante, "By the way, if you were wondering why the phone isn't ringing, I unplugged it a week ago in revenge for dieing my hair pink while I was sleeping. Good night."
Dante sat there for a second in self-pity. Looking at the cord connected to the phone, which was resting not to far away from the electrical outlet, "Cold Vergil, very cold."
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