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Chapter 2

Of Red and Blue

It was a damp morning that day. The dew on the grass still plentiful, and the morning sun was only beginning to rise. This time of day was exactly the time when the older twin usually woke up.

Vergil sat upright on the bed, staring at his soundly sleeping brother. Will I really entrust my reputation... to him?

He let out a deep sigh. It's less than 24 hours, and this will never happen again, anyway. He walked to the cabinet, took out his royal blue towel, and then walked to the opposite side of the hallway where the bathroom was. After closing the bathroom door, he stood in front of the mirror and looked at his reflection. His hair was messed up, similar to Dante's everyday look. Sure, no one would notice the difference, and he could even tell everyone that his voice is a little bit lower than normal since he's been having a violent nasal allergy. The fact that he looked exactly like Dante annoyed him, but it also amused him a bit. Tell them you just had fever that's why you're not moving... as vigorously as normal. With that thought, he started getting ready for the day.

Dante yawned. He had a good sleep, knowing that he'd have the highest grade in his life so effortlessly. As he sat upright, his older twin entered the room.

"What the hell is that?" Dante looked at Vergil as if his brother had done injustice to him, with a finger pointing straight at the older twin. Vergil analyzed where the finger was supposedly pointing at. After minutes of silence, he assured himself that it was pointing straight at his chest.

"There is nothing on my chest, brother." Vergil raised an eyebrow to show Dante that he still did not understand the gesture.

"What's wrong with you, I thought we had a deal last night?" Dante, who had stopped pointing at Vergil's clothes, looked at his older brother with a fierce glare.

"Well... You don't possibly believe that I'd clothe myself in your fashion." As Vergil spoke, he grabbed the nearest piece of clothing Dante owned, which was a rugged red jacket.

"WELL, the Dante does not wear formal light blue polo shirts with navy blue blazers over them, slacks, and shiny black leather shoes to school! Though I'd give you credit for the hair, bro, you got it perfect." Dante gave his brother a mocking smirk.

"Perfect..? I've done nothing to my hair ever since I woke up."

"Yeah, well, let me pick you something more decent, my style." Dante stood up and began scanning his wardrobe for "better" clothes.

"If I'm the one wearing it, it had better be decent." Vergil stood behind Dante and looked at the unkempt part of the cabinet. Just looking at it made the side of his mouth curl into a frown.

After a short while, the twins finally agreed upon a set of clothing. Vergil's clothes were simple, just a red leather jacket over a stylish shirt, denim pants, and black boots. None of the two can ever resist boots.

"Happy now? And comb your hair, I like it better when it's straighter." Dante tossed a small comb to Vergil, and then walked to the bathroom to get himself ready. Vergil stared at the comb, and looked at his reflection in the full-body mirror. These pesky 'bangs' irritate my eyes.

Dante was spending such a long time in the bathroom. Vergil struggled to keep himself in-character whenever he was asked something by either of his parents. Eva would occasionally ask him something like "What would you like for breakfast, dear?" or "Apple or Mango juice?". Finally, his patience ran out and he marched to the bathroom, violently knocking on the door.

"Dante, do you know what time it is already?" Vergil put his ear close to the door.

"Uhh... Wait just a sec."

The door suddenly opened and Vergil stumbled in. The only thing covering Dante's body was the red towel wrapped around his waist. But the sight that bothered Vergil wasn't that, it was Dante's hair.

"I kinda... got some parts messed up. How the hell do you use this thing?" Dante showed Vergil a small bottle that said "Hair Spray" all around it.

"What have you been using, or should I say, doing?" Vergil gave him that oh so familiar questioning look.

"I held my hair up, and sprayed this thing all over it. I've been doing it again and again, and as you can see, I still look like a maniac." The image Dante saw on the mirror made him flinch.

"Wash your hair. Before we waste any more of our precious time, you'd better wear something, my style." This time, it was Vergil's turn to give Dante a mocking smirk.

Before Dante could even say something about his fashion preferences, there was already a set of clothing lying neatly on his bed. A light blue polo, a black vest, black slacks, and brown boots.

"Can I wear that little black thing unbuttoned?" Dante said, looking at the sophisticated pieces of clothing through wet bangs. Vergil gave him a death glare that clearly said "You can't."

"Alright, alright, fine. Now get outta here, I'm gonna put these on."

Dante found it difficult to accept the fact that he was wearing Vergil's clothes, but he finished in a short amount of time. After he completely dressed himself up, he went to the bathroom where Vergil was already waiting for him.

"Okay," Dante said nonchalantly. He sat on the chair that was purposefully placed in front of the mirror. "Do your stuff." His eyes were blank, his mouth slightly frowned.

"This was your idea, deal with it." Vergil grabbed the bottle of hair gel and started fixing Dante's hair. He was surprised to feel that it was as smooth and silky as his. This may be fun.

Vergil had no difficulty fixing Dante's hair, if he could do it to himself, then he can do it better to other people. After he was finished, Dante stood up and headed for the door. Vergil followed him, but he found Dante motionless, staring at the ground before the door.

"What's wrong?"

Surprisingly, Dante turned around and lifted his chin up, his face level with his brother's. He tilted his head a bit and stared at his brother, or should he say, his own face.

"Is there something on my face?" There was something about Dante's peculiar moments that didn't frustrate Vergil. Was he curious, or rather, was he fascinated?

"I feel weird" was Dante's only reply.

"You and I, no matter what we do, will look the same, yet we discover our own differences. No matter how similar we are, we are different. Now move." Vergil's smile wasn't cocky, condescending, or threatening. It was like the smile of someone smug with knowing the truth.

"I'm guessing this means I'm driving the other car?" The thought of having to drive from home to the university bothered Dante. He didn't like driving, it required patience. Nowadays, the road was filled with incompetent drivers, if not incompetent, crazy ones.

"If you don't want the chances of being found out to increase, then yes." Vergil, being the self-conscious devil he was, didn't want to show attitudes of being like Dante around his father, and he definitely did not want Dante to be like Dante, on this one and only day.

After bidding their parents goodbye, they sat in the front seats of Vergil's sedan. It was midnight blue, contrast to Dante's blood red one.

"Remember when pops planned to get us only one car?" Dante said as he ignited the engine.

"Yes. Too much conflict made him change his mind."

"What d'you think he expected? He could talk us on getting something white or black?"

"Hmph." The thought made Dante and Vergil snort out a laugh.