Disclaimer: I don't own devil may cry.

In his room, Dante stared longingly at the electric guitar and a thought struck him. Opening the door he yelled down the stairs. "Mum! Does the drum kit count?" He waited.

"If you have something to say, come down here and say it. I don't want you shouting up and down the stairs." Eva yelled. Dante sighed and trudged back down.

"Mum does the drum kit count?" He asked from the safe distance of the doorframe. Eva just stared.

"What do you think, Dante?" Eva asked sweetly. Dante shifted uncomfortably under his mothers gaze.

"I think it does count." He suggested.

"Then why are you asking me?" She asked innocently. Dante shrugged and went back up the stairs. A few moments of silence passed. Dante opened his bedroom door again.

"Mum!" No answer. "Does the bass count?" Still there was no answer. Dante went back downstairs.

"Mum, does the bass guitar count?"

"Yes it does. Any musical instrument you can think of counts." Eva sighed and sat on the couch, wondering what she was going to tell the neighbours. Dante saw her and ideas started to form in his head.

"Mum, if you like I could go and apologise." Eva just stared at him.

"What?" She asked disbelievingly.

"I was just thinking, they'll be wondering what happened, it's the least I could do." A look of realisation dawned on Eva's face as she caught her sons glance towards the Playstation 2.

"There's a games tournament tomorrow isn't there?" She asked slyly. Dante bit his lip.

"Um…yeah…"

"You could go and apologise. It's nice to know that one of you is trying to co-operate." Dante grinned and started to walk towards the front door. "Put a shirt on first though, Dante."

Half an hour of explanations and apologies later Dante came back to the house very tired. Eva was in the kitchen cooking dinner when Dante collapsed into a chair. He looked at her expecting her to say something but she was silent. Dante sighed.

"Mum, can I play in a games tournament tomorrow?" He asked. Eva didn't look up as she replied.

"No, I don't think so." Dante's jaw dropped.

"But…but…but…" He stammered. Eva looked at him.

"What? You thought that after doing one tiny thing for me I'm just going to go back on my threat?"

Eva smiled. "You thought wrong. I'm putting my foot down this time."

"But you said…"

"What did I say Dante? Did I say that if you apologised you could play the console again?"

"But I…"

"Case closed. Go back to your room." Defeated, Dante walked slowly up the stairs trying to look as miserable as possible. The guilt trip didn't work on Eva though. Vergil stood outside Dante's room smiling. "Go on." Dante said, as he reached the second floor.

"What do you mean?"

"I know you're going to start on me for the whole music thing." Dante sighed. Vergil's smile vanished.

"You got that right." Vergil grabbed Dante by the shirt collar and slammed him into the wall.

"I knew there was a reason why I never wear shirts." Dante moaned. "You always strangle me with it."

"Shut up Dante. This science project was important to me. The new girl in our class is competition. I'll never live it down if I can't enter this year."

"Who cares about your geeky science fair project? I have a reputation to keep up too: as our years best gamer. Thanks to you, that reputation is as good as gone." Dante glared at his twin who hissed angrily.

"Thanks to me? It was your fault, you turned up the music or have you forgotten already? Here I'll jog your memory for you." Vergil grabbed Dante by his white hair and smashed his head against the wall repeatedly, ignoring the shouts of pain. Eventually Vergil's arm got tired and he released his brother's hair, Dante sank to the floor. "Remember now?"

"Ow!" Dante moaned. Vergil kicked him savagely in the side. "What the hell!?"

"You haven't admitted it was your fault. I'm helping you remember."

"Yeah, well, I don't need your help." Dante got up rubbing his head. He turned round and slammed the bedroom door in his brother's face. In the hall Vergil smiled evilly. Dante had forgotten that he needed help with a history essay. Vergil went into his room and sat down waiting for his little to come grovelling back.

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