Drabble Might Count

Coffee had been the final drink – or at least the second final – I had at dinner, and now I'm inspired to type up.

Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry 3 and/or its characters. I have not played the first two games either. I also don't own the song 'Beautiful Girl' by Sean Kingston. Really.


Randomness Three: Superstition of Psychotic Twins

Brown and balding Mr. Austin, the class's General Science teacher, loved picking on short and spiky-haired Darren, unwary, tall and talkative Alan or cavalier Dante. "I always prefer the big ones," he once declared. "The bigger they are, the harder they fall."

As old as he is, he did not mind staring at the young ladies of the school, but would not grope like rumors have declared. He could 'touch' them hard with his one-foot-long wooden ruler as punishment, aimed on their legs most of the time since he has an image to keep up, as do everyone else. However, neither did he mind talking about the relationships of some of the boys in class and blaming their mediocre results on their obsession with their infatuated partner, for example Alan and a girl named Mandy who was a year younger than he is.
Worse for the writer, Mr. Don Austin had found out about Nay's interest in a certain Lord of the Class, Ethan.

The mentioned person himself could wonder why Nay's style had evolved into his over the years. There was also once when Kong had thought she was Ethan at first glance, entering a dark classroom, the only difference being that she wore trousers instead of shorts.
Enough of past dealings; now comes the present.

Curiously Ethan glanced at the candy-bringer of the class sometimes. His bored eyes shifted to the direction of the twins, who – to Vergil's displeasure – sat next to each other. The elder is sandwiched between nerdy and stupid on either side. The younger has been placed at the very front and middle column of the class for teachers to keep a very close eye on. From time to time he observed Nay and how much more like Vergil she behaved. Well, that would only apply to the duration length of the class, because on the field, she once banged heads with Dante.

Taking advantage of this free period, since their Art teacher is absent, Ethan went to Darren's seat and woke him up. "What?" asked Darren, who had been sleeping blissfully since ten minutes ago.
"Do you believe that twins have the power of telepathy?"
"Huh?" Darren wiped away the dust of sleep from his eyes.
"I know it's probably superstition, but we're in the same class as them right now, so what do you think?"
"Suit yourself," Darren replied, going back on the road to Dreamland.
Ethan swore mentally. He needed a partner in this to find out the truth. He would consider telepathy genuine if those who performed it are at a significant distance from each other.

Knowing the girls at the back of the class are as comfortable with Dante as they are with him, he asked for their help in this matter and they agreed. Dante is a fun person to know and it would be like a spark in the dullness of school life if this fact is indeed true. In any case, if the twins do have some telepathic connection with each other, knowing Dante more would get them to know Vergil more unless the latter forbids Dante from giving out his secrets.

Nay had always sat with her literal next-door neighbors during morning breaks at the cafeteria. Though they hardly talk to each other, they seem to acknowledge each other's need for solitude, except of course Dante, who always brings up a subject to talk about or scurries from table to table to talk to various students who acquainted with him after he had his fill.

Ethan gave the girls on the other side of the cafeteria the signal when Dante came to their table. This is his chance to talk to Vergil. He sat at the place once occupied by Dante. The spiky-haired twin glanced at him with narrowed eyes and surprised brows. Nay only stared from her idol to the silvery-haired teenager.
"So Vergil, being twins with Dante…" Ethan began, licking his lips. He was not used to talking to someone so formidable.
"Is a pain," Vergil replied, sipping tea from his flask.
"Oh. Well, does this mean you also have some sort of telepathic connection with each other?" Ethan asked.
Vergil looked up at him with a deep frown. He then sighed. "Not by my choice," he responded.
"Is it true, then? If it is, can you hear what Dante's thinking now?" If curiosity could kill, Ethan would be buried more than seven feet under.
"He's thinking: 'Chen looks delicious wearing that pink lingerie down there'," Vergil answered with as much composure as he could muster in saying those words.
Nay's eyes widened slightly at his capability of saying such words.
"If I told you what he really thought, you could be sickened. Or at least I could."

"Verge's thinking: 'When the hell am I going to alphabetize those CDs?' You see, he's kind of like Jay in some ways," Dante told the group of boys and girls.
"You know, when I first heard that from you, I thought he had some strange collection of adult CDs," Audrey exclaimed.
"Him? Dirty-minded? Wait a thousand years and see if he'll still respond to what he calls a waste of a good mind."

"And because of this you two could keep no secrets from each other?" Ethan pressed on.
"At times I could block out his thoughts or his questions. It's annoying when he has 'Beautiful Girl' running through his head all day."
"Does he ever block you out?" The class monitor had gotten used to being comfortable around Vergil since this morning's encounter.
"Only when I listen in on Nay's thoughts whenever her head plays a good tune to rock out to."
Ethan straightened up in shock from his slouch. "You can read her mind?" he blurted out.
"I'm only saying this because I didn't think you'd trust me. The whole telepathy thing's a joke, seriously," Vergil explained.

While Ethan was left disappointed for the rest of the day, confusion took a trip to the class as the girls told him that Dante leaked a few secrets regarding his elder twin. Always the detail-watcher, Audrey had written down what went drifting to his head when his twin conversed mentally with his neighbor.

'Hey Nay.'
Multiple voices greeted him in unison.
'How many of you are in here?'
'The last time I counted, there were only six.'
'Only?'
'This happens to people that take on a different personality each and every day of their lives. It's like a multitude of personalities crammed into one head while you twins are like a Betel nut cut into halves.'
'We do not share one same mind.'

The rest of the conversation is blurred as another heavy song entered the solitary tomboy's mind.

This much did not convince the class monitor enough to believe that telepathy between the twins had been for real. Principle of Accountancy class is a bitch.
In this case, Nay could not agree more.

Diverting his attention from his notebook, Vergil looked sharply at the barely-five-feet-tall girl and the red folder underneath her pencil-case.
'Have you been writing up anything inappropriate?'
'Riot! Riot! You can't invade! Blah! Blah!'
If classmates had thought of how similar she is to him outside, they would have been sorely disappointed if they knew that at times she can really think like Dante.


Once upon their mid-year examination, however…

Alan looked over his shoulder at the girl and showed by his fingers the number of the objective question he needed answered.
Hoping that sight does not betray her, Nay linked her fingers to form an 'A'. Helping others in examinations is hard, especially if strict teachers guard the class.

'Nay, can you help your ol' buddy with Question 23?'
'Don't, Nay.'
'Why not? You didn't answer him when he asked you,' Nay stated.
'I don't tolerate the act of cheating or even helping one to.'
'But I've just let Alan have a bonus shot. You hardly scoffed at that.'
'Mind-transferred answers are more accurate, so think up some metal music by now.'
'Aww, I need to know the damned answer!' Dante screamed.
Soon Enter Sandman is heard, followed by Master of Puppets, by those who can listen in on others' thoughts.
Nay ignored it when Dante swore mentally.


I've been adding my classmates into this, I know, but drabbles are drabbles, yes?
For those who wonder what a Betel nut is, it's a sort of palm nut found in my country.
Again I translated a native proverb literally, which originally should stand for 'a good match', although I could not find one that meant 'identical' or 'split into two'.
I noticed how my number of words in a story increase. Mayhap I should decrease classmate appearance... this is a DMC fanfic, after all...

Additional Character Info
Name: Darren
Role: Class shortcake, trend follower.
General Appearance: Short spiky hair, little above five feet tall, athletic.
Personality: Annoying, lazy, changes according to time and location.