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Joe: This chapter, as the title says, is a flashback to Dante's youth. It will involve scenes with Vergil, and their attempts to make "moneys". Don't expect anything like a lemonade stand or anything like that.

Oh, and in case any of you don't know, I'll give an update on the DMC4 scene. The Dante shown at the E3 trailer will not be used. It isn't based in an icy Tundra, but from the clips shown, somewhere in an urban place. The story will be based after DMC1, and Capcom are suggesting a return from one of the female leads. If it's after DMC1, it'll most likely be Trish. Don't be surprised if it's Lady, though. Most likely not Lucia, as sales for DMC2 didn't go as expected. Capcom are also releasing a "Devil May Cry3: Special Edition," which will involve an extra boss at the end, and will allow you to play as Vergil this time. They've supposedly made a new style for him, called "Dark Slayer". It will have a "Bloody Mansion", like in DMC2, and the price they've agreed on is 20 pounds. If you live in Ireland, I've no idea how much that is in Euro. That's as much as I know on that matter.

Also, this chapter could possibly have sequels, so watch out for them in the future.


Ch.4: Flashback

Dante & Vergil (age 6)

Dante and Vergil lay on the bed, scrolling through their comics. Vergil flew through them with apparent ease, but Dante needed Vergil to help him out with the bigger words.

Suddenly Vergil let out a cry.

"Look! Look at this!" he exclaimed, pointing at the back of his current comic.

Dante lazily rolled over to Vergil and looked at the article of interest. His eyes shone when he saw what was so exciting.

Vergil was pointing at an ad for "X-Ray Specs: See the skeletons of others and look through walls!".

"Cool!" Dante exclaimed "I want one!"

Vergil glared at him.

"I found it first, I want it!"

"Nuh-uh, you 'aint gettin' it!"

"Uh-huh!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Uh-huh!"

They soon started a fight, clawing and biting at each other over who would get the specs.

Downstairs-

A shower of dust fell into Sparda's cup of tea. He looked up. The ceiling seemed to be breathing, dust falling like rain.

He sighed.

"They're fighting again, honey!" he exclaimed in a bored voice.

Eva gave a heavy sighed and picked up the broom. She walked up to the moving ceiling and bumped the broom handle against it, in a butter-churning motion.

The dust stopped falling.

Back Upstairs-

Dante and Vergil had agreed (since their fight was interrupted) that they could both get one. What was punching a hole through that plan, however, was the fact that the specs were $5 each. Dante emptied the contents of his pockets onto his bed.

"Lets see…" he said thoughtfully "two buggers, a dead moth, some dirt and a button."

Vergil shook his head.

"That's not going to buy anything."

Dante looked confused.

"Why not? I'd give some specs away for some buggers!"

Vergil shrugged his shoulders.

"They're just weird. They only seem to like moneys"

Dante's shot up excitedly.

"I know how we can get lots of moneys!" he announced "but, we'll need lot's of wood and glue…"


Many arguments and boo-boos later-

Dante and Vergil dusted their hands and looked up at their finished creation. It was basically a very large wooden box, but had room enough to fit a door and a counter. They had also managed to squeeze two chairs, some shelves, some selected items, and another small box that would be used as a cash register.

At the top, in large, blotched red paint, was: "Conveenyunt Stour" (Dante had insisted that he should paint it)

"Now, all we need is some customers," Vergil stated.

Dante nodded.

"Shouldn't take long. After all, who wouldn't want to buy our stuff?"

They had both made a search to find anything remotely interesting.

Vergil's list included:

Rocks in the shape of historic people.

Clothes that he would never wear, no matter how much Eva yelled at him.

Old toys.

Swords (which were hurriedly taken away by Sparda when he seen them)

Stationery that was lying around his side of the room.

Protective clothing for sports.

Dante's video games (which he had stolen when Dante wasn't looking)

Old videos.

Labelled glass containers of bugs that Vergil had studied, a magnifying glass came free with it.

His old glasses (Dante used to always mock him, but Vergil had mysteriously enhanced his sight with some unknown force)

Dante's list, however, consisted of:

Dirt.

Worms.

Buggers specially picked by himself.

The boys dead pet rabbit (which he had dug up after the burial)

Clippings from his last haircut.

Some mouldy old teeth.

Empty fizzy drink cans.

The neighbour's cat.

Bottles of freshly made spit.

Flowers stolen from Eva's precious rose patch.

Vergil's entire collection of William Shakespeare, Gary Larson and My First Encyclopaedias. (Dante had robbed them at the exact same moment that Vergil was stealing his games)

They waited patiently for customers , sitting down in their seats behind the counter. Vergil had chosen the best spot in the entire town. They had placed their box outside "Andy's Sweet, pet, comic and game store," anybody that visited there would notice the convenient (or conveenyunt) store placed right next to it.

As expected, customers arrived soon enough. Dante punched Vergil in the shoulder.

"I go first!" he whispered threateningly.

Vergil would normally have punched back, but he knew that if he was given the time, he would have punched Dante first.

"Welcome, to Dante's convenient store!" he exclaimed loudly.

Vergil glared at him.

"We'll talk later!" he whispered.

"Ahem…anyway, welcome to Dante's convenient store, where only the best items are sold by me, Dante!"

Vergil glared at him again, but was ignored. Dante sat down proudly, watching the customers look around interestedly. Vergil punched him hard in the stomach.

"Put my name into the title!" he hissed angrily.

"No!" Dante laughed ""Dante" is a catchy name, but "Vergil"? It sounds stupid!"

This earned him another punch in the stomach.

The once interested faces of the customers were turned to horror when they found the rotting carcass of the Fluffy the rabbit.

Horror turned into nausea when they found the worms, buggers, spit and mouldy teeth supplied. Many of them left, but Vergil quickly binned them when Dante's back was turned. Dante's burst into tears when he found that Vergil had sold all of his video games for a bargain price of 6cent. Vergil's laughter died and was replaced with tears when some nerds had bought the free encyclopaedia's that Dante had handed to them. He barely managed to snatch the rest of his books from Dante's grasp. All he had now was The Far Side Gallery 3 by Gary Larson.

Soon, a girl walked in.

Note: No, I'm not sexist. But, as you all know, little boys either hate or are afraid of girls.

Dante gasped and hid behind the desk.

Vergil was currently cleaning a shelf.

"What?" he laughed when he seen Dante's sudden fear.

Dante whimpered and pointed towards the door.

With a shriek, Vergil dived behind the desk with his brother.

"Hewwo? Is there anywone here?" the little girl squeaked.

Dante peeked cautiously around the corner of the desk. Vergil grabbed him and snatched him back.

"Don't! We can't chance anything…don't even be afraid, I heard that they can smell fear…"

Of course, the boys weren't being very quiet during all of this. It would go against everything that they believed in to be quiet.

The little girl peeked around the corner and squeaked with laughter.

"What were you two doing back there?" she asked politely.

Dante was about to push her when Vergil caught his hand.

"Don't touch it!" he squealed.

They both immediately ran to the other side of the counter.

The girl huffed. She, like anyone else, did not like being treated like an animal and excluded from what was going on. She would make them pay, the only way a spoilt little girl knows how…

"I'm going to tell father about this, and he's bigger and stronger than you!" she pouted as she stormed out.

Even though they actually were stronger than her father, they still didn't know who they were messing with.

That girl was Ms. Fletching, daughter of multi-millionaire Eric Fletching, founder and manager of Air Fletching. The girl would have her every need tended to, all she had to make a cute face and say:

"Daddy, I want…(whatever she wanted)"

And then she would get it. She was, in simple terms, a modern day Veruca Salt.

Dante and Vergil immediately set the whole meeting aside and went back to work.


Half an Hour Later-

Three broad muscled goons walked alongside Ms. Fletcher to the big cardboard box. The Ms. Hadn't given every little detail on the matter. For example, the goons didn't know that this was the shop owned by two six year old boys. All they were told was that they had to smash it.

Dante and Vergil were counting their profits inside. They had much more than enough to buy ten specs. They had decided to continue working in their shop for the next while, they could possibly buy back their possessions that had been stolen and sold by the other.

Suddenly, a knife tore through the wall of the box. Dante jumped in fright. Vergil managed to push Dante out of the way when a knife tore through the space where he was standing a second ago.

"Abandon shop!" Vergil screamed as the two ran out, forgetting their earnings inside.

The two goons ignored the two screaming kids running out of the box as they tore it apart. They had nothing to do with their job.


Back in the Twins room-

Dante and Vergil were gasping on their beds, thanking whoever they could think of for their escape.

The twins room had an interesting feature- the line in the middle that separated a normal child's bed and toys from the junkyard with a bed on top. It was a completely straight line, Vergil's bed on the normal part, Dante's on the dump.

Dante used his pile of rubbish as a slide down onto Vergil's side of the room. He plonked himself onto Vergil's bed as Vergil sat up.

"What'll we do now?" he asked.

A smile was plastered on Vergil's face.

"I know a really good place where there's loads of moneys!" he said.

Dante's eyes lit up.

"Where?"


Ten Minutes Later-s

"I'm off for a beer, see you soon, honey!" Sparda called out as he prepared to leave the house.

He picked up his wallet and opened it. His pupils shrunk when he looked inside.

"Honey!"

"Yeah?" came the reply

"Where's all my money?"


5 to 8 weeks later-

Vergil and Dante ran down the stairs, it was early Saturday morning and the post had arrived. They weren't aware that they didn't have to empty the entire contents of Sparda's wallet into the envelope, but it didn't matter anymore.

Dante seized the large package on the ground and ran upstairs with it, Vergil following suit.

He ripped open the parcel and two specs fell out. They both seized oneand put it on.

"Verge?"

"Yeah?"

"This sucks"

"Yeah"


Well another chapter done and dusted. Yes, I know that if Gromit is reading this, he's probably furious. I know that he's the one supposed to be the one covering the twin's childhood, but I couldn't resist. I should've told him my idea and let him do it in his fic, but…sorry.

If you're wondering where I got the info on the next DMC games, don't bother asking. I don't know any special websites or suchlike, I read in a magazine.

Now's the time that the author would beg for reviews, but I'm not gonna bother. Doesn't work anyway.

Ciao.