Wolfe: Hello~~~ ladies and gentlemen! I have come with the next installment of "The Situation Room"! I'm in a good mood today, can't ya' tell? XD

Disclaimer: I don't own it!

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25- Rubber-bands

Dante smiled, wildly and happily. Oh Lady couldn't have picked a worse kind of office supplies to leave out in the open. A huge ball of rubber-bands, a foot in diameter with bands of all sizes and widths. Perfect for snapping any poor sap who came within five feet of the devil hunter for the next week or so.

He smiled as he grabbed the ball and hopped up the stairs. He slammed the door of his, now shared with Vergil, room and thanked whoever was upstairs that his twin wasn't there. He grabbed a few off the edge of the ball and stashed the rest away under his clothes in his closet. No-one would ever dare look in his closet. None of them had a death wish.

He crept down the stairs and crept over the foyer softly, looking for his first victims. And there they were! Now normally he couldn't dare take two on at once but the opportunity was too great to pass up. Right there, in the sunroom and facing in the opposite direction as him was Kyrie and Vergil, reading and in their own little world.

Jackpot!

26- Hot Chocolate

Lady would never understand how Nero could drink that stuff in the morning. Always, that was the first thing he did was make a pot of boiling water and find one of the biggest mugs they had in the cupboards and would grab the mix out of the drawer. But that was not the only thing that he felt compelled to have. He would reach into the fridge and grab out the bag of marshmallows and the bottle of strawberry syrup.

The first week he had done this everyone had tried to ignore it, continuing on with their tea and coffee. But after he had continued to do this for over a month, they couldn't really help but notice that he was a lot calmer after two or three mugs. No one knew why, but they weren't complaining. It was a lot quieter when he wasn't yelling at Dante every ten minutes.

But Dante was getting bored. The kid was too mellow a lot of the time and didn't take the bait that much anymore. It was like when you neutered a tom cat, for lack of a better saying. So everyone was not surprised, but a little apprehensive when the mix from the drawer disappeared and the store was mysteriously "sold out".

They just hoped Dante knew a really good doctor or that his demonic healing covered hot chocolate deprived half-demons.

27- Nightmares

Nightmares. Usually not a word one would assimilate with a Son of Sparda. But nothing they did could really fall under the category of "Usually". Ever since his arrival home almost a year ago, and he had begun sleeping full nights, Vergil Sparda had been plagued with nightmares most horrible. But Vergil would never tell anyone, not on his life.

But Dante knew.

Kinda hard not to when shared a room. And a mindspace, so to speak. Several times he'd been thrown out of a wonderful dream by panicked cries that were bordering on hysteric and other times he would be shocked awake by the heat of another body pressed up against his back, wet tears soaking his shoulder. But he feared humiliating his brother or angering him, so he continued to pretend he was asleep.

But even now, months after they started, the nightmares were not letting up in the least and both twins were losing tremendous amounts of sleep. There had to be a way for him to calm his brother without making him feel too bad. Vergil was suffering, ever so greatly.

And Dante knew. But he could do nothing for his brother.

28- Misconceptions

Knock knock knock. Knock knock knock. All the men watched as the ladies in the office, Lady, Trish and Kyrie shared a smile and Trish stood to open the door, allowing entrance to a tall man. He was muscular and tan, standing a towering 6' 5" with spiky, swept back black hair and smiling teeth. But what caught the other men's eyes were the slitted blue eyes and slightly pointed teeth.

"You ladies called for an in-house special?" He said, voice a thrumming baritone. They watched as the ladies smiled and showed the man to the sunroom, their sensitive hearing picking up the click as the lock slid shut. "Now who do you think that could be?" Dante drawled, staring at his two companions. Nero appeared only vaguely interested as he tapped his pencil distractedly against the table and Vergil could have cared less as he flipped through the pages of his National Geographic magazine.

For over an hour, while the other two were occupied, Dante was treated to the sound of laughter and pleased sighing as the man worked whatever magic he was doing. A full two and a half hours later, all of them left the room, the girls waving out the door as they heard him shout one last thing over his shoulder. "Same time next week, ladies?" He was greeted with cheers from all of the girls.

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Wolfe: Who could the mysterious man be? Hmmmm, you shall just have to wait and see. Review and find out!!