A/N (POC): 'Cause Hali's a lazy Bum, I have to start the second chapter in a row…T_T… At least I remembered we needed to work on it.

Hali: Hey! I remembered, too, I just never did anything about it…^^'

Uh-huh…Anyway. Uh….oh, right. XD Credits to Repo. You'll see why. (And no, we don't own that either…)

Hali: And we totally got this out before New Years! Two chapters in as many months! It's a record! XD

EDIT: A reviewer has kindly pointed out that WE HAVE ACCIDENTALLY REPEATED A QUESTION FROM EPISODE 9. The jury is still out on what to do about it, so until then, we ask that you try to see this as a completely new question (which is why we're not telling you which one it is). Apologies to the person who submitted the duplicated question, and to the rest of you who notice it. Thank you for your understanding. :D

Episode 10

The shot opens to the sound of an unseen-Dante's giggling and the sight of Vergil's boots and legs as he stands on his armchair, each foot planted firmly on the respective armrests. Some indistinct rock music played in the background. And Vergil was…singing?

"I am only living out a LIE!" he belted out, prompting a fresh round of giggles from Dante.

"I am the monster

I am the villain

What perfection?

What precision?!!

Keen inscisions

I deliver

Unscathed organs

I deliver!

Repossessions

I DELIVER!

I'm the Repo

Legal assassin!"

During the course of his singing, his voice had gotten throatier and sparks started to fly as his legs began to shimmer slightly. As the last note faded away, someone clapped, presumably Dante.

"Damn, dude. That was great, but you don't have to almost DT when you do it…"

"Fuck you, Dante. It's your fault for getting me hooked." Vergil stepped off of his perch to sit properly, hands folded neatly in front of him as if he hadn't been flipping out a moment ago.

The younger twin only grinned as he came into view to sit in his own chair. "Actually, you can blame Lady. She showed it to me."

"And neither of you even like musicals, normally."

"It's not a musical," Dante sniffed. "It's a cyperpunk/goth, post-apocalyptic, horror rock opera that kicks ass."

"Well…yes…And it's songs are entirely too catchy."

"You sing them quite well, though, brother."

"Why, thank you." Vergil gave a small nod.

Dante turned towards the camera. "My brother cooks, cleans and can sing fuckin' well. While climbing on the furniture. Who'd've guessed it?"

"Wait. That thing's on?"

Dante snickered and quickly snatched up the usual sheaf of papers from next to his chair. "Moving ON! Before you kill me, let's answer some questions, kay?"

In answer, Vergil growled something incomprehensible, but stayed seated. Although his clenched fists did seem to twitch.

Dante ignored him and cleared this throat officiously. "From ProGamer Kunoichi, for me: 'What car would you like to own?'" He smiled at the camera. "Well, generally, I just drive a motorcycle, but—"

"That you don't even have a license for."

"BUT, if I could get a hold of a mad car, it'd totally be a Camaro, 'cause they're sexy as hell."

The demon hunter paused for a moment as he stared at the paper. He peered questioningly in the camera's direction. "Are you really a pro gamer? You can do that? I've gone my whole life not know you can choose that as a viable career? WHAT'S WRONG WITH THIS WORLD?!?!"

Vergil visibly winced as Dante's voice grew louder and more piercing with ever wod. "Dante, shut the hell up. You get to kill things for a living."

"…oh…right…" He settled himself back in his chair comfortably. "Okay, then. Uh, lessee…from pangpond, four questions total. First one's for me. 'In Teminigru, after Lady shot you with all of her ammo, why are you trying to kiss her in the end? Does she look really cute when she's mad?' Uh…"

The older twin instantly shot forward, glaring directly into the camera. "Look closer!" he growled dangerously. "He's a teenager with overactive testosterone! He's just trying to be macho and overbearing."

Dante could be seen over Vergil's shoulder, nodding. "Uh-huh…wait. What?"

Vergil rolled his eyes and sat in his chair again, grabbing the questions from his brother on the way. "Next question is…another from pangpond. 'How did you feel when she refused to kiss you?'" Vergil snorted. "His ego was deflated a little, but, again, it wasn't a kiss. It was a dominance issue."

The red-clad twin looked suddenly indignant. "Hey! Those were my questions!"

"Too late."

"Meanie…" Dante stuck out his bottom lip and turned away, apparently intent on ignoring his brother for the time being.

"And a third question from pangpond, for me, this time," Vergil continued. "'Do you have any special feelings for Lady? Umm…in Teminegru, you look a bit…kind to her.'" He blinked. "I was kind? Well, I guess I could sort of sympathize with her, although I was too busy worrying about Dante, the sword, that creepy guy who I refuse to talk about and everything else. But she had father issues and I've had father issues…" He shrugged. "Anyway. Last question from pangpond. 'Have you ever had a crush on some girl?'"

He thought for a moment. "I've always disdained people in general, women especially. It stems from psychological issues which I'm not going to go into. I just don't like women all that much. I've been forced to get used to Trish and Lady, though. So, to answer the question directly, no."

He handed the papers back to his brother.

Dante broke out of his pout to take them. "Thanks for finally giving me my show back."

"You're welcome," Vergil answered, expression deadpan.

Dante snorted. "Don't be a bitch. Uh, from The Black Inferno Alchemist, for Vergil. Like he hasn't answered enough already today… Anyway. 'How do you strike such fear into Dante? I've got an annoying sister at home and I'd LOVE to know how you do it. Please, before I have to pull a kitchen knife on her, tell me.'"

Vergil smirked. "Because I have pulled a kitchen knife on him. It only works, though, because of our heritage. We can stab each other to our heart's content and we'll survive. It leads to quite a healthy relationship; we don't have to hold anything in. we can let out all of our frustration and anger by fighting. That being said, I don't think it'll help you much. Sorry."

"Well, the fact that you've actually tried to kill me helps…" Dante sighed lightly.

"There is that."

Dante thought a moment before coming to a conclusion: "We're fucked up."

"Yes we are. Read the next question."

"Right. Last one from The Black Inferno Alchemist, for me. 'What's your favorite pizza topping? I know you got a downright obsession with it. So tell.'"

His expression turned serious. "Anything but olives."

"I like olives, though."

Dante sneered. "Yeah, but you like anchovies, too, so that doesn't count."

Vergil snorted. "Whatever. Well, that's all the time we have for today, so—"

"Oh, right." Dante broke out of his sudden seriousness and grinned into the camera. "We'll see you next time, then!"

A/N (POC again): Damn. I wrote this entire chapter, except for the occasional short sentence. I so deserve hugs. Any hot chicks out there? :3 I demand hugs, bitches! *evil laughter* Lovliest ladies to the back of the line, please. I'd like to have an extra special chat with you. *winkwink*

Hali: *brings the smackdown* Stop hitting on the reviewers, you idiotic bastard! Some of them are probably guys, anyway!

POC: That's good, too! Same applies to—

Hali:*more smackdown* Go drool over Repo again.

POC: Yes'm…*whispers* Seriously, people. I want numbers.