Chapter Ten: Brother
(November 4th)
"Oh gravity, why can't we seem to keep it together?"
-Switchfoot
"Nelo, no. Don't you even dare," I hiss as the small kitten's pupil's dilate. I learned rather quickly that Nelo's eyes tend to grow when he's getting ready to do something bad. He dismisses me and lunges at the TV. He crashes into the screen, then flops to the floor, and eventually skitters off to my bedroom, most likely to recover from his embarrassment. "Your cat is an idiot sometimes."
"I think your stupidity rubs off on him," Vergil says cooly as he shuts the book he's reading. It closes with a loud "poof".
"Hmph," I sigh, slumping down into my seat, "I'm not even gonna waste my amazing comebacks on you. You won't understand most of them anyway."
"Typical excuse," He says.
"Do you really want to do this? Do you know who my brother is?" I feel my eye twitch. Vergil's being such a rebel lately ever since our incident on Halloween. It's not my fault someone threw an egg at him. I hope I wasn't one of those rebellious teenagers.
"Do you know who mine is?" He asks, a slight sneer appearing on his face.
"Oh yeah. I know who yours is…" I reply poking him in the chest. "He tells some lame jokes."
"…and defeated Mundus," He adds. "If I recall correctly he also saved the world a few times."
"Oh look at you doting on your brother," I says in squeaky voice. I lean closer to him and pinch his cheeks like a grandmother does to their grandchild.
Vergil slaps my hands away, "What has your brother done that makes him above my own?"
"I have two of them, both of them better than yours," I cross my arms. "Quintus has won the state spelling bee championship three years in a row. He's also won the science fair a few times. And Liam… he's the master at lying. The silver tongue devil. Your Navi to your Link. That was a bad reference. Forget that last part." Okay. So my brothers aren't that spectacular, but neither is his.
"Like I've stated before. My brother is better."
"At least mine don't try to kill me."
That earns a distasteful look from the white-haired man. He doesn't say anything response.
"You started this."
"Be quiet."
"You're a sore loser."
"I am not a sore loser. But I will not accept defeat, especially at your hands," He says, turning his attention to the television.
"Oh, it's gonna happen a lot. Get used to it," I hiss.
Aeroga: I'm sure that Vergil, deep down, actually looks up to his younger brother, or at least holds him in high regard. But of course, being Vergil, he won't openly admit it. Anyway, this is the end of this weeks updates. I'll probably post four or five of them next week.
Next Chapter: Vergil and Florence make a wish.