I'm back. Break's over, guys.

Chapter 14 – Might is Everything

"Nyah!" Felicia cried, as she was shoved, by an especially broody Vergil.

"Out of my way," he said, stepping over her. Felicia pouted.

"Why'd ya do that!" she asked, rubbing her sore caboose. Vergil ignored her. Felicia pouted.

"What's wrong with you?" No response.

"Hey, mister!" No response.

"Hey!"

"Hey, listen!" No response. Felicia then decided to think drastically.

She leaped on Vergil's back, generating a roar.

"Get off of me!" he shouted, clawing at his back. Felicia cried out, digging her paws in deeper. Vergil decided to slam his back into a wall, getting rid or his cat problems. Then he turned to her.

"Do not ever touch me again," he snarled, before walking into his room.

"Argh! What's wrong with you!" Felicia pouted.

Dante walked through mansion front doors, holding a pizza, and a strawberry milkshake. Aw yeah, he was bout to get down. Nothing, and he means nothing, could get him-

"NYAA!" Felicia roared, curled in her blue furball, crashing into Dante, popping his pizza and milkshake high in the. His eyes narrowed.

'AW SHIT! AW NO! AW SHIT, AW NO, AW SHIT!' he raved, on the inside. Seconds, mere seconds, Dante had, before his deliscious, rather expensive treat became waste product. Dante didn't wanna do it, but he knew he had too.

He threw Felicia off of him, and teleported. He first caught the pizza. That was the most important thing. Then he went after the milk shake. Another teleport, and Dante caught the flying fruity milkshake, and landed on the ground.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" Dante roared. Felicia got up, and pouted.

"I've been wondering the same thing, mister!" she shouted, paws on her hips. Dante blinked.

"What you talking about? I barely even know you!" Felicia blinked.

"You shoved me outside your room. You were so mean to me..."

"...Wasn't me."

"Of course it was!" Felicia shouted, "It had to be you! I remember so clearly!"

"Nope. Not me."

"It was you! You shoved me, and said some really mean things to me! You were wearing blue though..." Dante cupped his chin, struck a realization, then narrowed his eyes.

"That's my brother," Dante said, bluntly. Felicia tilted her head.

"What? You have a brother!" she shouted. Dante's right eye twitched. Was this girl retarded?"

"Yes, I have a brother," Dante said. Felicia bowed.

"I'm so sorry! I never do it again!" she said, before zipping off. Dante sighed, before Doctor Doom walked up to him, and took his milkshake.

"Doom appreciates your tribute," he said. Dante twitched.

"Hey! My milkshake!"

Vergil prepared to walk out of his room. He clutched his sword, adjusted his collar, and opened the door. Only to be met with a crouching Felicia.

"Meow!" she mewed, smiling brightly. Vergil's frown deepened.

"Away," he said, walking away. Felicia, however, and followed closely.

It wasn't like she was being sneaky or anything. She was just following. And it pissed him off.

"Got a fangirl, I see," Dante taunted, holding that fucking grin that pissed Vergil off more than anything in the world. Vergil tried his best to ignore the comment, but he couldn't. He simply couldn't.

"I am going to kill you, cat..." Vergil growled, through barred teeth.

"Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow..." Felicia chanted, in rhythm with every step. Vergil was driven up the walls. He prepared to draw his sword.

"You don't have many friends?" Felicia asked. Vergil paused.

"All you did was walk around, and be quiet, and stuff...That doesn't seem fun..." Vergil narrowed his eyes.

'Please don't let me deal with a lecture from a catgirl...'

"You really need to lighten up. Maybe then you could have some fun!" Then she scampered off, leaving Vergil to think.

"...I don't need to do anything..." he said, a lot more pouty than he wanted to sound. He noticed Dante, wandering the halls with a pizza, and a cup. Then he had an idea.

Finally. Dante was going to have his meal. With a new strawberry milkshake, and a new pizza, he planned to feast. Placing the pizza and milkshake on the table, he realized that he was missing something. His straw. He must have dropped it. Oh well, nothing he couldn't replace. He got up, and walked up to a straw holder, grabbed one, and turned around.

"Strawberry," Vergil said, sucking his shake, through his dropped (or stolen) straw, which was held in his cup, "My favorite." Dante twitched.