Nero was quite silent when he stepped into the kitchen tat day. He wore black jeans, and a black pullover with sleeves that were long enough to cover his devilbringer completely. Better not to start a fight with a damned priest about entering a holy place if you carry a demon's blood, no? He didn't want anything to eat, and he wouldn't let any of the twins convince him. He just settled with a glass of orange juice. The boy didn't even want to talk. Dante leaned against the counter, his eyes halfway closed. He truly hated days like that, but they didn't have choice, did they? He was just waiting, something that would usually drive him mad, but he could feel that Vergil wasn't better himself. In five minutes, Vergil had shifted from standing to sitting and then pacing. He KNEW Nero was feeling like hell and truly, he could understand the boy's lack of appetite, but it still bothered him that he couldn't do anything about it. That he couldn't help and make everything better. They'd prepared everything, trying to include Nero as much as they could, and as much as the boy wanted, and now they were just waiting for that damned clock to strike nine, so they could leave.

Nero sighed, playing around with the hem of his shirt. After a few minutes he stood up. "Just a second..." he said quietly, before he left the kitchen to disappear in his own room. "Don't worry Vergil..." Dante turned around, facing his brother, both hands resting on the elder's shoulders. "We're all nervous, but it will be all right. This day is somewhat the end of a chapter, a painful one though, but it will help all of us, believe me..." He placed a gentle kiss onto his twin's lips, trying to cheer him up a little. Vergil nodded, returning the kiss. "I just hoped to never go through this again." He murmured, relaxing his head on his brother's shoulder. "First mother, and now Simon. I just can't help but to think who's going to be next." He said quietly, his fingers brushing nervously over his brother's shoulder. "Do you think he'll be able to take this?" He asked, raising his head to meet his brother's blue eyes. The younger sighed inwardly. "Vergil, no one will go next... None of us three. It wouldn't be easy to kill one of us anyway, we're half demons, already forgot?" He tried to smile softly, then returned his brother's gaze. "He will. He is stronger than he looks like, and if not we're still there, no?" He wrapped his arms around the other maile, pulling him close for a moment.

Vergil nodded again before sighing deeply, wrapping his arms around his brother. "We have to go soon." He said, glancing on the clock that mercifully showed five to nine. "I know, I know..." Dante closed his eyes, savoring his brother's nearness for a moment, until he released him again. "If Nero's ready we can..." he added then, looking out onto the floor, but no sign of their son. About on minute later Nero left his room again, a couple of red roses in his hands. "I'm all right..." he just said, near to a whisper, but it seemed that he hadn't cried for now. Vergil nodded. "If you're ready, then." He said simply, placing a hand on the boy's head, letting his fingers play through the silvery sea of hair. "We don't want to be late, do we?" He forced a smile before enlacing his fingers with his brother's.

Nero nodded, while Dante took the keys to their car. "Let's go then..." he mumbled, placing an arm around the boy's shoulders, leading him and Vergil to the door. He didn't lock it like always. They climbed into the car, making their way to the graveyard without speaking a single word. Everybody was occupied with his own thoughts. Dante left the car first when they arrived, his eyes wandering over that sad place as well as the chapel. He shivered slightly. How he hated places like that! They could see a couple of flowers everywhere, someone had made a true effort to decorate everything nicely. Vergil's fingers brushed over his brother's arm when he felt the man tremble. "Pretty flowers." He said, meaning to say anything but that. "Should we go in? They're waiting." He murmured, glancing at Nero. He'd decided that what ever happened, they were going to follow the boy's wishes. Nothing else. Nero swallowed, looking at all those flowers. He pulled his sleeve down again, so that his arm couldn't be seen anymore, then he nodded slightly, taking one hand of each of the twins, as they made their way to the chapel. Dante exchanged a last look with his brother, trying to tell him that he was all right. It was just this place and what lay before them that made him feel uncomfortable. Nero would notice it soon enough. Vergil smiled gently to his brother while tugging the boy along. He held the door up for them and made sure that they both entered before he followed himself.

A man stood at the end of the aisle, lit candles all around the church. The man in himself was rather plain. Priest-like, but he radiated some kind of calm and kindness Vergil had never seen in someone else but his brother. "Welcome." The man greeted them with a big smile, his hand brushing over the boy's shoulder in a supportive manner. Vergil inclined his head, as his mother had taught him to do while standing in front of a holy man. Even if Yulia had somehow known what he was, God had been important to her. "I'm so sorry for your loss." The priest said, then, and Vergil just nodded, placing his arm around the boy's shoulder. Nero just nodded quietly. He didn't feel the need to say anything, while he took a look around in the small but rather beautiful chapel. The atmosphere was calm and soothing, but at the same time so terribly sad. The boy leaned against Vergil, closing his eyes for a moment. Dante greeted the priest with a weak smile he had to force on his face, one hand still holding that of his twin, the other one hidden in the pocket of his black pants. Vergil held the boy tight, running his hand along his son's shoulder and arm. "If there is no one else coming? Shall we get started?" The priest suggested, looking at Nero.

The boy swallowed, gazing down onto the floor. Why did everybody look at him? Why did he have to decide everything? He felt like suffocating. If only they could take that weight from his shoulders! Why he? Nero bit his lower lip, trying not to cry as he nodded weakly, not daring to look up again. He'd break down anyway once the organ started to play, he could tell that. Dante sighed inwardly, tugging Nero and Vergil down on one of the benches, he himself sitting down on the boy's other side. Vergil stared down at his hands, not willing to look at that empty coffin that had been placed just slightly before them. The beautiful wood and smooth surface.

"Simon was always a kind boy, caring and loving. When he died, it was a true tragedy. Such a young and beautiful boy should not have to leave his family this early, but God's ways are never simple. What he was to us, a brother, son, friend, he will always be. He will always be looking down over the ones he loves, and he will always protect you. Heaven does no longer miss it's dearest angel, but we do." The man's words weren't just hard to hear, but flat out painful. Nero clenched his teeth so hard, that he thought his jaw might break under the pressure. He held his eyes closed, but felt the urge to just cry out loud, that the priest should stop it, that he should be quiet again. His words were so true, but they hurt like hell. And who was he to talk about heaven anyway? He could feel the blue light of his devilbringer pulsating in a grade that even lid through the dark fabric of his pullover. He sobbed quietly, when he couldn't hold back his tears any longer. His eyes were burnig as he tried, so he had to led them out. Dante blinked, taking a deep breath. Nowadays he could stand pretty much without crying, and doing so wouldn't help Nero either, so he just placed an supportive arm around the boy's shoulders, his fingers gently stroking along his collarbone. He wished that he could ease his pain somehow. Vergil sighed deeply, placing a hand on the boy's thigh, his thumb brushing over the material of his black pants. "Does any one of you wish to say anything?" The priest asked and The elder shook his head, looking at the boy. "Do you, Nero?" He murmured, running his fingers through his hair. Dante did his best not to look at the boy. He knew the feeling of everybody staring at oneself in the expectation of something to happen. He glanced at some of the candles, a weak, but calm smile on his lips. At least Simon finally got what he deserved, even if it was 25 years too late.

Nero just nodded, before he stood up, taking the red roses that he brought. He took a few steps, until he was standing in front of the coffin, his flowers in both hands, although his sleeve still covered his demonic arm. Vergil scooted closer to his brother, hesitantly taking the man's hand, smiling sadly. He was determinate not to cry until later, when he was alone, because he knew that the boy needed their full support. Nero hemmed, looking down on the coffin, a wreath of flowers was lying on top of it. He swallowed again, until he finally had the courage to say anything at all. "You know, that I miss you, Simon..." he started, closing his eyes in order to not have to look at the light wood in front of him. "I do, with every breath that I take. If only I knew earlier... You were always there for me, when I needed you, you protected me against everyone who called me a monster for what I am. You showed me, that it was nothing to be ashamed of, you made my life worth living. When I heard that we all would be a family, living together in good and in bad times, I could feel my heart stopping for a few seconds. I was so happy, I can't explain it in words. I know, what happened wasn't my fault, but I still feel guilty somehow... I still have to learn so much you weren't able to teach me after all. But you have always been precious to me, as a friend, as a brother, even as my lover. You were like a twin to me, and now that you're gone, I'm missing my other half..." The boy bit his lower lip, tears were running down his cheek, dripping onto the marble floor silently. "I know that life has to go on somehow, and I know that your time had been over for so long, but I'm glad that I got to know everything, and that I could try to make it up to you somehow... I hope that... you can rest in peace now, and that everything's better over there, wherever you may be now. We will all never forget you, and maybe... some day we will meet again, in another life, somewhere else..."

Vergil swallowed, leaning against his brother. 'I might be selfish,' he thought. 'But I'm so glad it's not you' He enlaced his fingers with his Twin's, his eyes glued to their boy who's body was practically shaking in restrained tears and hurt. Dante squeezed his brother's hand lightly, his eyes settled upon Nero as well, his lips were pressed together, as he tried to look as calm as he could. "I love you, Simon, we all do..." Nero took another step, laying down his roses next to the other flowers. "You will always have a place in our hearts, especially in mine. I wish you good luck on your last journey, may god bless you, and give you a special place in heaven, as you truly deserve it..." he said, his voice trembling with tears. He bent down his head, his sight blurry of all his hot tears. "I'll never forget you, never!" he sobbed, when a soft wind suddenly caught one of the roses, blowing them back to the boy, so that he had to capture it with his devilbringer, at the same time uncovering it, as if Simon wanted to tell him not to be ashamed of it a last time. Nero stared down on the rose in his hand, blinking a few times. He could almost feel the other's presence. "Thank you my love..." he whispered, kneeling down as his legs began to shake too heavy for him to stand any longer.

Vergil bit his lip and closed his eyes, carefully laying his head on his brother's shoulder, just to show how much he loved the man. He jerked slightly when the boy almost collapsed on the ground, wanting to catch him, but stopping himself in the last second, telling himself that Nero needed to have some space. Dante sighed silently, exchanging a look with his brother. Was he dreaming, or did what he had seen truly happen? He blinked a few times, his face showing off true astonishment. "He'll be all right, no?" He whispered quietly, so that only his brother could actually hear it. Nero didn't move for about five minutes, obviously involved in some kind of silent conversation with himself or even Simon, but when he finally stood up and turned around to the twins, a soft smile spread on his lips, his eyes still full of tears. He held the only red rose to his heart, when he walked back to Dante and Vergil. Even the organ playing now couldn't make him cry again. "He's all right..." he whispered softly. "And he's fine wherever he is now..." Vergil nodded, smiling. He knew what Nero was doing, and he felt so incredibly happy for it. "He'll be more than just all right." He said gently, fighting the tears. Strangely, it wasn't just tears of sorrow, but relief and happiness as well. Nero would always have Simon, where ever he was, and Vergil, if anyone, knew how lovely that was. "I'm glad." He said to Nero, reaching out to touch the boy's devil arm. "Do you want to stay?"

"We have to..." Nero stated, only blinking once when the elder touched his arm. "I promised Simon to light up the first candle on his grave..." he added, embracing each of the twins lovingly. "Thank you so much for making this possible, and for being there for me..." he whispered silently, wiping away his tears with his free hand. Dante smiled, almost blushing. "Why, certainly." the younger replied, hugging the boy back. "We'll always be, Nero." Vergil nodded, returning the boy's embrace. "We'll stay as long as you wish to." He said with a gentle tone. He exchanged a look with his brother before brushing his lips against the other man's. "From now on, we've got to take care of each other. All of us. you can just forget crying on your own, Nero." He said, giving the boy a wink. "We love you, and we're going to take care of you as good as we can." Dante returned the kiss, before he stood up again. "Then let's go outside." he said, taking his twin's hand. "I won't cry..." Nero stated, blinking a few times. It was time to bury the coffin. The priest had brought some people in, that would carry it to the graveyard.

Vergil nodded and they followed the men out. They must have look like a really special party; Vergil clinging to his twin brother, the wound on his hand more or less invisible now, and Nero, with his arm. They stood next to the grave as the coffin was lowered into the ground. "From soil have you once risen, and to soil shall you once again return." The priest said solemnly. Nero took some of the fresh earth, letting it slip through his fingers onto the coffin, while he closed his eyes. He knew that Simon was happy where he was now, even without him, but they still had their memories to hold dear. He smiled gently, stepping back again, as they all watched the grave to be closed and planted with flowers silently. Finally, Nero put some white roses into a vase, placing it onto the dark marble stone, where Simon's name was engraved in golden letters. It looked so peaceful, and to his left and his right he had the twin's dear mothers to watch over him. Maybe they would meet, wherever they were? He was sure that they would like each other. "I love you, Simon..." the boy whispered again, while he took a single, white candle to light it up in front of the stone.

Vergil couldn't help but to smile. It was all so beautiful and perfect. He kneeled next to his mother's grave, inclining his head. "Take care of our boy, yeah?" He whispered, letting his fingers brush over the beautiful, white gravestone that belonged to his second mother. Dante looked at his brother with a warm smile, as he made his way to their mother's grave. He didn't say anything, when he looked at the also white stone, the name 'Eva' engraved in it, but the other's could tell that he was in a silent conversation with her. He rarely came here, but he made sure that her grave was always neat. He didn't need a certain place to think of her. It might help some people, but he preferred to dwell in memories where it was more private than on a public graveyard. After a while he just nodded, exchanging places with Vergil, also giving Yulia his regards. Nero stayed at Simon's grave, silently kneeling in front of it, a warm smile on his lips.

"So, Nero?" Vergil asked in a suggestion of what to do next. He rose, his fingers brushing over his brother's before enlacing them. He smiled gently as a gentle wind played against his cheek in a confirmation of what he already knew; Yulia would protect their Simon with all her power. Nero stood up, grinning when he turned around. "That might sound a bit odd but... How about a pizza?" he asked, blushing a bit. He hadn't had breakfast, and now that he knew that everything was all right, he was damn hungry! Dante looked at Vergil, trying to suppress a laughter. That was truly weird, but anyway, better than crying, no? The elder chuckled, drawing the boy to his chest. "You sure are something special." He said with a smile. But yeah, a pizza wouldn't be all wrong now. Maybe a strawberry sundae as dessert, or what do you think, Dante?" He asked giving the man a wink. Dante smirked. "Sure!" he confirmed, placing an arm around Nero's shoulders after his brother released him again. Nero smiled, making his way to the gate, and back to their car. "May I drive?" he called, when he arrived it first, turning around and looking at the twins. "Yeah sure!" Vergil said, hooking his arm around his brother's. "That gives us some make-out time in the backseat." He murmured, grinning teasingly. Nero rolled his eyes. "You are NOT going to do ANYTHING that isn't meant for a boy's eyes as long as I'm driving this car! Otherwise I swear that you will walk!" he said sternly, giving the twins a wink all together with a wide grin as he climbed in, snatching the keys out of Dante's hands. "You heard him, Vergy..." Dante mumbled with a stagy sigh, dragging his twin in.

"Awww." Vergil complained. "Just a kiss, then? I'm worth that!" He said, grinning as he closed the door behind him. "Please?" He pleaded, giving his brother that look he knew the man could never resist. The evil puppy look of doom. "Please, Dante?" Nero sighed deeply, turning the mirror away as he started the engine, at least TRYING to concentrate on the streets. "Quiet, kids...!" he demanded, as he drove the car to their favorite pizza place. Dante grinned. "A single kiss won't hurt anyone, no?" he whispered, placing a hand in his brother's neck, pulling him over to kiss him gently. The elder melted into the kiss, his arms coming around the man's broad shoulders. Since their bonding, kissing had become so much more than just a sign of love and affection, it was just as necessary to Vergil as breathing. Dante didn't feel much different about that kiss, just as touching his brother. It had all become so much more intensive, especially since they could now feel the other one's excitement as well. "I just love you, Vergil." he whispered happily, grinning slightly at Nero's growl. Vergil smiled, pecking his brother's lips again. "I love you too, Dante." He said with happiness shining in his eyes. He ignored his son's scowling and stole another kiss from his brother.

"DAMN IT!" Nero stopped the car hard. "That's no fun guys, PLEASE! I just got my fucking license and it's anything far from easy to drive with two hot and horny chicks on the backseat so PLEASE behave, okay?" He sighed, before he started the engine again. They should be mature enough to stop it for a few minutes, or was that really TOO much? "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to yell at you, but that is REALLY annoying..." he said then, sighing again. Dante blushed a little, feeling guilty for about half a second, before he stole a last kiss from his twin. Then he leaned back in his seat, smirking when Nero snorted in front of him. "Are you really calling me hot there, Nero?" Vergil teased, moving to hang over the boy's shoulder to watch his face. "I know I'm too sexy, but my own son? That's impressive." He said laughing. Nero blushed deeply, when he noticed what he just said. Now he was really in trouble concentrating on the streets and dealing with Vergil's burning look. He reached back with his devilbringer, pinching the elder's nose. "Lemme drive!" he complained, doing his best to banish the crimson tint off his face. Dante giggled. "Hot... Interesting... Did you mean it or just chose the wrong word eh?" he asked, grinning at Nero's desperate look.

"Ow!" Vergil complained, sitting down next to his brother again. "He pinched me!" He said with a fake tone of hurt, hoping it would earn him a kiss. "And now we want to know, kiddo!" He said, grinning widely. "Ya find your old man sexy, don't ya?" Dante just smirked. Sometimes Vergil truly deserved a treatment like that. He ran a hand through his own hair, as if nothing had happened. "Off course not!" Nero mumbled with an almost whiny voice. Damn, couldn't he just have kept his mouth shut? They looked good, no complaints, but sexy? He shouldn't even THINK about that! "Just forget it... I tend to talk shit when I'm upset... So just behave oookaaay?" the boy sighed, staring at the streets again, his cheeks still tinted in a deep purple. Vergil snorted, amusement clearly written on his face. "And you! Are you just going to let him abuse your brother and lover without doing anything?" He asked Dante, crossing his arms over his chest and pretending to pout. Dante laughed. "Sure, as long as I don't have to get jealous?" Nero growled again, scowling. "You're driving me insane, really!" he complained as he finally stopped the car. "You'll have to send me to a mental hospital soon if you go on like this, I swear!"

Vergil chuckled. "Well, then, would you rather have me kissing the boy?" He asked, an eyebrow raised. "Cause I certainly can if that is what you want from me, Dante." He teased, his fingers running up his brother's thigh. Nero turned around, his devilbringer hanging loosely over the backrest of his seat. "You wouldn't dare!" he and Dante said at the same time, laughing. The boy blushed again, shaking his head. Vergil laughed. "See, treat me a kiss and I won't have to kiss the boy to get your attention!" Vergil demanded, his arms still crossed over his chest. "You know how much I like kissing you, Dante." He said with a pout. The younger grinned. "You threaten me? Pah...!" he said, pretending to sulk. "If you want to kiss him sooo bad... Well do what you can't let go, I might find it sexy, who knows?" He sent his brother an evil grin, crossing his arms as well. Nero stared at Dante, blushing even deeper, then shook his head. "Better be careful, he'd probably really do it..." he mumbled, making an attempt to pull back his head, just in case.

Vergil grabbed the boy by his shirt's collar, holding him in place. "You want me to kiss him? As in REALLY kiss him, as I do with you every evening?" He asked with amusement and annoyance. Nero's eyes widened when he stared at Vergil. He was joking, wasn't he? "H-hey...!" he complained weakly, glancing at Dante afterwards. "Leave out the boy, Vergil.. I'm just not in to kiss you on demand, okay...?" he said quietly, when he noticed the boy's face. "And I would never allow you to kiss him if HE didn't want it either, you hear me?" Vergil released the boy, his arms crossing once again over his chest. "So then you don't want to kiss me, is that it?" He asked with obvious irritation. "I thought the bonding would make me understand you better, Dante, but I still don't understand anything..." Nero sighed desperately, turning around again. If they qould pick a quarrel now he'd just knock them out with his devilbringer, BOTH of them. That whole discussion was annoying like hell! Dante closed his eyes. "No Vergil... It's not that I don't WANT to kiss you, on the contrary, I'm longing for each of your kisses. It's just... that this shouldn't be a matter of course. You shouldn't demand it as long as I'm not in for it, that's all, you understand me?" Taking a deep breath he grabbed his brother's hands, holding them softly. "You know that I love you, but a kiss still is something special to me, and I want to keep it that way..." he bent forward, brushing his lips against those of his twin only lightly.

Vergil sighed against his brother's lips, withdrawing. "It's special to me too, Dante, but I need it like the air I'm breathing. It's grown worse, my longing for you, since we bonded." He said, his fingers brushing over his brother's cheek. "It feels as if I'm going to die if I don't get to touch you. Even the smallest ones that really don't mean much." He said sighing. Maybe it's time to put me in a rehabilitate, no?" He said, flashing a smile. Dante returned the smile lovingly. "I know exactly how you feel, Vergil, but still... I don't mind if you just kiss me, but please don't demand it as long as we're not... damn you know!" the younger blushed, pulling his brother close to kiss him passionately. Nero rolled his eyes, exiting the car. "All right guys... I'll get the pizza's, we could as well eat them at home..." he mumbled sighing before he left to do as he said. Vergil grinned and returned the kiss, laying his brother down on the backseat of the car, thinking that if the kid now was going to get their food, he could at least share some private time with his twin, even if in a car. "You're so beautiful, you know. Not only physically, no, your mind. It's a paradise. Your kindness." He smiled again, pressing a kiss on his brother's neck.

Dante moaned quietly, wrapping his arms around the other male, his eyes slowly closing. "You know that... if we go on... I couldn't stop anymore..." he whispered with trembling voice, returning the kiss almost breathless. Even if he would never admit it, but he really loved the way Vergil pushed him down on the seat, leaving him no other choice but to interact. "I..." he started, then shook his head again. "Never mind..." he murmured, just kissing his brother again, gentle hands running down the man's back. The elder chuckled. "I don't think you'd mind much, would you really, Dante?" He asked with a sly grin, his hand sneaking under the other's shirt, his fingers playing over the man's firm abs and soft skin. "B-but Nero's coming back soon and... we're all public here!" Dante tried to complain, gasping when his twin's hands touched him. He squirmed slightly, but couldn't resist the other male. "Don't... make me beg... for more...!" he hissed, his hands resting on Vergil's bottom. Vergil ground his hips into his brother's, gasping before he playfully unbuttoned the man's pants, pushing them down a little with much effort. "You want me to stroke you 'till you come, Dante? Right here in this very car where we can get caught at any moment?" He purred, licking at the man's ear. Vergil gently traced his hand down in the man's underwear, wrapping his lithe fingers around his brother's erection, beginning to stroke it. "You like that?" He asked, gently nibbling at the man's neck.

Dante blushed even harder, but he couldn't resist, as hard as he tried. "A-ah... y-yeah..." he groaned, folding his hands in his twin's neck, trembling when his Vergil's lips touched his neck. He felt as if he was drugged, and the only addiction he could blame for that was the other male himself. "D-don't stop that..." he whispered, claiming the elder's lips in a passionate kiss. Vergil grinned as he moved his hand faster, loving the way his twin's flesh fit so perfectly in his hand, how good it felt. "You like when I'm in control, don't you, Dante?" He asked, sucking up a mark on the man's throat. "No one touches you but me, isn't that so?" The younger nodded, his eyes closing again. He truly loved his brother forcing him into things like that so lovingly. Probably he wouldn't even complain if his brother bit him or stuff like that, as it was still Vergil who was doing it to him, and his touches were soothing afterwards. Dante gasped, his hands wrapping around his twin's shoulders, nails digging into them. The other male just stole his mind, making everything around him but himself blurry. Everything that counted at this time was Vergil and his doings.

Vergil grinned. "Is that how you're feeling?" He murmured, biting into his brother's shoulder gently. Come for me, Dante." He whispered into the man's ear. "I want to feel your essence spreading over my hand, to see your pleasure. To feel it." He said with a mischievous grin. Dante bit his lower lip, avoiding to cry out loud in pleasure that way. Vergil's word, the whole man was so DAMN hot today, he almost couldn't stand it. He had to admit that it turned him on. "V-Vergil... y-you... you drive me crazy...!" he groaned, shivering noticeable. He could feel his body tensing again, announcing his nearing orgasm. "P-please... k-kiss me...!" he begged, his cheeks still tinted in a pretty pink, his ice-blue eyes halfway closed. Vergil did as asked, claiming his brother's lips with passion and elegance, something he truly owned, and licked at his twin's lips, asking for entrance. The younger parted his lips, welcoming his brother's tongue with the same passion, his hands fastening around the other's shoulders, as his body shook violently, spreading his semen over Vergil's hand, while a deep moan escaped his throat. Just in the very moment when Nero opened the door to their car again, stepping right back as he noticed what was going on inside, almost dropping the pizza-boxes he carried.

Vergil swallowed his brother's cry of pleasure and trembled when he felt the man's nails digging into his shoulder. He gave the man a last kiss before withdrawing his hand, reaching forwards to the gloves' compartment to get a tissue. "Did you get the food?" He asked Nero as if he'd just seen nothing. Dante jerked, blushing so deeply he was sure he never did before. Now he could imagine how Nero and Simon must have felt that night. He slipped away a bit, trying to sit down normally again. Nero blushed as well, chewing his lower lip. "Y-yes..." he mumbled, not daring to climb into the car. HOW could they just do that? They behaved like teens that were in love! Hell...! "Good." Vergil said, giving his brother a wink. "Let's go home, shall we? I feel like I want to lie down for a while." He said, stretching out in the backseat, his head resting in his brother's lap. Dante smiled gently, running his hands through his twin's silvery sea of hair, caressing the soft skin of his face. Nero sighed deeply, placing the pizza-boxes on the seat next to him when he finally climbed into the car. He didn't even risk a look back. "All right..." he mumbled, starting the engine again. Home, sweet home... At least he could hide in his room and just forget what he had seen!