In response to Guest: Oh that's simple. Something mediocre to you is special to someone else.
In response to tenimyuohtori: Yeah, Vergil is gonna need some therapy. Thanks, I'm trying to get these out sooner. The next chapters will be longer, I promise.
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Vergil was unable to return to a peaceful sleep.
He sat in his bed, silently forcing himself through whatever terror decided to invade his mind.
Before he knew it, the sun was beginning to rise and he had missed a majority of his needed sleep.
Vergil sighed before dragging the blankets off his body and rising from bed.
He stepped into the bathroom, taking a semi-long shower. He scrubbed his skin a bit harder than usual, trying to wash off the memory of his nightmares.
After shampooing his hair to within an inch of it's life and washing off the majority of the lingering sweat, Vergil stepped out and dried off.
He walked back into his room, closing the blinds in order to have some semblance of privacy.
He slipped on a T shirt, which showed a bit more muscle than he preferred and a pair of blue jeans that felt more fitting on Dante than him.
He tugged on a pair of black socks and his boots before leaving his room, somewhat prepared for the day.
The stairs creaked as his feet met the wood and the rug covering it. Vergil tried to be quiet, but the squeaking stairs betrayed the half devil.
Dante sat at his desk in his usual laid back position, seemingly already prepared for the trip to the inner city.
He cracked a smile upon seeing his dark twin descend the stairs.
The younger devil hunter was also dressed causally, wearing a plain red muscle shirt and black jeans alongside his black boots.
"Took you long enough. It's almost ten, y'know."
Dante said with a smile. Nero stirred in his sleep on the couch, rolling over in order to block out Dante's loudness.
Vergil gave a glare to his brother, who quickly lifted his arms in surrender.
"Be quiet, brother. I would rather not suffer another assault on my face due to your volume."
Dante maintained his gesture of surrender as he lifted his boots from his desk and rose from his chair.
"You ready to go see the sights?"
Dante asked, waving his hamd through the air with some added flair. Vergil pinched the bridge of his nose, already trying to force down his oncoming headache.
"Do you even have the funds to purchase paint? I had forgotten to ask previously."
Dante waved off the question, taking as few steps toward the door.
"Eh, don't worry about it. We can visit the bank on the way there."
The devil hunter's face suddenly grew angry and demonic energy filled the room.
"Then we can catch the bastard stealing my money."
Dante's aura strengthened enough to make Nero mumble in his sleep, saying something along the lines of 'shut up, old man'.
Vergil took a swift step forward, raising his own external energy in order to cancel out Dante's suffocating anger.
Dante snapped from his rage, switching from angry to cool almost as fast as he changed styles.
Vergil centered his cold gaze on his brother, carefully measuring Dante's demonic output.
"It is best you keep your anger in check, Dante. It would be problematic to chase down the culprit while you spew demonic energy like a fountain."
Dante brushed off the lecture, moving towards the door of the shop.
"Yeah yeah, whatever. You ready to go?"
He asked, setting his hand on the handle of the door. Vergil followed suit, standing next to the door.
"I'm ready when you are."
Dante nodded, opening the door. He had barely cracked it open when he stopped dead and began to walk back to his desk.
"Almost forgot something."
He said with a grin and wave of his finger. Vergil watched as his twin lifted Rebellion and stuffed it into a guitar case before rejoining him at the door.
Vergil's annoyed look prompted Dante to lift his hands in a shrug before opening the door and stepping out.
Vergil paused before following, giving a look to Nero.
The young quarter devil slept peacefully on the couch, occasionally making small movements in his slumber.
Vergil sighed, deciding that he would talk to Nero when he returned from the trip.
The older half devil closed the door behind him and descended the steps, following Dante as he strutted down the street.
"Is the city enjoyable?"
"Oh, you'll love it. Why? Planning on having some fun while we're there?"
"Be silent."
"Okay~."