In response to tenimyuohtori: Oh Yeah, Definitely. Probably double that if it's a demon.
In response to lio4567892012: Thank you. I try my best.
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Vergil sighed as he walked down the street. Dante strode lazily next to him, his Rebellion hidden in an old guitar case.
"How did you manage to fit Rebellion in that thing?"
Vergil asked, eyeing the case like it was about to commit murder. Dante shrugged with a smile.
"I dunno. Always seems to fit in there anyway so I don't question it."
Vergil nodded slightly, deciding to ignore it as well. It would only give him a headache trying to understand Dante's tricks.
After climbing a small hill, the two beheld the main city. A small market community was visible from the street, with a Wal-Mart and Lowe's added into the mix of smaller stores.
"Which one do ya wanna shop at, Verge?"
"Preferably somewhere cheap, but reliability is also a factor. Perhaps a dollar store or a local building store."
"Wal-Mart? Maybe Lowe's?"
"Perhaps. We should check other stores first."
Dante nodded, following Vergil down the hill towards the more bustling parts of the city.
They first stopped at a smaller dollar store, but failed to find anything resembling paint.
The same thing repeated for eight more stores, with Dante getting more and more annoying with each one.
"Hey Verge! They have little bubble guns! Want one?"
"No, Dante."
"Aww. Okay."
Vergil felt his headache getting stronger as they left the ninth store, suspecting the entire trip to be some kind of torture devised by whatever sadistic god risiding in the sky.
"Come, it is time to move on."
Vergil said, walking faster towards the larger stores. Dante put on a face of questioning as he met his twin's pace.
"Bro, let's just go to Wal-Mart. They have paint and low prices."
Vergil stopped. He weighed the options a few times, finding almost no concrete argument to counter Dante's.
Vergil sighed, sagging his shoulders in defeat. Dante grinned like a madman, knowing that he had already won.
"Very well."
"Yes!"
"But! You must be on your best behaviour."
"Yeah yeah, alright dad."
Vergil scowled as Dante walked towards the aforementioned mega store, the guitar case shaking on his back.
Vergil followed suit, his fists clenched tightly.
He knew this would end badly.
-Transition-
Vergil expected the worst of his twin when they passed through the sliding doors of the Wal-Mart, and made sure to keep his eyes on Dante.
The two walked quietly, attracting a minimal amount of attention from the people passing them by.
"Should we grab a cart, or are we just here for the paint?"
"How much can you afford in one outing?"
"Paint it is then."
They continued past the second doors and into the store itself. Dante looked around with a hint of enjoyment, while Vergil observed with cold eyes.
But behind the cold look was a child on the brink of screaming in joy. He had not been inside of a mega store since their childhood, and it sent a giddy feeling down the older twin's spine to visit one again.
They moved into the store, quietly looking at the multitude of goods and valuables on display for sale.
Vergil stopped, scanning the environment with swift eyes.
"Where would paint be in this place?"
Dante gave a slick smile, having a small fit of joy on the inside at his brothers' lack of knowledge.
"That would be in the home and housing section, Verge."
Vergil gave a glare to his twin, whose smile grew wider in response.
"I could guess that much, Dante. I was asking which general direction it would be best to travel."
Dante pointed to the right, still bearing his joyful and mocking smile. Vergil sighed through his nose and moved down the aisle.
Dante followed, chuckling a bit as he walked after his frustrated sibling.
The walk was mostly quiet, with the occasional display catching Dante's attention and requiring Vergil to tear him away.
They eventually reached the desired location and browsed the selection of paints for sale.
"What color is your wall, Dante?"
"Um, I think it's a dark greenish color. Kinda like a dark green crayon."
Vergil nodded, having remembered it being the same color. He searched the shelves, eventually finding the paint color they needed.
He checked the label, finding that it was only one dollar and forty two cents.
He grabbed the steel handle and pulled it from the shelf, watching as another can slid into it's place.
Vergil walked back over to Dante, who was staring weirdly at the aisle opposite to them, which was filled with children's toys.
He tapped his twin on the shoulder and presented the can.
"Nice, you found it! How much is it?"
Dante asked. Vergil turned the can and pointed to the label.
"Quite cheap, considering the color and size of the container."
Dante nodded in agreement. The can of paint was labeled as a medium size, and the color itself was not exactly common.
Dante then grinned and pointed over his shoulder at the toy filled section, which was strangely devoid of young humans.
"Wanna have some fun?"
Vergil's face deadpanned and his mood switched from quiet enjoyment to what could easily be summed up as 'what the fuck?'.
"If you want to embarrass yourself, by my guest, but I refuse to join you in your idiotic habits."
Dante shrugged before striding into the toy aisle. Vergil sighed before moving into the aisle next to the one he was in.
He browsed the aisle, finding many tools that could be used to repair the Devil May Cry if needed.
After a few minutes of silence, Vergil began to wonder what Dante was up to.
At that exact moment, he spotted something strange in his peripheral vision.
The older twin turned his head, beholding Dante with a rubber horse mask upon his head, a black horse mask in his left hand and two foam swords in the other.
Dante tossed a foam sword and the black horse mask at him, which Vergil caught deftly in his free hand.
The younger twin then moved out of sight, presumably back to the toy filled aisle.
Vergil stood for a moment, arguing intensely with his inner child who roared to follow.
Eventually the dark slayer gave into his immaturity and walked over to where Dante was.
Dante stood in the middle of the aisle, the foam sword held in a mock imitation of Vergil's own idle stance with Yamato.
Vergil quickly caught on to what Dante was hinting at.
The older half devil, still very consumed by his inner eight year old, set the paint can down at the end of the display shelf and donned the horse mask.
He moved to the middle part of the end aisle, lifting the foam sword in imitation of Dante's stance with Rebellion.
The guitar case Rebellion itself was stored in was also set against the display shelves, out of harm's way.
The younger half devil brought his own foam sword up, prepared to meet his brother in fake combat.
The two stood still for a few minutes, locked in their battle stances.
With an invisible signal, the two rushed forward to meet each other in combat.
Dante swung his sword upwards, which Vergil sidestepped with ease. The older twin brought his own sword down in a sideways cut, forcing Dante to slide on his knees under the attack.
Vergil spun, making the horse mask flop in response to the movement. While Vergil dealt with his mask, Dante jumped up from his slide and swung his sword downward.
Vergil was barely able to recover quick enough to block Dante's attack, forcing the dark twin backward in an attempt to gain more ground.
Dante leapt forward in an imitation of Stinger, which Vergil ducked to avoid. Vergil quick-drew his foam blade, hitting Dante in the waist.
The two then dashed backward, standing still in something similar to a stalemate.
They stood quietly, unaware of the two children watching their fake bout.
They rushed forward again, bringing their foam weapons upward in preparation to attack.
They met each other's blades three times, with each clash having them spin around the tips of the opposites sword.
Dante caught Vergil's sword by the hilt and tore upwards, sending his twin's foam weapon flying away.
Vergil quickly glanced to his right, spotting a container of plastic katanas. He reached out with the speed of a bullet train, ripping one out of the holder and into the way of Dante's sword mid-assault.
Vergil blocked Dante's swing, pushing the foam sword to the right and planting two hits on Dante's shoulder and side.
Dante quickly stepped backwards, his sword held in preparation for another Stinger.
A whistle caught Vergil's attention, and he swiftly looked at the end of the aisle. One of the kids watching pointed upwards, and Vergil followed his direction.
Down came Vergil's foam sword, which spun wildly as it fell. Vergil reached out as Dante unleashed his attack, allowing the older twin to grab the foam sword in mid air and side spin around Dante's attack.
As Dante wheeled to the right to attack again, he stopped short as Vergil's foam sword pressed against his neck.
The two were at a standstill, with Vergil holding the foam sword to Dante's neck and the plastic katana on the other. Dante was halfway into a one-knee position, two-handing his own foam sword helplessly.
The two maintained their stances, with the two spectating children watching intently.
Not a minute later, the two half devil's burst out into laughter at the ridiculousness of the battle.
Dante was laughing so hard that he fell onto his backside, loosing his grip on the foam sword. Vergil staggered in his laughter, having to lean on one of the shelves in order to keep upright.
The children applauded and laughed as well, having just witnessed one of the most intense foam sword fights ever.
It didn't go too badly, Vergil figured.