A/N: Sorry I took so long getting the next fic up but I was
actually socializing for once! = D Well anyway the next one
is a "childhood" one where Dante and Vergil are about 15 or
16 and Sparda and Eva are still alive and well. Oh yeah and
Trish is a childhood friend living near by, but I don't think
she'll be in this fic, maybe another one... I don't know yet.
Once again please review! Enjoy. ; )
Curiosity Killed the Devils
"I wonder what that 'I Can't Believe it's Not Butter' stuff is made from. If it's not butter than what is it?" Dante, sitting next to Vergil on their beloved family room couch, made a curious face. Vergil could tell that this mystery was really getting to him. It figures, that's just the kind of thing that would bother him. "I don't know. Probably some type of artificial stuff. Ya know it's probably half preservatives." "Oh." Both sat in silence on the couch, mystery now solved thanks to Vergil. They were quite bored and they couldn't go anywhere since their parents went out for some "alone time". Alone time, yeah right. They just wanted to go somewhere where Dante and Vergil couldn't hear them and their activities. Both Dante and Vergil had bad memories relating to their parents "activities".
Right now Vergil could be watching a documentary on the Pride Lions, but oh nooo, Dante had to go and get angry at a commercial and break the freaking T.V. Vergil tensed at the thought of Dante throwing a coaster at the television. Yeah that's right, a coaster. Dante's occasional outbursts were a normal thing to Vergil. He'd grown up with them all his life. Still Dante did not understand that some things were a bit fragile and would break. That concept just never seemed to sink in for him.
Dante sighed and picked up a magazine off the coffee table. It was a copy of Vogue, his mother's obviously. He began to absentmindedly flip threw it looking at the pictures and reading advertisements for upcoming movies. Then he flipped to a page for a spa that was having a special on bikini waxing and that made him think once again. He had remembered hearing his mother complain with her friends about waxing and he always wondered why. It couldn't possibly hurt that bad. He had had things impale him and worse, it couldn't possibly hurt that bad. Maybe his mom was just being bitchy, who knows. Come on, it couldn't be that bad.
"Verg?" Vergil winced at hearing his name again. He hesitated before answering another of Dante's random, not to mention stupid questions.
He gave in. "Hmmm?"
"Why do women always complain about waxing? It can't possibly hurt as bad as they say it does?"
"How should I know? It's not like I do it! What stupid question!" Actually, Vergil himself often wondered about this. And, truth be told, he didn't know why it would hurt that much. It would be like ripping a band-aid off. Both sat in silence contemplating the current issue at hand. That's when Dante got his idea.
"Hey Verg? I think Ma has some of the stuff in her bathroom." Vergil looked at him, puzzled.
"And?"
"And...we could see what the big deal is." Vergil stared at him with a questioning look. Dante just gave him a devilish grin. After a few seconds Vergil returned the grin.
"Hell, I don't have anything better to do."
They both stood and made their way upstairs to Sparda and Eva's bathroom. In their mother's drawer they found two bikini waxing kits. Both took one and went to their rooms down the hall. Dante carefully opened the box and read the directions. He got as far as applying the linen strip to a thin line of wax when he thought to ask Vergil how he was doing.
"Hey Verg! Did you do it yet!?" He didn't hear and answer so he called out again. "Verg!?" That's when he heard it. A small, hoarse whisper coming from Vergil's room.
"Don't...do....it....don't...do ..." And then it stopped.
Ignoring Vergil's warning, Dante looked down at his bare bottom half and at the linen strip plastered to his skin, all ready to go.
"Well, here we go. 1.....2.....3..." He ripped off the strip in one fast motion.........
Sparda and Eva came home from their evening out to a quiet home. Eva went to put her jacket and purse away, while Sparda went to find their sons.
"Guys? We're home! Where are you?!" He climbed the stairs to the second floor and went looking for his troublesome sons. Reaching the top he went to Dante's room first. There he found Dante in his room, on his bed curled in a tight ball, eyes red and swollen.
"Dante? What's the matter?" Then he looked down and saw the waxing kit on the floor next to his feet.
"Oh God no! You didn't?!" He looked up at Dante who nodded his head without saying a word. "What about Vergil?" Dante nodded again. "Did you bleed?" Nod. "Are you gonna just stay up here?" Nod. "Jeez you're crazy." Nod.
Sparda went to Vergil's room next, leaving Dante to wallow in his own shame. He found the other son in much the same position.
"You too, huh?" Nod. "Well....you just.....stay where you are. I'll clean this up before your mother finds out." Nod. Sparda then proceeded to pick up the contents in both the boys rooms and put them back where they belonged and then went downstairs where he found Eva examining the television set.
"What's the problem?"
She let out an exasperated sigh. "Oh I don't know. The boys must've done something to it. It won't turn on. By the way, where are they?"
Sparda froze. "Uh.... They were upstairs lying down."
"Lying down? Is their something wrong? They never go to bed before midnight on a regular day much less a weekend." She looked at the watch adorning her wrist. "It's only eight o'clock."
"Well....they said they were tired. I told them we'd leave them be so they could sleep."
"Hmm." Eva looked really suspicious.
The next morning, Dante woke in the same tight ball he had fallen asleep in. The familiar numbness in his lower region let him know that it wasn't just a bad dream. He tried to move and found that when he did all sensitivity was magnified by ten. He would just have to move very slowly.
Meanwhile, in the next room, Vergil woke feeling much the same, save for the fact the he actually to time to look at the pained area, which was now a deep shade of scarlet. He couldn't believe that he had actually been stupid enough to do such a thing to himself. Boy, this would be hard to explain to Sparda.
Both the boys clambered down the stairs, trying to remain as stiff as possible. They both limped into the kitchen where their parents were. They were both at the sink washing dishes or something. Obviously they had been more interested in each other until the boys came. Sparda quickly removed his hand from Eva's backside and sat down at the kitchen table. The boys joined him, very carefully and began eating the bowls of cereal their mother had placed before them. She left and went into the family room where she began to tidy up.
"Hey, where's the coaster that's supposed to be over here!?" Dante and Vergil glanced at each other. Sparda lowered the book he was reading and glared at them. Both of his sons gave him a nervous smirk and returned to their breakfast. Sparda shook his head and resumed reading.
Curiosity Killed the Devils
"I wonder what that 'I Can't Believe it's Not Butter' stuff is made from. If it's not butter than what is it?" Dante, sitting next to Vergil on their beloved family room couch, made a curious face. Vergil could tell that this mystery was really getting to him. It figures, that's just the kind of thing that would bother him. "I don't know. Probably some type of artificial stuff. Ya know it's probably half preservatives." "Oh." Both sat in silence on the couch, mystery now solved thanks to Vergil. They were quite bored and they couldn't go anywhere since their parents went out for some "alone time". Alone time, yeah right. They just wanted to go somewhere where Dante and Vergil couldn't hear them and their activities. Both Dante and Vergil had bad memories relating to their parents "activities".
Right now Vergil could be watching a documentary on the Pride Lions, but oh nooo, Dante had to go and get angry at a commercial and break the freaking T.V. Vergil tensed at the thought of Dante throwing a coaster at the television. Yeah that's right, a coaster. Dante's occasional outbursts were a normal thing to Vergil. He'd grown up with them all his life. Still Dante did not understand that some things were a bit fragile and would break. That concept just never seemed to sink in for him.
Dante sighed and picked up a magazine off the coffee table. It was a copy of Vogue, his mother's obviously. He began to absentmindedly flip threw it looking at the pictures and reading advertisements for upcoming movies. Then he flipped to a page for a spa that was having a special on bikini waxing and that made him think once again. He had remembered hearing his mother complain with her friends about waxing and he always wondered why. It couldn't possibly hurt that bad. He had had things impale him and worse, it couldn't possibly hurt that bad. Maybe his mom was just being bitchy, who knows. Come on, it couldn't be that bad.
"Verg?" Vergil winced at hearing his name again. He hesitated before answering another of Dante's random, not to mention stupid questions.
He gave in. "Hmmm?"
"Why do women always complain about waxing? It can't possibly hurt as bad as they say it does?"
"How should I know? It's not like I do it! What stupid question!" Actually, Vergil himself often wondered about this. And, truth be told, he didn't know why it would hurt that much. It would be like ripping a band-aid off. Both sat in silence contemplating the current issue at hand. That's when Dante got his idea.
"Hey Verg? I think Ma has some of the stuff in her bathroom." Vergil looked at him, puzzled.
"And?"
"And...we could see what the big deal is." Vergil stared at him with a questioning look. Dante just gave him a devilish grin. After a few seconds Vergil returned the grin.
"Hell, I don't have anything better to do."
They both stood and made their way upstairs to Sparda and Eva's bathroom. In their mother's drawer they found two bikini waxing kits. Both took one and went to their rooms down the hall. Dante carefully opened the box and read the directions. He got as far as applying the linen strip to a thin line of wax when he thought to ask Vergil how he was doing.
"Hey Verg! Did you do it yet!?" He didn't hear and answer so he called out again. "Verg!?" That's when he heard it. A small, hoarse whisper coming from Vergil's room.
"Don't...do....it....don't...do ..." And then it stopped.
Ignoring Vergil's warning, Dante looked down at his bare bottom half and at the linen strip plastered to his skin, all ready to go.
"Well, here we go. 1.....2.....3..." He ripped off the strip in one fast motion.........
Sparda and Eva came home from their evening out to a quiet home. Eva went to put her jacket and purse away, while Sparda went to find their sons.
"Guys? We're home! Where are you?!" He climbed the stairs to the second floor and went looking for his troublesome sons. Reaching the top he went to Dante's room first. There he found Dante in his room, on his bed curled in a tight ball, eyes red and swollen.
"Dante? What's the matter?" Then he looked down and saw the waxing kit on the floor next to his feet.
"Oh God no! You didn't?!" He looked up at Dante who nodded his head without saying a word. "What about Vergil?" Dante nodded again. "Did you bleed?" Nod. "Are you gonna just stay up here?" Nod. "Jeez you're crazy." Nod.
Sparda went to Vergil's room next, leaving Dante to wallow in his own shame. He found the other son in much the same position.
"You too, huh?" Nod. "Well....you just.....stay where you are. I'll clean this up before your mother finds out." Nod. Sparda then proceeded to pick up the contents in both the boys rooms and put them back where they belonged and then went downstairs where he found Eva examining the television set.
"What's the problem?"
She let out an exasperated sigh. "Oh I don't know. The boys must've done something to it. It won't turn on. By the way, where are they?"
Sparda froze. "Uh.... They were upstairs lying down."
"Lying down? Is their something wrong? They never go to bed before midnight on a regular day much less a weekend." She looked at the watch adorning her wrist. "It's only eight o'clock."
"Well....they said they were tired. I told them we'd leave them be so they could sleep."
"Hmm." Eva looked really suspicious.
The next morning, Dante woke in the same tight ball he had fallen asleep in. The familiar numbness in his lower region let him know that it wasn't just a bad dream. He tried to move and found that when he did all sensitivity was magnified by ten. He would just have to move very slowly.
Meanwhile, in the next room, Vergil woke feeling much the same, save for the fact the he actually to time to look at the pained area, which was now a deep shade of scarlet. He couldn't believe that he had actually been stupid enough to do such a thing to himself. Boy, this would be hard to explain to Sparda.
Both the boys clambered down the stairs, trying to remain as stiff as possible. They both limped into the kitchen where their parents were. They were both at the sink washing dishes or something. Obviously they had been more interested in each other until the boys came. Sparda quickly removed his hand from Eva's backside and sat down at the kitchen table. The boys joined him, very carefully and began eating the bowls of cereal their mother had placed before them. She left and went into the family room where she began to tidy up.
"Hey, where's the coaster that's supposed to be over here!?" Dante and Vergil glanced at each other. Sparda lowered the book he was reading and glared at them. Both of his sons gave him a nervous smirk and returned to their breakfast. Sparda shook his head and resumed reading.