OMG. People actually find my story funny? Wow. Maybe I'm not so pathetic after all…

Still. Kerianne, you are more than welcome to Dent… for the next two weeks maybe. I'll see if I still want him back after then.

Anyway…

"Alright." Lucia sighs, "This is your fault and you know it."

"What's my fault?" Dante leans back and places his boots on my windowseat again.

"Real cute, little brother." Virgil drawls, "Macho Demon-slayer to mild-mannered cherub in 20 seconds…" He tips an imaginary hat, "Such a social asset."

"Envy is a sin, Virge."

"Envy!"

Lucia sighs and places a hand on each of the two brothers chests, stepping between them before they came to blows.

"Boys. She's already mad at you for one thing… I don't think she'll appreciate a trashed room too." Both of the platinum-haired men opened their mouths to speak, but Lucia added, "More trashed… by someone else rather than her."

From this, you can probably draw the conclusion that my room is a junkyard. Actually, it's quite organised in my mind; everything is covering every available surface so you can see what you're looking for without actually having to look for it. Or course, my mother doesn't really see where I'm coming from. "Clean your room!" is the closest thing to a family motto in our house…

… that and "Where's the remote?"

"Excuse me?" Lucia crosses her arms.

What?

"Didn't Ayebee already warn you?"

Well, yes… but now she's gone I just-

"Just…be quiet ok? We're having a crisis."

Humph. Fine then.

"So where were we?" Lucia turns her attention back on the brothers. Both are still shooting daggers at one another. "Oh yes, the mild-mannered cherub was about to go out an apologise to Ayebee."

"Like hell! I'm not going out there." He points to my bedroom door.

"And why not?"

"Because."

Virgil shrugs,

"If it's Darktyrant your afraid of, you shouldn't be. He's not as powerful as Ayebee, he's only 12."

"I'm not afraid." Dante looks vaguely offended. Vaguely.

"Is it his stories?" Lucia asks, raising an eyebrow. Virgil suddenly grins,

"That's right. Doesn't he write stories about Pokem-"

"Yes." Dante cuts him off, "He does. If I go out there, then Ayebee will probably get more mad and…" He trails off, nightmares flitting across his face. Virgil frowns,

"Am I missing something?" He asks Lucia quietly. She draws him to the side,

"Dent wasn't always with Ayebee."

"Yes. I know."

"Ayebee managed to get you from someone who was… gentle with stories… crossovers and the likes."

"Yes." Virgil faintly remembered the soul who'd last written him, "I think I was even a good guy once."

"Well, the last Author that had him liked other things… Zoids, Doom… Pokemon." She looks at him pointedly. Virgil looks at Dante, then back at her.

"They didn't."

"They did."

Virgil shakes his head,

"The bottom of all characterisation… Pokemon crossovers... If I'd have known..."

"I'm guessing that he still isn't over it. He was practically a mess when she stumbled across him on the net. Apparently," She leans in closer, "He was the one that asked to be written about. He was desperate."

"No way. Him? Ask? Are we still talking about my brother?"

Lucia nods. Dante flings open the door, startling them both.

"If we're done discussing my past, we should go now."

"Nice of you to change your mind." Lucia sits back down gracefully.

"What do you mean we?" Virgil asks.

"You are coming with me." It's more of a statement than a question that comes from Dante's mouth. Virgil shakes his head,

"This is your fault. You go out there. I don't care if you throw another Pokeball-"

Lucia leaps to her feet and restrains Dante from seriously hurting his brother,

"Enough! Out! Out! Outoutout!" She shoves Dante out the door with every 'Out'.

"Ok!" Dante glances back at them both. If looks could kill, there would be two coffins standing in the room, one blue and black, and one red and white.

"Don't forget." Virgil says seriously, "Water beats Fire, remember? Try Squirtle."

Dante takes a deep breath, then with a manly toss of his head, he closes the door behind him.

"So." Lucia sits back down, discarding her cold coffee, "What now?"

Virgil shrugs,

"Beats me."

They both sit in awkard silence for a minute.

"I don't think I've ever been left alone with you." Lucia says finally. Virgil shakes his head.

More silence.

"You know, you're cute when you're angry."

There's a resounding slap in the small room.

To be continued…