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"Vergil!" Dante One scolded mockingly, "You'll have to keep that temper down, if you're gonna be staying here!" He shook a finger at him.

"As much as the thought thrills me," the older twin replied dryly, standing again and sheathing Yamato. "I fear I must decline. I have much to do, you see." He walked towards the door.

Lady's guns stopped him. "The invitation was a one way ticket: you stay but you don't leave."

He rested his hand on the hilt of his katana, his eyes hardening. "Try and stop me."

Chapter Four: "Day One"

For once in his life, Vergil was actually sulking.

After the incident upstairs with Dante's doppelgangers and Lady's guns, he had secluded himself in Dante's room, thinking of an escape plan for his present predicament. The first thing that came to mind was brute force. He could always hack and slash his way through the shop, but…

Even though those Dantes were illusions, their swords stung.

So after spending at least an hour upstairs of planning in vain, he had ventured down to take his first look at the shop. The doorway was—and still was—door-less and rubble and debris covered the floor. Sand covered, crimson couches were arranged under the stairs to face the small TV that was propped up on boxes. At the foot of the stairs was a doorway that led into a surprisingly clean kitchen and another in the middle of the store led to the bathroom. His desk sat in the middle, littered with bank, and doodled on, pieces of paper. The smell of hot pizza wafted through the air and at least three pizza boxes had been lying around the room.

His brother was a slob.

His twin and the annoying human, Lady, had been sitting comfortably on the couch, devouring the pizza while watching stupid cartoons. Dante had greeted him cheerfully and had directed him towards an almost finished pizza with black and green olives, anchovies, pepperoni, mushrooms, bacon, three different types of cheeses, ham, pineapple, green, orange and red pepper and spicy Italian sausage.

Vergil had responded with a look that said "Are you nuts" before he disappeared into the kitchen and grabbed the closest thing to being edible (which ended up being a couple of stale donuts) before returning upstairs to continue planning.

But only ended up doing so with no success: no matter what plan he thought up, Dante and his doppelgangers always ended up foiling them.

So here he was, sitting on his twin's bed, leaning on his hands, sulking, as he stared out the barred window at the pouring rain outside. "This'll be interesting. Very interesting."

He smirked. Perhaps it was the demonic blood in him, or maybe it was just part of his personality, but he did enjoy a good, bloody game. Especially if it meant beating Dante to win it.

He frowned at that thought. Just beating his twin? Had this predicament arose a month or so ago, he would've thought killing him…

Was it so long ago?

Vergil shook his head fiercely, his silvery bangs falling back into his face. Agitated, he slicked his hair back with an impatient hand, growling angrily, his frown deepening. Maybe he was exaggerating things. Beating could mean killing, sure it could. Maybe he just hadn't thought that because his mind was elsewhere.

Like on Dante—the real Dante—who was standing in the doorway clad in his leather coat, staring at him with a raised eyebrow.

He blinked before glaring daggers at him, snarling, "What?"

Dante shrugged off the angry tone, replying, "Nothing. Just wondering if you wanted to come with me and Lady to the park."

"There's a park in this torn up city?"

"I would know."

Vergil stared at him. "You're mocking me, I know it."

"Hey," Lady exclaimed, appearing behind his twin, eyes blazing fiercely, "Don't forget about me."

Vergil huffed in amusement, standing up to retrieve Yamato; the said katana leaning against the bed. "What are you still doing here?"

"Oh," she replied sweetly, "He didn't tell you? I'm staying to help look after you."

Vergil chuckled. "You're asking assistance from a human? How low have you fallen, brother?"

"Nowhere as low as you," Lady retorted, her hand inching toward the gun on her belt.

"So are you coming or not?" Dante insisted, his hands behind his head and a bored expression on his face. "Unlike you, I'm bored!"

Lady stared at him.

Vergil just chuckled.

!-!-!

After the previous demon attack, Dante's half of the city was reduced to partially destroyed buildings and piles upon piles of debris. Several corpses of demons lay scattered over the torn up pavement as did the remains of cars, motorbikes and busses.

The heavy rain had reduced to a fine mist that clung to the ground, cloaking everything in a dense fog and making it nearly impossible to see.

Dante, Lady and Vergil trudged warily through the streets, the last two tailing Dante who seemed to be the only one who knew where they were going. He walked casually, as though they were walking through a busy street in some town, but his hands twitched near his guns at the slightest noise.

"If we're all on edge," Vergil drawled carelessly, "Why did you want to go out in the first place?"

Lady glared at him and Dante responded, still walking, "Because we were bored watching cartoons and sulking doesn't fit you." When he realized that they weren't following him, he stopped and turned. "Come on," He whined, beckoning them to continue with an exaggerated wave of his hand, "We're almost there!" Then he spun on his heels and continued walking.

Vergil chuckled at Lady's confused look as he followed after him.

They reached the park five minutes later: a large, unused piece of property. The grass was overgrown and yellow, covering half of the enclosed area before reaching the boundaries of the sand. Tall, ancient trees stretched high into the sky from the grass half and an old tire swing hung from a sturdy branch. A long, rusted swing set sat in the middle of the sand pit, a tattered, younger child's and older child's jungle gym, and many other joyful contraptions surrounded it.

Dante approached the swing set, stood on a seat and begun to swing back and forth as the two strode over. "So, what cha wanna do?"

Lady took another look around the abandoned park. "Well, I take it you invited us here for a reason…"

The younger twin grinned. Grabbing the rusted bar above him, he swung himself up on the pole, crouching, unwavering, on the bar. "To play tag."

Lady and Vergil both raised an eyebrow; however, while Lady was totally clueless, the older twin was getting an idea of the rules…

"Tag?" She repeated, blinking stupidly at him, "That's a kids game."

"True," Dante agreed, grinning from ear to ear, "But my version's a little different." Reaching a hand back, he pulled Ivory into view. Then, twirling it expertly, he cocked the gun.

Vergil laughed. "So who's 'it'?"

"Um, guys?" They turned to see Lady fidgeting with her skirt. "Sorry to ruin your fun, but I'm human."

Dante grumbled to himself, a disappointed look on his face, as he jumped to the ground, returning Ivory to its holder.

Vergil sighed. "Too bad," he murmured, eyeing Ebony. Then realization lit up his face as he grinned, grabbing the unused gun from Dante's halter.

Lady and Dante stared at him.

"How's about," he began, grinning evilly at his twin, "A game of keep away." He cocked the gun with a click. "Same rules? —"

Lady held her hands up. "Sure, as long as I'm not 'it'."

"—Or a game I like to call 'Shoot the real Dante'?" The older twin looked at her and smirked.

She smirked back. "'Shoot the real Dante', eh?" She repeated evilly, drawing her own gun and setting it. "I like the sounds of that."

"Hey, hey, cool it," Dante exclaimed, backing up slightly, "I'll play, but I'm making up the rules."

The two stood silently and waited.

"Good." The younger twin began pacing back and forth in front of them. "ONE. Only one gun and no shooting me in the head. That hurts."

Lady giggled.

Dante glared at her before continuing. "TWO. If I'm hit, that's the end of it. Don't—" he directed this comment at Vergil "—keep shooting me when I'm down. And THREE—" He stopped and stood in front of them. "—you two give me a head start."

"Deal." The two agreed in unison.

Dante started running.

"How long should we give him?"

Lady glanced up at Vergil warily. He was watching the Dantes prance about the park with a passive face and gleaming blue eyes. His blue trench coat clung to his wet form and his hair hung down on his face as Dante's did. If it weren't for their clothes, Lady would've been utterly confused between the two. "I think now's enough."

He smirked. "So do I."

The two started off, firing at all the Dantes they could see and slowly began to dwindle the numbers down until two were left standing. By this time, Vergil and Lady were both panting and gasping for breath. Dante's clones were much more evasive than they had thought.

"What's wrong," the two Dantes inquired in unison, "Tired already? A pity."

Lady suddenly shot the one to her right and the Dante disappeared into smoke. "And then there was one."

The younger twin chuckled nervously and backed up hastily. "Heh, heh, I don't like the looks of this…"

Vergil motioned for Lady to move to the left and she did, disappearing into the tall grass. He then began firing in different directions, hoping to catch his brother off guard.

The silver haired demon slayer wouldn't have it and he ducked here and there, dancing out of reach of the bullets. Then he stuck out his tongue at his twin and ran towards the swing set, leaping gracefully onto the bar that was, at least, seven feet from the ground. In perfect balance he beckoned Vergil closer, taunting, "Come on, bro, is that the best you got? I've seen a squirrel with better aim than that!"

"And I've seen snails do better acrobatics," Vergil retorted, adjusting his aim to target Dante's new position. "You're getting slow." He fired.

Dante dodged the first few by jumping, lifting his feet so that the bullets missed by an inch. Then, when he landed again on the bar, he fell back and hooked his knees around it and evaded the next few by swinging upside down. Finally, he swung back up and landed behind the swing set on all fours before dashing off into the grass.

Lady danced out from behind a tree, pointing her gun at his chest. "Gotcha! There's nowhere to run!"

The younger twin felt Ebony being pressed against his back. "Indeed. Game over, Dante."

"Fine, fine, fine," he grumbled, raising his hands in surrender, "I give!"

Lady grinned then noticed the sky. "Whoa," she exclaimed, noticing the darkened sky, "How long have we been out here?"

Dante yawned. "Long enough. I'm tired. Making so many of yourself can really take it out of you." He yawned again.

Vergil grinned inwardly. Finally, a chance to escape!

"Make sure to check your bed for traps," Lady warned playfully, nodding towards the older twin.

Dante chuckled. "I'm not sleeping on a bed. Vergil's in my room and you can sleep wherever you want. I'm on a couch." He stretched. "I haven't slept there for a long time…" He trailed off and his features hardened as his eyes glazed. A frown twitched the corners of his lips downward, as though remembering a depressing memory. But the expression lasted only a second before he turned to them. "Race you home!"

Vergil frowned as Lady took off. He'd noticed earlier that the upstairs floor creaked loudly. So loud, in fact, that it would wake anyone up who was sleeping downstairs. So that was his plan…

He growled low in his throat before he started after them. "Damn you, Dante."

!-!-!

Queen and Myth crouched undetected on a building above the trio, their gaze predatory as they watched them dash back to the ruined shop.

"Tag with guns," Queen murmured, impressed. "I'll have to remember that one…"

She was elbowed in the ribs by her sister who was still staring down at the three, an odd look in her eyes. "Let's go. We have to report back as soon as possible."

Queen nodded enthusiastically. "Yes," she agreed, "And my clothes are getting filthy! I can't wait to change them!"

"Get your head out of the sand," the younger sister growled, her form already dematerializing, "Remember our reason for monitoring them!"

But Queen wasn't listening as her body disintegrated and flew away as smoke.

Myth gave the three below her a final, yearning glance before she disappeared as well.

Chapter four is up!

Chapter five is doing well, I'll hopefully get it up soon.

So review please, and no flames!