AN: this chappie is sort of a filler sort of not. I enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it.
Disclaimer: We dont own DMC, Dante or Vergil. If we did the darn game would be on xbox. anyway its just a fic. enjoy.
Chapter 6
Dante gritted his teeth in frustration, gripping his sword with both hands; he swung Rebellion again at his brother's mid-section then immediately lifted it above his head and swung down at him in a strong powerful strike. Both of these attempts were easily avoided by Vergil. He just stepped back then to the side of his brothers swings and gave a smirk. This upset Dante even more; he always had trouble defeating his elder twin.
Vergil held his sword to the side of him, the tip pointed to the ground behind him. He gripped the hilt of his Yamato tighter. A small drop of sweat rolled down his bicep as he stood there, a stern, thoughtful look on his face, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. Dante stood ready, his sword out in front of him, he was ready to receive and block the attack.
Vergil suddenly lunged at his brother. Instead of slashing at him, he brought his sword up to meet Dante's. The two's blades made contact, and Vergil began pushing him back close to the edge.
Dante smirked. "You know… that horde of demons from yesterday…" he grunted out.
"Yeah?" Vergil responded taking a few more steps towards him.
"It was bigger than the last one," Dante commented, pushing back to prevent himself from toppling over.
Vergil grunted in response then ducked out of the way, making Dante stumble forward. Vergil turned towards his brothers back and slashed at him.
Dante caught his balance and sighed. He reached around and touched his lower back, frowning as he felt a slight dampness where a small line of blood started oozing out. "Fuck. Lost again…"
Vergil smirked in satisfaction and walked over to the door leading back down from the roof. "Looks like you pay for the dinner tonight…"
"Wait. I want a do over," Dante demanded angrily.
"Now, if we did that, we would never leave this roof. Stop your whining. You know the rules. First person to draw blood wins," Vergil stated, opening the door and walking inside.
Before Dante walked to the door, he looked over the edge. As if on cue, Liara walked up with her sister, three white plastic bags in hand. Dinner had arrived and he had to reimburse for the meal. He hated to lose, especially to his brother, something which he had a habit of doing.
Dante opened the door and walked downstairs, sword slung over his shoulder. He stopped by the washroom and cleaned off the sweat on his upper body, along with the small trace of blood on his back. He then grabbed a white wife-beater off the counter and slipped it over his head. He picked up his sword again and walked out into the office area. He set it down on the pool table and sighed before walking to the desk and pulling out a few twenty dollar bills, dropping them on top of the desk. He collapsed into the chair and closed his eyes.
Vergil soon appeared from the back hall, back in his normal attire of dark blue leather, along with his long light blue leather jacket with red lining. He gently laid his Yamato against the couch arm then sat down on the couch and waited for the food.
Liara and Adara walked into the office and held out the white bags. "We bring Chinese!" Liara exclaimed excitedly.
The boys looked up at the bags in Liara's hands. The room began to smell of chow mein and stir fry with pecans as she walked to the desk and set the bags down. She looked down and saw the two 20-dollar bills on top of the oak desk.
"What's this?" she asked, pointing to the cash.
"Why, it's a reimbursement to the food, babe," Dante said with a smirk.
She blushed at his 'babe' comment a bit. "You don't have to pay. It's on me and Dar tonight," she explained, pushing the twenties back to him.
He shrugged and took the money back, slipping it back in the top drawer. "If you say so," he said, giving her a wink. "But you owe me."
Her cheeks blazed with an even brighter red. Liara almost thought her head was going to burst into flames from how embarrassed she felt at that moment. She never had such a good-looking guy hit on her outside of work, or any guy hit on her out of the club for that matter.
She quickly opened the bags of food and started setting small white boxes of Chinese food on the table followed by a handful of fortune cookies and a tinfoil bag with egg rolls in it.
Dante started for the fortune cookies when his hand was swatted away by Liara. "Now, now, if you eat those before the dinner they won't come true," she said with a wink.
He grunted and sat back in the seat, with his arms crossed. "Fine, hand me some chow mein and a plastic fork," he ordered, a bit disappointed.
She opened up a box then grabbed a fork from the bottom of one of the plastic bags and stuck it in. She followed up with a pork egg roll lying on top and a napkin wrapped around the bottom of the box. "Here," she said handing it over.
Dante took the food with a smirk on his face. "Thanks babe," he said. He set the napkin down in front of him then removed the egg roll from the top of the box and took a big bite out of it.
"Verg, what do you want?" Adara asked.
Vergil stood up and walked over to the food. Without a word he grabbed a pork egg roll and a box of fried rice with a fork. "I'm okay with this. You guys have what you want," he replied, walking to a nearby chair and began eating.
Liara followed suit by grabbing a marked container that held Chicken chow mein with pecan bits and a fork, sitting down near Dante to begin eating. Adara just grabbed one of the fortune cookies and made her way to the couch with a separate bag. She sprawled out, setting the bag on the floor beside her as she lounged, her feet up on one armrest while she leaned against the other. She carefully extricated a styrofoam bowl from within the bag, pulling out a plastic spoon and a napkin, resettling herself comfortably before pulling off the plastic lid. She let out a contented sigh as the rich scent of the egg drop soup floated on the steam up to her nose, grinning before beginning to eat.
For a while the group sat in silence, eating box after box of the food. Then, Dante dropped a noodle on the desk as he lifted the fork to his mouth. He set the fork back down in his second box of chow mein and gave a small smirk, reaching down to grab it and flick it at Liara. The tiny noodle hit her right in the forehead. She flinched as the cold noodle hit her above the eyes and fell off her face and onto her lap.
She looked up at him with a menacing smirk and pulled a long noodle out of her chow mein and threw it at him. The still warm noodle landed on his nose and hung there for a while. He looked down at it as it dangled there. Liara suddenly burst out in laugher at the look on his face.
Dante responded by throwing a noodle of his own. He purposefully aimed for her cleavage, his eyes following it as it hit its mark. She looked down at the noodle then up at him.
"I can get that out for you if you want," he offered with a wide, cheesy grin.
"Oh, you would like that wouldn't you," Liara said, responding to the flirtatious statement.
He raised an eyebrow at her remark and opened his mouth to respond, only to find three noodles flying at him. One hit his cheek, followed by one partway in his mouth and another on his shoulder.
The commotion at the desk drew Adara's attention for a moment. When she saw the food fight beginning, she just rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to her food. Vergil moved his chair a couple feet closer to her, stopping near her feet, his attention divided between his food and her. When he saw her roll her eyes again at the continuing fight, he couldn't help but respond. "They look to be having fun," he ventured hesitantly, remembering vividly the last time he had attempted to initiate a conversation, and the rapid, rather harsh, rebuff she had given.
"It's childish," Adara scoffed, not looking up from the cardboard container in her hand. She expertly used her chopsticks to snag a sautéed chunk of onion, bringing it to her mouth with a practiced ease.
"I suppose," Vergil allowed, somewhat relieved she seemed at least willing to share an innocuous conversation without snapping at him. "But just the same, they're both more relaxed than they have been in days."
Adara frowned, clearly not agreeing with him, but only shook her head in response.
Vergil considered himself lucky that she had consented to speak as long, and civilly, as she had, and turned his attention back to his own food without any attempt to jump-start the conversation. Instead, he glanced up at the dueling pair, now squared off in the center of the room, cartons of chow mein grasped in each of their hands, their forks, and all pretense of eating, long since dropped.
Liara nailed Dante with a stir-fried chunk of celery on his cheek, grinning as it dropped off, leaving a smear of sauce behind it.
Dante replied with a few noodles of his own. Liara saw it coming and ducked. The cold chow mein flew over her head and she watched with mild, but growing, horror as it impacted with Adara's neck, dripping down to her shoulder.
The shock of cold startled Adara from her consumption of her vegetable lo mein, and her eyes widened when the slimy noodles slid down the side of her neck. She picked the noodles off her shoulder and held them up in front of her eyes, glancing at them curiously, as though unsure what they were. Liara looked prepared for retaliation, but she just dropped the noodles disdainfully to the floor, muttering under her breath about how disgraceful their childish behavior was. Without further ceremony, she took a napkin and wiped off her neck, before picking up her chopsticks again and bringing a bite of noodles and vegetables to her mouth.