NOTE: Most stories in this section will be quick one shots that recieve one attempt and nothing else. I'll let you know otherwise. By the way, I don'y care what the comments that I got say, just that I got them. Thank you peoples!
Disclamer: As I've said in other chapters of another story, I do not now, nor did I ever, own DMC.
Dante walked into the room with a wide grin on his face. A girl that Vergil'd only seen once or twice folllowed him out of the room they'd been in. Vergil payed the two no attention, until they started to laugh at something. He looked up to see they were sarring at him. He checked to see that he was free of coffe stains, odd hair colorings, things wrapped around his neck, signs on his back or chest, embarassing qaulities, glue and various other too numerous to mention things. When he was thoroughly enspected his clothing and his hair, he looked behind himself. Nothing... What could be so funny?
He sat back down in his chair. Taking his book back into his hands, Vergil continued to read a rather large chapter. Suddenlly, Dante and the girl broke out laughing so hard they nearly pissed their pants. Vergil had to know what could hold such hillarity. He got up and ran around the house like a maniac. He convenently forgot about his own room. When he came back, they started to laugh even harder at the bewieldered look on his face. "What the hell is so funny!" Vergil asked, inraged.
They were laughing too hard to answer, and so, a very annoyed Vergil grabbed his book and went to his room to read and think. When he got there, he was appaled to see his bed.
"DANTE!" Vergil holored in a voice filled with rage and disgust. He fell on the floor laughing and stayed there for four days because Vergil wouldn't let him up.
"That's cold blooded, Vergil!" Dante screamed as Vergil did the same to hid bed with someone random. He also made Dante watch soap operas.
If you don'y get it, come back in a few years...