Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry or any of the characters associated with the Devil May Cry franchise. Those characters are owned by Cap com
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Dante and Virgil Sparta sat sadly at their respective sides of the breakfast table. They were both thinking about their weekends, for Dante this meant the party on Friday, and Saturday along with his downtime on Sunday. Virgil on the other hand, hand written a three thousand-page essay for their history class. Dante hadn't started his essay.
They both felt it; they were half devils after all. Strange feelings of dread fill both their stomachs. It had been getting stronger and from what Virgil though, would happen extremely soon.
"So bro, did you do my essay too?" Dante asked.
"Of course not, if I do all your work for you, you would become weak and complacent," replied Virgil in a menacingly calm voice.
"We had best start going to school. We don't want to be late. We must also talk about the danger at hand," said Virgil.
"Pfft, you worry too much Verg," pointed out Dante.
"Just go get ready" Virgil whispered.
Dante stepped outside in a white t-shirt with a red biking jacket over top. He also wore brown baggy pants with army boots. Virgil came up behind him wearing a tighter blue jacket, with blue dress pants and black leather shoes, his hair combed back so he wouldn't be mistaken as Dante. Both wore there half's of their mothers pendant.
Dante's motorcycle sat to the left of Virgil blue sedan. As Dante was hopping onto his bike, Virgil grabbed his arm and pulled him towards his car.
"We can use this to talk about the increasing demonic auras," He said.
"But how would it look if the most popular guy, not too mention the most handsome rolled up to school with his brother," Complained Dante.
"I'm just as popular as you, we're twins and we even hang out with the same people." Said Virgil.
Dante ran his biking gloves through his silver hair with an agitated look on his face.
"Oh, how I hate you," he said.
"Yes, yes I know you've told me before, now get in," Virgil stated.
Dante shrugged, apparently feeling that the fight was not worth it. He got in the passenger seat of the car and waited as Virgil drove out of their winding driveway before they began to discuss the growing demonic auras.
Dante was surprised to find that Virgil had placed teleportation tracers on all of their weaponry, so that they could call upon it without having to go through demon hordes to get to their house.
Virgil had also placed it on their battle dresses, although Dante felt that that was not necessary, he reminded himself that fighting without style was not fighting at all.
They arrived at Westworld high school, as they simultaneously stood up and out of the car, they could tell that small huddled groups of "young" ladies look at them. Dante and Virgil always knew about the looks they received by the opposite sex at their school, Dante took full advantage of it, while Virgil found it more of a burden, but the girls found his "shyness" cute.
Once a quarter way through the roundabout that sat in the front of the main entranceway two people approached them from their gang of friends, Evan and Michaella.
Evan was another one of those boys that, like Dante and Virgil, got looks from the girl wherever he went. He wore his standard black hoodie with blue baggy jeans. Michaella was a shorter Latino girl who wore a lot of eyeliner but still looked quite natural for some reason. She wore a long tight white tank top with tight dickies jeans.
"Ah Dante I see you survived Saturday," exclaimed Evan in mocked shock.
Dante smiled as Michaella hit his arm, stopping him from saying anything else.
So, Michaella where were you this weekend anyway?" asked Vergil, who was thoroughly curious.
"I was...um researching" said replied weakly.
Virgil nodded, noticed how uncomfortable Michaella was at the question and decided not to press it. They continued on their way to the front entranceway.
Once inside the remainder of the gang, now seeing that their stars Dante and Virgil had arrived began crowding together before moving to the secluded area near the music room
Jordan and Josef leaned against the sidewall, completely intend on allowing the others to carry the conversation. They both wore much the same clothes, such as dark tighter blue jeans and red and black shirts that each said something different.
Aaron and Jenn let the others do their thing as they huddled together, the others didn't mind, they were a couple after all. Aaron wore baggy jeans and a loose and extremely old brown shirt. Jenn wore a tank top the showed her midriff as well as tight jeans that seems to be shaped to her so she couldn't get them off.
They continued to talk about trivial teenage matters until the bell rang, they all moved to their lockers which were all in the same place. They bid their goodbyes as they left to go to their classes.