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Before I start, I have to say a few things concerning this fiction obviously; first my apologies to you about the last chapter, because it was untitled and had a few mistakes, secondly I would really appreciate it if yall would take some time to review, because I really want to know what you think of it and tell me if something's wrong. And the last thing is that I'm shortening the college stuff so the twins can also spend some time elsewhere. The Summary is written below; please read it before proceeding to the story. Thank you loads! Hope you would like it!


Summary: Two weeks had gone by since the twins started college. In these days Dante and Virgil are well-known. The guy who mistakened Dante for Virgil was C.J, he came to thank him for the Ad math class because of him they got they whole period off (and yeah Dante got really pissed off when C.J called him Virgil, they into a fight and even got detention by the…Math teacher) Eventually, Virgil befriended with C.J and some other three guys.

Sparda and Eva; as I forgot to mention previously are in vacationing in Hawaii, Dante and Virgil doesn't know why, when Dante asked his dad he just responded that 'they need some time alone'…


.Chapter Two.

The Wrath of the Beast

"I can't do it!" Dante threw the pencil down in total frustration and deliberately banged his head on the surface of his work table.

THACCKK!

"Owwwwww…" he rubbed the stinging sore spot. Dante was writing an essay which was really hard…in his opinion. It was seven in the evening, but as it was in the middle of December the sky was almost cloudy and darkness was approaching really fast. The open windows of 'Devil May Cry' sent in blows of chilly wind in waves which made Dante shiver every now and then.

Just then the front door banged open noisily---BANG!---and Virgil marched in carrying two brown paper bags in each arm, sure enough Virgil was at the grocery store.

"I'm home" he called out flatly

"Virgil!" Dante rushed over to his older brother carrying the essay paper. "I was waiting for you! Where have you been!"

"I was at work, dear brother" Virgil replied rather solemnly.

"Work?" Dante exploded into laughter. "You work? Since when? And how come I don't know about it?" he questioned, folding his arms.

Virgil frowned at him "Of course, how could you…"he paused for a second and sighed "…when you don't even give a damn about you brother!" Virgil snapped at Dante. This wasn't the first time Virgil said that sentence, Dante had been hearing it since three months ago when they escaped from the mysterious tower (which isn't mysterious anymore) that materialized magically near Dante's office. They could still see the ruins of temen-ni-gru from the rusty framed window of the apartment.

That certain phrase caused Dante's eyes to widen in surprise "Hey, wait a sec here! YOURE telling ME tat I DON'T care about YOU?" he poked Virgil in the chest.

"That is exactly what I'm trying to say!" he brushed his hand off him and dropped the groceries on Dante's work desk---THUD!----

And without another word Virgil stormed past Dante who watched him with a scowl; and stomped up the rickety old stairs to their bedroom. ---BANG!---the door slammed.

Dante shrugged "Must be a bad day at work…" and then he noticed the paper in his hand; because of clutching it so tightly in rage the paper had lines on it.

"Damn it!" he tossed the paper on the floor with force and collapsed on the shabby old velvet sofa.

2 Hours Later

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm drowning in whipped cream!" Dante woke up instantly from a dream, he was breathing hard and was heavily drenched in sweat----whoa thank god it was just a dream---he wiped his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand.

Pieces of the dream still floated in his head…something like Virgil shooting him with a whipped-cream-filled-bazooka-sized…shotgun? That was a REALLY weird dream; Virgil doesn't use guns in real life, Dante thought---Oh, well dreams are always strange---

Dante rubbed his face and got up, and then he realized he dozed off on the couch---Virgil? Where is he? ---Then it hit him---Oh yeah he's upstairs…bad mood…and all that shit---He checked his wristwatch (9:15pm); went upstairs and turned the corroded knob of the old door----SCREECH!---the rusted hinges made a weird sound that made Dante clench his teeth. And slowly like a sly fox he peered in and what he saw left him flabbergasted.

"PINK!" Dante went like this---> oO

2 hours ago

---BANG!---Virgil slammed the door so hard it nearly fell out from its rusty hinges. The sight of his comfy bed made him dash towards the inviting coziness; he quickly dashed and jumped on it and pulling out his Katana from under his bed he pierced and hacked his pillow to let out his wrath "AHHHHRRRGGGGGGG!" he screamed hysterically. Virgil went all wild and started chopping his bed into pieces "AHHHHHH!" then a voice inside his head went like ' Take it easy it's just a bed'.

Virgil stopped and took a deep breath---relax…he told himselfwhen he was feeling better he sat on the cold hard ground since the bed was…well…destroyed; and pinched the bridge of his nose.---Ah,Life…it can be so boring and…harshsometimes…---Virgil let out a sad sigh and stood up he approached the worn-out closet, (which Virgil and Dante both shared) pulled it open and seeked for his…diary---if that sneaky bastard finds out I have a diary…---he shakes his head---next day he would announce to the whole college!…why do I have such an immature brat for a brother…---

He sat down on the ground and scribbled and scribbled and scribbled until his hand was aching and couldn't write anymore. Half an hour had passed when Virgil was bored of writing and then a bulb flashed over his head; it meant he had a great idea. He rushed to his closet and searched for the light-pink t-shirt his friend got him on his last b-day. ---I never had the chance to wear this…because of my stupid idiot brother…---

Virgil loved the girly shirt a lot and he decided to try it on; why not? In fact Dante must have dozed off and he knew well that he should first knock instead of rushing in like an idiot or else…

Virgil stood in front of the full-length mirror and took off his blue shirt; then he slipped the disgustingly pink shirt over his head and straightened it; the shirt was oozing geekiness…He admired himself in the mirror and tried several different actions…

"Virgil, you're H –O -T…HOT!" Virgil licked his finger and placed it on his bum "sssssssssss…

"PINK!" Out of the blue a familiar voice came from behind Virgil which made him turn his attention towards the bedroom doorway. Sure enough his younger brother was peeking through the old door which was slightly ajar; with a shocked expression on his face.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!" Virgil growled.

"What does it look like…?" Dante pushed the door open wide and spreading his arms he finished his sentence "I was spying on you of course!" like it was most obvious.

Virgil glowered at him.

Dante studied Virgil carefully from head to toe and a torrent of laughter poured out from his mouth; and started to laugh hysterically.

"Yyoouu---hahha-ah look…ridic—ri ridicolus!HAHAHHAHHAHH" He gasped between the laughter; intentionally banging his fist on the door----THUD! THUD! THUD!

Virgil just glowered at him.

"AHAHHAHHHHHHHAAAA!" the scornful laughter went on and on and on and on

Virgil still glowered.

"HHAHHA---Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…" finally Dante took a deep breath "Okay, I'm finished" Dante replied, wiping a fake tear. Taking a look at Virgil, up and down again and gave him a wide goofy grin.

"Thank you" Virgil responds derisively and walked past Dante and down the stairs to the kitchen.

Dante shrugged and darted down the steps to the kitchen following his brother; he found him pillaging the small yellow fridge. The kitchen was really, only three people could fit inside, and then again there were only two people living here so it was not much of a problem.

"So, how's it going?" Dante asked casually leaning beside the wooden counter.

Virgil slammed the fridge hard and turned his head to Dante, who was standing behind him.

Dante sniggered at his girly pink shirt which was certainly tight on his muscular frame.

"Well, I am going out" he answered gravely

"Really? Right now? Where?"

"I'm going out, as if on a date you idiot!"

"Oh, so that means no demon-hunting tonight and no watching TV together?"

"Yes and yes"

"Nooooo! Why? But why?"

"Because I'm going out on a date, dimwit! I just told you a second ago!"

"Oooohhh, I see" Dante rubbed his chin.

"Yes, so follow me to the bedroom" Virgil took long strides and started upstairs.

"BEDROOM! Wha—"

"Just be quiet and do what I say" he snapped

"Oh, okay" Dante agreed and followed behind Virgil.

In The Bedroom

"Sooooo…What was it you wanted to ask me?" Dante asked casually, leaning against the door and brushing his silky white hair from his eyes.

Virgil ignored him, rummaged in the closet; tossing out all the clothes which now made an enormous pile on the floor. Eventually, Dante got tired and also sat on the ground, beside him, yawning.

Finally after five long minutes, Virgil pulled out several ties from his wardrobe.

"Ooooooh, what's that?" Dante asked eagerly eyeing the ties as if they were candy.

Virgil rolled his icy blue eyes at Dante and ignored his stupid question "Dante, help me choose a tie for my date tonight…"

Dante looked astounded "You trust moi style?"

"Shut up and tell me if I should go with this Bunny Tie that says, "I'm cuddly"..." Virgil shoved the Bunny tie in his face. Dante picked it up and quickly scrutinized it…sure enough it had a picture of adorable fuzzy white bunny rabbit on it.

Dante scratched his head "Bunny rabbits? Nah, I don't like 'em they're too cute."

Vergil continued without hesitation "The Golfer's Tie that says, "I'm athletic"…Or the Animal Print that says, "I'm wild"?" Virgil waited anxiously for Dante's reply.

"Ummm…"Dante started digging in the pile of clothes "How about this one?" he suggested

"The Clip-On that screams, "I'm a Geek"!" Dante scoffed and with that he collapsed on the floor and with laughter he started banging his fist on the ground…yet again.

Virgil examined the tie he tossed him; it was pink and yellow striped AND dorky. "Grrrrrrr…" a snarl escaped his mouth…That was it, Virgil couldn't take it any more, he went insane all of a sudden and with absolute fury he lunged at Dante. Virgil started strangling Dante frantically

"ACCKKKK! STOP KILLING ME YOU RETARD!" Dante yelled continuously. "Stop it! Stop It! STOP ITTT, AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Dante constantly kept struggling.

"Or what? What will YOU do you—you—you pesky lil' pipsqueak—you!" Virgil stuttered enraged; Virgil sat on top of Dante and strangled him and choked him and thwacked his head hard on the cold floor, again and again and again---THACKKKK!THACKKK!

"OWWWW! STOP IT OR MY HEAD WILL CRACK AND AND AND MY ---BRAINS WILL POP OUTTT!AHHHHHH!" Dante screamed at the top of his lungs; still struggling and kicking furiously at Virgil. The mighty weight of Virgil pinned him down to the floor real good.

"YOU DON'T HAVE ANY BRAINS YOU DUMBASS!" Virgil reminded him.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!I'M GONNA TELL MOM!" Dante shrieked in his ear then with a powerful force he kicked Virgil in the ass and awkwardly limped out the room. Virgil was left stunned and started rubbing his ear in which Dante yelled. Virgil stood up also limping and with a shaky hand on his hip he stumbled to the doorway, through which Dante went off.

In the Meantime, breathing hard Dante rushed down the stairs and darted towards his work table; to the black old-fashioned telephone and with his heart thudding loudly in his chest he quickly dialed in Eva's cell phone number.

"I'M COMING TO GET YOU, DANTE!" Virgil roared from the bedroom.

Dante's eyes were glued on the upstairs doorway. He could see a pink-shirted Virgil stumbling on the doorway.

"Come on tele! Quick…Quick…quick…quick…" Dante chanted.

Beep…Beep…Beep…; one bell two bells, three bells…

"Hello?" answered a female voice

"HELLO! HELLO! Mom, mommy is that YOU?" he shouted in the phone

"Oh, I'm sorry, this is Helen. Eva's in the changing room, you're Dante right?"

"Listen lady! I NEED to talk to my MOM!RIGHT NOW!" Dante growled.

"But your--- -beep beep beep beep…" went the line.

"What the--?" Dante gasped in horror; it took him a whole minute to realize that a finger was placed on the 'cut-button' and that finger belonged to a certain someone---

Dante gulped and looked up at---Virgil!

"Im gonna getcha!" was the last thing Dante heard Virgil said.

"YYYAAHHHHHHHH!" Dante dashed around and around the room finding the front door; when he finally found it he yanked it open and without glancing back he swiftly fled out into the cold starless night.

Caffeine (an hour later)

"Man, my bro is insane…" Dante declared and took a sip from his cappuccino. The moonlight streamed in through the long windows of the small orangey café. The surroundings of this place made Dante feel a lot comfortable; not a glimpse of a spiky white hairdo guy lurking around in the darkness, waiting for the right minute to strangle him. All was quiet and peaceful, just what he preferred at the moment…

"What did he do now?" the bartender shook his head; he heard that a thousand times already. This certain bartender was his ol' chum, a friend, a certain someone who he could spill his beans to.

"He chased me…out of my own apartment…" Dante sighed miserably

"Most probably you must have done something wrong" he stated, wiping the wooden counter.

Dante took another long sip from his delicious hot frothy cappuccino "I? What did I do?" he said with a slight angry tone "I didn't do ANYTHING wrong!" he snarled.----CLANK!----He dropped the empty mug on the wooden counter expressing a little annoyance. But today the ol chum didn't look like the one he should confide to, because he refused to take Dante's side and that bothered him like hell.

"Bob, you're no use!" he declared, putting on his black leather jacket hastily "I'm outta here! Peace out, dude!" with that he walked out the shiny glass double front doors and stepped out into the night.

Not a soul was in sight, even the stars were asleep and the Moon hung low like it was pulled by someone closer to Earth with a lasso. Not a single sound was head until………

……………CRASH!


Well, It took me a long time to write this one! Although it wasn't funny I promise ill make the next one worth reading…

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