TITLE: Devil In Pink
RATING: PG-13. Contains mild gore and cursing.
# OF WORDS: 400 or more.
SUMMARY: The most dreaded day of the year, Valentine's Day.
NOTES: Very belated holiday fic. Half of the title comes from Utada Hikaru's Devil Inside.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. XP

He hated this holiday, with a passion. It was just too pink, lovey-dovey, and overall fake. This was an excuse for women to get even more gifts. As if their birthdays, anniversaries, Mother's Day, and Christmas weren't enough. At least he didn't have to worry about giving a female a gift… well, not anymore.

What he was worried about was his younger twin. He too didn't celebrate this holiday with fever. But he was more… eccentric of the two. Lord knows what kind of sick, twisted items he would present.

Hell, last year he gave Vergil a heart. Not those cardboard cards or chocolate boxes. No no no, he gave him a real, bleeding, still-beating demon heart. And the moron had the nerve to shove it in his face, while saying with a goofy grin, "Happy V-day, V!"

Vergil was afraid to come home.

But he still ran pass the main office doors, locking it in haste. A pack of females (from ages 14 and up) were stalking him the second he left the building. He didn't want to leave in the first place, but Dante being the idiot that he is, forgot to get the groceries the night before. Thus, leaving the task at hand to him.

He dropped the bags onto the kitchen's table and quickly made his way to the second floor. Stomping down the hallway, Vergil imagined himself causing brutal harm to his other half. Opening Dante's bedroom door with one hand, and Yamato in the other, he was ready to slice the little fucker. What he saw instead froze him in place. He didn't know how to react, but felt his lips move for him.

"…Dante. What. The. Fuck?"

Dante, who was in the middle of putting on some cherry-flavored lip balm, turned to Vergil and said,

"What? You're into this thing, right?"

"The clothes, yes. But not the make-up!"

"Pfft. Yeah, right. I know you're getting hot."

And to emphasize his point, Dante stretched, showing off a bit of his torso and winked seductively at his older brother. Vergil huffed, crossed his arms, and said,

"In your dreams."

"That too."

Vergil rolled his eyes, stepped inside, and locked the door anyway. Dante (barely) dressed as a geisha in a pink, floral yukata was too good to pass. He had to admit, this was the best Valentine's Day gift ever.