Disclaimer: I don't own it.
Rating: K+
Summary: Back when Dante and Vergil were kids, they came up with a saying . . .
Author Notes: Okay, so I just finished Devil May Cry 3, and I felt like writing something . . .

Jackpot!

It was a normal, summer day. Wind blowing between the buildings, the city actually seemed like a nice place to be for once. For once, the air was actually breathable, and the clouds were white instead of their usual dirty gray.

Lying on their backs, two boys stared up at these clouds. It was something they hadn't seen in a while.

"It's a nice day."

"Yeah, I guess." Sitting up, the boy ran his hand though his short, whitish hair. He brushed off the back of his red shirt, looking around at the city below. When he got up, the crimson amulet he wore around his neck banged against his chest. "Man, these things are so heavy, don't you think, Vergil?"

Vergil stood up and looked over the edge of the rooftop. "Stop being a baby, Dante. Let's do what we came here for."

Dante nodded and dragged a bucket full of water balloons over to where Vergil was standing. "So . . . now what?" His older brother rolled his eyes.

"You're so stupid."

"Am not!"

"Yeah-huh!" Vergil shoved Dante back, and in turn, Dante tugged at Vergil's blue sweater. "Okay, okay! Enough fighting! Let's just do this already!" Pouting a bit, Dante turned away and picked up a water balloon. "All you do is drop it on people who pass by. Get it?"

The 6 year old let go of the balloon, which landed right on a man's head. "Hah!" he yelled, "Jackpot!" At that, Vergil burst into laughter. "What's so funny?"

"You are! That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!" Vergil let go of a balloon, which merely landed on the pavement.

Dante stuck his tongue out. "Oh, yeah? Well, you're a lousy shot." He let go of a balloon, which landed on another person—this time, it was a woman with a grocery bag. "Beat that!"

"I will!" Vergil dropped a balloon, but his attempt was futile—it once again landed on the pavement. "Grrr!"

"Here," Dante grinned, "Let me help you!"

"I can do this by myself!" The boy muttered to himself, and let go of another balloon. This time, it landed on a man getting into a taxi cab. He yelled words that the two had never heard of before. "Jackpot!" Vergil yelled, jumping up and down.

Dante smiled a bit. "Nice one! But I thought 'jackpot' was 'stupid'."

"Well, it's not stupid anymore. I mean, I said it!" Vergil exclaimed proudly.

"Whaaatever."

The two both reached into the bucket, but there was only one more balloon. They glanced at each other for a moment before grabbing for it.

"Give it to me, Dante!"

"You give it to me!"

The two brothers tugged at each side of it, before it burst, getting both of them wet. They stared at each other before breaking out into laughter . . .

"JACKPOT!"

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Author Notes: Alright, that kind of sucked. Oh, well. Review anyway!