"And you're sure that'll work, Dante?"

Dante smiled at the student as he wiped down Ms. Nekonome's desk. He nodded his head at the disguised "Kappa" standing across from him, "Sure it'll work. Just go up to her and tell her how you feel. Worst thing she can say is n-"

Dante stopped himself. He looked at the floor to hide the frown that appeared on his face. He had just remembered that he was giving this kid, a monster, advice on how to get a female monster to date him. There were, actually, plenty of things that she could do to him that were decidedly worse than just saying no.

When he got his smile back he met the kid's eyes and shook his head, "Scratch that. Just go on and live a little, kid. But remember that getting a date ain't worth losing blood over. Alright?"

The kappa nodded his head, green matted hair barely moving as he did so. A goofy smile split his face as he started heading towards the door, "Alright! I'm gonna go talk to Misuki-chan right now! Thanks, Dante-senpai!"

"Don't mention it," he shouted without watching the kid leave. When he heard the door close, he sighed with a shake of his head. He put the dust cloth into a drawer in Ms. Nekonome's desk before leaping over it. He landed on the other side, picking up a bag that had been left for him as he did so. He started to walk along the room, reaching into the bag every now and then to get a clean cloth out. Then he used it to dust off the students' desks as he passed by.

He had been with her for two more classes now and nothing really interesting had happened. He made sure to give both of the new groups of students a different greeting from the one with Lover Boy in it. Mainly to keep things interesting for him and the kids. Now he had some free time, but Kitty Cat asked him to clean up while she went off on her own. He didn't really mind that much. It gave him some time to himself. Let him consider a few things.

The first thing on his mind was what he was gonna do for lunch? Obviously he would drag Vergil along. The two hadn't had a family dinner together since...forever. So, he figured it would be a good idea to have one. Especially since, technically speaking, they didn't have to worry about demons destroying the world anytime soon. Though, he was worried that Vergil would get him to go somewhere really fancy. Rather than accept the simple pleasures of finding a pizza joint or a ice cream shop and enjoying each others company. Well...in a way that didn't involve them trying to kill each other.

As he walked down the rows of chairs, he spotted a crumbled up wad of paper on the floor. With a cheeky grin, he kicked the paper ball up onto his foot. He kicked it a few extra times to keep it in the air. Alternating between feet he eventually managed to get a rhythm going. Once he counted up to fifty kicks, he did one more that sent the wad into a trash can next to Kitty Cat's desk.

"It's good," he said to himself with a chuckle. Then he went back to cleaning the room.

The second thing on his mind concerned Lover Boy. Specifically, how he was gonna manage teaching the kid anything. With the "Give him a bunch of guns" plan scrapped, he had to actually put in some work to help him out. Which was easier said than done. Dante was good at a lot of things. But something he had never had to do was teach someone else how to do...anything really. Well, someone who wasn't already at his level or near it like Nero was. He had no frame of reference for how he was gonna actually show the human kid how to fight. Not to mention that most of his own skills were more instinctual than anything. He had trained to ensure that his fighting prowess was at the pinnacle, sure. But, usually, he just "got" things when it came to fighting. The best ways to use his Devil Arms came naturally to him.

That's not to say he's completely without a paddle when it came to training the human. At the end of the day, Martial Arts was, at its most basic, finding the best way to block and throw a punch or kick. Something anyone could learn with enough repetition. Granted for a normal person that repetition will usually take weeks or even months of study and practice. But it was possible. So, leading the kid through some basic moves to both take and throw a punch would work at the start. From there, though...he wasn't entirely sure.

He frowned while wiping down one of the desk. When the dust cloth seemed to be getting too dirty, he replaced it with a new one. Then he went back to cleaning.

Teaching the kid normal Martial Arts was easy. It was getting into the "real stuff" that would be difficult. Him and his brother had the luxury of their own demonic power sources to draw from for their abilities. And, unless Lover Boy was hiding something, he didn't have that. Or that "Yokai Power" stuff that Vergil was talking about. Meaning Dante would need to figure out some other way to get the kid into the Supernatural side of Martial Arts.

Loaning the kid a Devil Arm was a possibility. But that was-

Dante stopped what he was doing. He looked up from the desk he was wiping down and turned his attention towards the door to the classroom. The next moment a student, clearly a third-year if Dante remembered the uniforms each class got correctly, stepped into the room. He was taller than any of the students Dante had met so far. Actually came up to Dante's neck. Kid looked like he was almost old enough to drink. He wore a black version of the Academy's uniform, with dark brown hair that fell down the back of his neck. He wore glasses over his dark brown eyes, and stepped into the room with a air of curiosity about him.

His gaze met Dante's a second later. The student straightened up and bowed deeply in greeting, "Oh, so you are in here. Greetings. My name is Kaneshiro Hokuto, the Student Council President of Yokai Academy. Would I be correct in suggesting you are the new Teacher's Assistant that was recently hired?"

Dante put on his trademark grin. He put his dust cloth in the bag and leaned against one of the desk, "That would be me. Name's Dante. Just Dante. Don't really do all that honorifics stuff you kids like to do."

"So, you are a foreigner, then?" Kaneshiro asked while straightening himself.

"Yep. Born and raised in a little hole in the wall somewhere in the west. Can't hardly remember a thing about it though," Dante shrugged before heading over to the student. He stopped a respectable distance from Kaneshiro, "So, what's Mr. President doing here? Shouldn't you be off at one of your official meetings?"

Kaneshiro shook his head, "Oh, no. We're not going to be meeting this week. It's meant to give us sometime to get used to the new year. And say hello to the incoming first years."

Dante nodded, "Ah, alright then. But, sorry to say, you're a bit late to say hello to these first years. They've all gone off to do their own things."

Dante waved an arm at the empty classroom. Kaneshiro chuckled, "I can see that. But, no. I came here to greet you."

"Really now?" Dante raised an eyebrow.

Kaneshiro stood straighter and looked into Dante's eyes as he spoke, "As Student Council President, I am devoted to helping Yokai Academy reach its full potential. To ensure that the students here grow up safe and happy. So, that they may go out into the human world and become model citizens. In order to accomplish this, I must ensure I speak to all the Staff of the Academy. That way I am able to make the correct decisions to improve the lives of the students, while making things easier on the faculty members."

"Thus, why I came to speak with you. I wanted to let you know that, if there is anything you believe needs to be done in regards to improving the school, then you can come to me about it," Kaneshiro ended his speech with closed eyes and a warm smile.

Dante whistled, "Quite a speech there, Mr. President. But why give it to me? I just got hired and don't know much about this place. Still need to go on a full tour of it."

Dante walked over to Ms. Nekonome's desk. He leaned his back against it and stretched his arms towards the ceiling. He closed both his eyes but waved a hand to show he was still listening to the third year. Kaneshiro continued, "That's actually a boon in my eyes, Dante. Your inexperience with the school can offer new insight that someone who has been her for years couldn't give. Especially due to your origins. Such as, if you don't mind my asking, what is something that western schools do that would improve this Academy if we were to implement it?"

"Do you guys serve pizza in the lunch room?" Dante was quick to ask.

Kaneshiro blinked. Then he cleared his throat, "Um, I'm sorry. Could you repeat that?"

"Pizza. You know? Round, hot, covered in cheese, tomato sauce, and all kinds of toppings? You serve that here? I didn't get an definitive answer when I asked Gramps. So, I figured you'd be the next best person to bring it up to," Dante explained.

"Gramps?"

"Your Headmaster. The guy who hired me."

"Oh," Kaneshiro looked at the ground. He placed a hand on the back of his head as he thought about Dante's question. Then he answered, "I don't believe so. Do you think that would improve morale among the students if we did so?"

"100%," Dante's voice was filled with confidence, "There's not a single person on this planet that doesn't like a good pizza pie. Serve that at lunch? The students will be going crazy for it."

"I see. I will...see what I can do," Kaneshiro said before looking up at the clock in the classroom. He nodded his head, "I think it's about time I left. Thank you for giving me a moment of your time, Dante. I hope we can speak again later."

"Sure thing, Mr. President," Dante said while waving the kid off. Kaneshiro had just put his hand on the door when Dante called out to him, "Oh, but one more thing before you."

Kaneshiro stopped and turned to give Dante his full attention. His eyes were closed and his grin was back, "Did you need something from me, Dante?"

"Not exactly. Just wanted to give you some friendly advice. As thanks for listening to my proposal."

"Ah. Well, I'd welcome anything you have to tell me. I'm certain it'll help me improve the school. What did you wish to say?"

"If you try to hurt others because you're hurting, it doesn't make the pain go away."

Silence fell between the two.

Dante had opened one of his eyes and had it locked on Kaneshiro.

Kaneshiro still had his grin on his face.

After a few seconds of silence, the third year spoke, "Forgive me, Dante. But I'm not sure what you mean by that."

Dante shrugged, "Just giving you some pointers. I know a little something about wearing masks to hide your true feelings, kid. And let me tell you, yours is paper thin. I don't know what happened to ya to make ya like this. But making a bunch of other people's lives miserable because yours was won't make you feel better. Trust me."

Dante saw Kaneshiro's lips twitch. His mask cracked just a little bit. Then it came back as the Student Council President hummed, "I see. I'll be sure to keep that in mind. Thank you, Dante."

"No problem. Oh, and tell that friend of yours that he's not as sneaky as he thinks he is. I knew he entered the room before you, and saw him move into the shadows over there," he pointed a finger in the direction of a corner of the classroom. His eye locked onto it, then followed along as the invisible student in question left the room before Kaneshiro.

Kaneshiro pretended to not see anything. He just tilted his head in confusion, before excusing himself and leaving the room.

Dante let out an exasperated sigh, "Great. Another thing to add to the plate. Kid'll probably be going after Vergil next."

Dante chuckled, "Wish I could be there to see that."


Vergil was feeling slightly annoyed.

When his own break had come around, he had chosen to pay the Headmaster a visit. He was looking to make good on the demon's promise, and obtain a book from his own personal stash. The demon had acquiesced to that. But when Vergil specified the book he was after, it seemed to get defensive.

The book Vergil had asked for?

A book detailing sealing magic.

While what happened to the human boy didn't concern him, he had taken notice of the rosary on the vampire's chest. Specifically, because it was the same type that the demon had around his whole body. Knowing only fools would believe that a coincidence, Vergil took it upon himself to discover the connection between the two. Partially because the nature of sealing away certain parts of yourself for personal reasons was something he was familiar with. But primarily because he was certain that it had something to do with whatever plan the demon had for the school. And by extension, Dante and him.

Mikogami did end up giving Vergil the book he asked for...after trying to suggest other "more interesting" books. But even then, Vergil could tell that this was meant to limit his research. The book was tilted "A Dissertation On Sealing Magic". Which was less a book filled with explanations about what sealing magic was, and more a book filled with theories and guesswork as to what sealing magic could do. It was clearly meant for someone who had expert knowledge in regards to such magic.

Something that the demon clearly thought he wasn't.

He was, of course, mistaken. But Vergil saw no reason to let him know that.

However, the demon's attempts to stonewall his studies weren't what annoyed Vergil. He was already a fourth of the way through the book, though he wasn't any closer to figuring out what the connection between Mikogami and the vampire were. But, he knew he'd figure it out sooner or later. He had already begun drawing parallels between the two rosaries. If his hypothesis was correct, then Mikogami either created or some how got a hold of both is own rosary and the one Moka wore. It was just a working theory at this point though.

No. The reason he was annoyed was because of the various people who were currently interrupting his reading.

"Go on! Talk to him," said one of the five females currently tailing his every step. They thought he hadn't noticed them, but he knew they'd been following him since he left his Library. From what he could sense at least two of them were beast type Yokai, while the others were simple magic users. Likely witches like that one girl he helped get her book. They had been trying to get one of their own to come speak with him for sometime now. Though she had yet to come forward.

While he doubted any of them could cause him harm, he kept his guard up the entire time they were following him. Unlike his brother, he did not wish to take chances of being attacked from behind. Thus, while he appeared to only be paying attention to his book, he was keeping an eye on the five of them. In a sense.

Though they weren't nearly as annoying as the male who had decided to walk alongside him.

"Dude, come on. You see that, right?" the werewolf on his right stated while pointing behind Vergil. His ink black hair flowed around his light green eyes as he looked between the girls and the Son Of Sparda. He spoke in a questioning tone, "You've got some serious lookers following your every move. Aren't you gonna, I don't know, turn around and say hi?"

Vergil remained silent. He turned the page in his book while rounding a corner. The werewolf refused to leave him alone, however. He moved to stand in front of Vergil, walking backwards while trying to see over his book, "Cause if I were you, I'd be taking all five of them out for lunch. You know? Have a little fun with some hot girls and-"

"Then why do you not go speak to them?" Vergil cut the man off while keeping his eyes on the book, "I have no wish to fraternize with students. If it bothers you that much, then go have your own 'fun' with them."

Vergil pushed passed the werewolf, leaving him with a stunned expression on his face. He was barely aware of the man turning around and yelling, "Fine. Be a dick. See if I care!"

Vergil simply rolled his eyes. He hoped the werewolf would take his words to heart. If only because it would get the women off his back. Then he could proceed to read his book in pea-

Vergil tossed his book into the air and unsheathe the Yamato. He struck out at the wall to his right. He immediately felt resistance, but his weapon's blade cleaved through it without issue. He pulled it to a stop when his target dropped his invisibility. It revealed a silver haired boy in the uniform that the Academy's third years wore. He had a red vertically slit left pupil eye and a green horizontally slit pupil right eye. Both of which stared at Vergil with a mixture of excitement and fear. Looking to his left, Vergil saw that what he had sliced through was the boy's hand. He apparently attempted to block the strike with his bare ha...no, not bare hand.

"A shape-shifter of sorts?" Vergil posited as he looked down at the boy's bubbling flesh. It seemed to be trying to repair itself. But, judging by how the boy's eyes widened when he beheld his still missing hand, it was taking longer than usual. Vergil kept his blade where it was while turning his head to his right. There he saw another third year, but this was similar to the human boy.

No...wait...only a part of him was human. The rest was similar to the one with the Yamato to his neck.

The part-human's eyes had widened behind his glasses. He looked between Vergil and the shape-shifter, clearly distraught at the turn of events.

"Y-You know," the shape-shifter began, "Staff aren't supposed to hurt students."

Vergil cut his eyes at the boy, "And you believe I care about such things?"

The shape-shifter's nervous smile widened, "Well now...um...I'll admit. I'm not sure whether I should be scared out of my mind, or really really excited right now."

Vergil scoffed before pulling his blade away. He let the boy dropped to the floor, one hand on his missing stump. Then he sheathed Yamato, reached his hand up, and grabbed his book before it hit the floor. He opened it up to the last page he was at, before walking away from the shape-shifter. He spoke as he moved, "Consider this a warning to both of you. I am unsure of what plans the two of you have, but I wish no part in them. Do not approach me again. Unless you wish to die."

He walked passed the other third year with nary another word.

Hakuto Kaneshiro could only stand there, eyes wide, and his cold heart beating like crazy. He rushed to Kiria's side, holding his comrade's severed hand to its stump. However, while the flesh of the stump reconnected with the hand, it still took more than a minute to finish healing. Kaneshiro's eyes widened further as he began to realize exactly who he was dealing with.

"Kiria," he tried to keep his voice professional and calm, "What do you think of those two?"

Kiria, despite being injured and breathing heavily, still had the perpetual smile on his face. He looked over at his comrade with a full toothed grin, "Being honest? They are so interesting. Maybe a bit too interesting. Even for me."

"So you're saying that-"

"Alone? One of them could completely ruin our plans. Together? We stand no chance."


Just a bit more set up. Next Chapter we'll have some more of the brothers together, then they meet a certain white haired vampire.

Review Replies:

Oh: Again, I just ask that you be patient. This is not going to be another one of those fanfics. I can assure you on that. But I do need to do setup before I just ram into the Canon breaking.

The Baz: There's a reason he didn't actually let Tsukune fire it.

Guest #1: Not entirely sure. Some people think the fact that Vergil could become V again was just a gameplay thing. Though, I do think it would be funny to see. So...no confirmation for now.

Salamandra: Not sure yet. Dante will likely go through a bunch of different styles first, then see which one fits him. His main issue is figuring out how to get the kid something on par with Yokai Power.

Guest #2: I did not know that. Not sure what that has to do with this Fanfic though. But thanks for the info.

Guest #3: Perhaps. He'll need the strength at least.

PHLOGISTON: Oh, that meeting is gonna be fun to write.