Subchapter 1: Happy Birthday Nicole!!!

(Keili's POV)

So the usual happened. Nicole and I woke up, Vergil and Dante accompanied us to and at school, nothing unusual…

Except for a couple of things.

First off, I wasn't used to Jose's presence. I stood next to Lady and Dante, awaiting the arrival of Mr. and Mrs. Vergil Sparda. (). We were entirely consumed in a passionate discussion about the stupid math teacher who threw away all the tests in Lady's class. I had totally forgot that he was going to Aegean until he popped up behind me. Lo siento, Jose. But you know the rules!

"WAH!!!!" I flailed in my reflexive shock, as he poked me in the side, ultimately hitting him in the stomach.

"Oh…my gawd…" He slumped next to Lady, who in fact, had taken quite a notice to each and every inch Jose moved.

Usually, Lady is cool and calm, not particularly jumpy like me but almost oblivious, when occupied, to everything around her. Her eyes watched him like a snake, or a hawk, or—

"Hey, aren't you the new kid?" Lady scrutinized his whole being, his black long sleeve shirt, jeans that were only slightly loose, not totally hanging or bound to his waist. His black hair fit his normal style. Jose's style was laid back in his own comfortable way. And I think Lady was digging it. "Jose Diaz, right?"

"Yeah," he semi-answered, suddenly conscious of why and how she knew his name.

She extended a helping hand, both in greeting and to help him up from the floor. "Student Council President Lady Lockhart."

"Uh…nice to meet you…" He looked away, flushed.

"I sense a couple!" Nicole popped up suddenly over Jose's shoulder, giving all of us a good scare.

"NICOLE!?!? YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE—" I screeched, yanking Dante, Lady, and Jose in a chain of people, turning a corner and disappearing into the crowd wandering the Fine Arts Halls.

Nicole stared blankly at the friends who just disappeared. "Wha…? Where'd you go?"

Vergil strode up next to her, hands in his dark jean pockets. She looked up to him with a strange kind of concern, like she did something. "Why'd they leave?"

"…I don't know…" She pouted. "But they just left, like I was gonna explodes."

"Who knows," Vergil narrowed his eyes, "At this point, I never know what you're gonna do next. You just might blow up…" He took a minute step away from his bewildered girlfriend.

"…Why don't you just ask her what she wants?!!?" Vergil hissed.

During lunch, I stole Vergil away from Nicky. She seemed confused again, poor girl. I yanked him around corners, just like before…into the lunch room, up the stairs to the Foreign Language Hall…through the Social Sciences Hall until finally, I slammed him against his back on the barest of walls next to the janitor's closet. I panted hard, fingers tangled in his collar. He must've got the wrong impression, I thought, looking at his eyes full of "wtf?" and "are you crazy?" added with a side of "holy hell".

"If this is anything of what I think it is, Dante's gonna kill you," he growled. "And Nicole will hate you forever."

"What do you think this is?!" I was taken aback, not understanding. "What do you think I'm doing?!"

"Nicole's your friend; I can't believe you would do such a thing."

"WHAT AM I DOING?!?!"

He hissed, "I should ask you that exact question!"

"Look," I sighed, "I have no idea what you're talking about. I was just gonna ask you what you think I should get Nicole for her birthday."

He paused, shocked. "…That was it…?"

"Yup." Now to come full-circle.

"…Why don't you just ask her what she wants?!!?" Vergil hissed, plucking my tiny hands of his collar and straightening himself up.

"Because she always says the same thing!!!"

"And what is that?"

"I don't know."

"How do you not know?!" Does Vergil not speak fucking English?!?! That's what she says you idiot!

"Vergil, Sprichst du Englisch?!?! Weißt du, was ich sage, du täuschst?!" I spat, annoyed. (Do you speak English?! Do you know what I'm saying, you fool?!")

Blankly he stared, so I dismissed it all, "Nevermind. We'll ask her."

And so, I took Vergil back to his sweetheart, my friend. She stared wide-eyed, like we did something, holding her beloved poptarts.

"Nicole," he side-glanced at me, "What do you want for your birthday?"

"I don't know," she quoted herself. I sighed, pressing at my temples in annoyance. I told Vergil she would do this. I told him!

Dante strolled up between me and Vergil, with a smile might I add, and greeted Nicole, "Hey brother's babe. Whaddya want for your birthday?"

She jumped, poptarts falling apart in her hands and crumbs peppering the ground. Her hoodie took some in, as well. "I don't know!!!"

"Just name anything," Dante added, smiling.

"ANYTHING?!?!" Vergil and I screamed at Dante. However, Dante had that crazy sparkle in his eyes, like 'I got this'.

Nicole got that near-insane, omahgah she's gonna kill us look in her eyes as she lowly reiterated, "Anything???"

You really fucked us this time Dante. Thanks, you idiot.

"Anything," he confirmed.

"…"

All went quiet. Until of course—

Jose popped up—just like everyone else!!! (xDD)—in our little circle, wondering what was going on, though pasted with a smile. "What's going on?"

"Dante made a deal with the she-devil," I told my old friend, whose smile quickly faded. He was the only person who knew just as well what would happen if anyone gave the option of 'anything' to a person like Nicole.

"ANYTHING?!?!!?" Jose bellowed, "AY DIOS MIO OMAHGAH!!!!!!!!!!!" He fell into one of his crazy frenzies that I always have to watch. Y'see, when he gets real excited or shocked or something, he repeats the same thing, and runs around like mad. It's hi-larious to watch. Like, seriously; he screamed, "OMAHGAH!!!!!" running around the cafeteria, the courtyard, the square-shaped school…

…People of third-period track were confused when they saw they had an extra runner…

…and Chemistry students nearly threw themselves out windows in fear that the wind induced by Speedy Jose would make the flame grow and destroy the chemicals they were working on…

…And the librarians were angry that he would scream in a library…

…and when he finally got back, he was extremely panting, chest rising and falling in quick succession. We all just sat there, because we heard him running all over the place. Nicole and I were smiling, because we have seen this before, and it was oh-so amusing. ;D

"You better?" I asked him, hand on my hip.

"Y-yeah…Nicole, did you decide while I was gone?" He bent over, clutching his knees to catch his breath.

"I did now," she smirked, "I WANT—"

We all stared.

"—A TRIP TO ROME, ITALY!"

We all stared.

Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!

School bell. Lunch A was over. Nicole and Vergil headed their way, as if she didn't just say Rome, Italy, and Dante, Jose and I turned our way to Honors Biology. Or, at least I think we all had the same class.

"Do you have Honors Bio next?" Dante asked Jose. "By the way, I didn't catch your name. What is it again?"

"I'm Jose," he kindly introduced himself to my boyfriend, "and yeah, I think I do."

(Later that evening, Jose's POV—THE FIRST OF MANY LOLOLOL)

So it was decided that we would regard Nicole's abnormal wishes and intentions of going to Rome, Italy. After all, what was the worse she could do? I told my mom as soon as I got home—I had gotten a ride from Vergil of the ever-so-kind Sparda twins—that Nicole wanted to go to Rome for a couple of days for her birthday. I was surprised at first that my mother ever considered the idea, but soon afterwards I was overjoyed that she was ushering me to pack my bags. Nicole, Keili, the twins and I were all to meet at the airport at 7:00 PM. I was kind of worried, because Dante and Vergil were paying for it—$5,880 total, $980 per person roundtrip, and the flight would last 19 HOURS!!! We're talking about; we'd land at around…11PM tomorrow night!

And when we boarded the plane, I half-expected mayhem from Nicole and Keili, for them to be acting up and stuff. But for once, the two girls—or should I say she-devil twins—actually behaved. In the first class area we sat, and it was just a beautiful and pristine as they show in the movies. We all sat in a right row; Vergil in the windows seat because he didn't mind; Nicole next to him because they were girlfriend-boyfriend lovey-dovey and stuff; I was in the middle because Nicole wanted to sit next to me and catch up; Keili was on my left, almost nauseating about lifting off and clinging to Dante but wanting to sit next to me all the same; and Dante on the outside, annoyed and nauseated about the cougar across the way hitting on him. Of course we all ignored her, but you know.

They were playing a movie; you could see it by looking at the back of the person's chair in front of you. A mini-plasma screen built into the back. Usually in coach they play some B rated movie. No, in here, they're playing movies that haven't even come out yet in this country. Like…THE DEVIL MAY CRY MOVIE!!! Say, the guy in Devil May Cry looks an awful lot like…

I looked over at Dante and Keili; they were fast asleep, his head laying on top of hers on top of his shoulder. Their fingers were laced together, a small one in a big one. Then I looked to my right, at Nicole and Vergil. Nicole and Vergil were staring out the window, at the passing clouds and the stars that seemed to glow brighter when higher in the sky.

"Look at that cloud…" Nicole whispered calmly (for once), "It looks like a teddy bear."

"That one over there looks like a cup."

"That's weird," I muttered to them, careful of not waking the sleeping couple. Nicole turned to look at me, giving me a warm smile with twinkling eyes. I could only return it back.

(19 hours later…)

The sun had set yet again while on board the plane. Keili finally threw up because we had been over Spain, and it looked so huge in the air that she felt sick to her stomach. Albeit she's from Germany, she flew to the US from overseas; she always sat on the inside. Her parents were smart enough not the let her sneak a peek outside in fear the child would throw an acrophobic fit. Dante learned soon enough just what I warned him about before we boarded the plane, and now he was carrying helping her clean herself up with reluctance.

"Gross…" was the only thing I heard for those fifteen minutes. Nicole only laughed that Dante had to help, but she knew that he would've done it either way.

And when we were over Italy, Nicole bounced in her seat like a small child, making all of us laugh.

"OMAHGAH OMAHGAH!!!" She shrieked.

The other people of first-class shot her glares that she easily shedded because she knew it was her birthday gift. We shot out of the plane, trying to find a hotel to stay in for the rest of the night, for it was now 11PM of the second day of flying.

(The next day…)

And I don't know how it was managed, but I do know this. Involved was a company which vends coffee called Bad-Ass Coffee, an angry Vergil, a Nicole who thinks she can do whatever she wants, and…I don't know where Dante and Keili ran off to. No one really cared about those two at the moment, for, as Nicole says, "it was her time to shine"…cue spirit fingers.

Anyways, we were walking around for about 38 minutes—Vergil had known the way and explained very crossly to Nicky that he wanted to see the Vatican City. By car it was only 10 minutes, but they wanted to walk instead, making it thrice as long. It's only about 3 kilometres anyway so why not…

Most of the time I was catching up with Nicky again, and we were discussing things that were different about Aegean compared to our old middle school, Keili, stuff like that. And I blinked, I swear, and Nicole had downed a cup of coffee.

I stared in shock, because Nicky and coffee…is a disaster. "Nicole…you didn't!!!"

"Do what?!" Vergil snapped, and he looked immediately at the coffee cup. "You didn't…no…not here…" We shared the same bewilderment, because we knew what fate awaited us, here in Italy.

She crushed foam coffee cup, tossing it over her shoulder into a nearby trash can with suddenly super awesome aim. This was a bad sign. I immediately screamed, "WHY?!?!?!" Earning the glares of Italians…yeah…look at the Hispanic guy.

"That was some Bad-Ass Coffee." She informed us, "I think I want some more."

"NO!" Vergil shouted, angry as all get-out.

"YES!!" She screamed back, grabbing at a passerby…

..or what we thought was a passerby…

"What are you doing?!" He screeched…He covered in the purest of whites, and crowned as the Pope.

THE FUCKING POPE—I didn't mean to curse. But the Pope!?!?

This was worst that we thought it was…

She held a harmless foam cup shard that she had fashioned just seconds earlier, holding it

His neck, the harmless Pope who just happened to have the worst of luck.

"What is this?!?!" He screeched again.

"Shut up!" She snapped at the Holy Man, then swiveled to Vergil and I, "MORE BAD ASS COFFEE NOW!"

(…)

And before we knew it…the girl was holding the Holy Man hostage on top of a pizzeria with a foam cup shard. We kept insisting no coffee…of course…and of course she didn't listen.

"BRING THAT HOLY MAN BACK DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT NICOLE!" Vergil and I both continuously threatened, but to no avail. She kept that high attitude and strange smile, like she was possessed! EVERYONE IN, NEAR THE VATICAN CITY, IN ROME—WHOLE ENTIRE ITALY WAS FREAKIN' OUT!!!

And suddenly—Keili came out of nowhere, smiling at what an atrocity Nicole was creating, holding the Pope hostage and what not…She saw us sweating bullets, me especially, and Dante and her both laughed at our faces.

"Dude," Dante exclaimed, "just give her the Bad-Ass Coffee!"

"Do you two," Vergil fumed, "Have any idea what this girl can do when given COFFEE?!"

Keili dismissed the idea with a wave, saying, "Please. Bad-Ass Coffee makes you crash easily. Give her about…" She looked at her watch, sticking up three fingers…

Two…

One…

"OMAHGAH NICOLE!!" I nearly squealed, watching as Nicole passed out on the roof, the Pope sighing in relief that the foam attacker had stopped. The four of us friends on the ground ran into the pizzeria and up to their roof to check on both the hostage and the 'coffee criminal'.

The Pope, extremely distraught, didn't know what to think when we all apologized for her behavior. He flailed his arms, only semi-cursing in Italian, stressing, "She could have lost her balance and killed us both!"

"Well," Keili laughed, "We apologize all the same. Our friend meant no harm...she's a little out of her mind…we came to Italy as her birthday gift."

"You can say that again…" I growled, slightly flustered like the Holy Man.

Though, he seemed to have calmed down, a remote smile settling on his face. "I accept. After all, I wouldn't be a Man of God is I didn't would I?"

"Not really…" I replied, voicing everyone's opinion in two words.

"Tell you what," the Pope explained, "I'll let you stay in Rome, won't press any charges or anything, and we will give you five as much as you want in clothes or anything. Just name it."

We all looked at him, in surprise. Astonished we were, and surprisingly, we all agreed with no argument. He was a nice man, the Pope. I'm really glad we didn't have charges pressed against us…

"BAD-ASS COFFEE!" Nicole bolted up, suddenly scared, frightened, maybe from a dream. She looked at all of us, heaving like a mad man, whispering, "That is too bad-ass coffee…"

-end-


A/n

Don't ask. It took the LONGEST TIME TO GET THIS OUT CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!!? I still have to do the Halloween one…I've been stocked on homework out the wazoo, so bear with me please? It was chibi-suke07's birthday October 28th, so if you could wish her a happy birthday, ne? HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY NICOLE!!!