theUndertakerx: (I know this was for chapter one but I forgot to do this last chapter .) XD Yeah, I really liked writing Dante's attack on Nero's arm. I could just see him doing that for some reason. As far as their maturity level there, I purposefully made Vergil really mature for an eight year old since he's like taking care of Dante and stuff...plus I'm bad at dumbing it down enough sometimes lol. But thanks for the review! :3
bitbyboth: XD yeah I don't think I'd want Dante doing my homework either. But Nero probably just didn't want to do it himself. As for the jock, I'm sure they'll probably get what's coming to them ;D. I'm so glad you like the story! I honestly wasn't sure how well this idea would go over, but I'm glad I was able to get someone to read it who normally wouldn't! Thanks for the review!
noiroux: That review was a definite confidence booster. I'm glad I was able to capture their personalities well. I was a little surprised at how easy it was after I started writing xD. Thanks for reviewing!
Alright! So here's chapter three! Sorry, it's a bit on the short side, but at least it's done! And while I'm rambling up here, unfortunately I'm not sure how regular these updates will be, considering all the homework I seem to be getting this year. But I will do my best to update whenever I get the chance and inspiration! ^_^
Soooooooooooooooo...enjoy! ;P
Saturday morning dawned overcast and gray, rain threatening to fall at any second. The half devils of Westbrook school's mood were just as dismal as the weather. Especially in the warmer months, weekends meant spending time outside, rather than cooped up in the school building as they are during the week. Even Vergil welcomed the option to spend time outside in the fresh air, even though he usually only read or studied while Dante and Nero squirreled around.
Most annoyed of the three was easily Dante. Besides going downstairs for breakfast and lunch, Dante had been sat on the windowsill with his forehead pressed to the glass willing the rain to cease with his mind. He growled at the falling droplets for the millionth time that day.
Vergil and Nero both exchanged exasperated looks before Vergil closed his book and said, "Dante, stop growling and sighing at the rain. It doesn't care that you can't go outside because of it, and you're annoying me and Nero."
Dante just shot his brother a glare, then turned his attention back to the gloomy ouside world. He banged his head on the pane of glass repeatedly, dull thudding sounds filling the otherwise silent room. Vergil just rolled his eyes and reopened his book.
"Maybe the weather is punishing you, Dante," Nero offered, a slight smirk on his lips. "I mean, it was sunny all week. Maybe if you straighten up and stop being such an ass, the weather won't torture you like this." The eldest devil chuckled softly behind his book.
Unamused, Dante threw the closest item to him, which ironically happened to be a textbook, at Nero. The youngest of the three barely dodged the projectile. It hit the wall with a loud bang and fell onto the ground. Nero glared at his attacker. "It was a joke you asshole. I would think you'd know all about that."
Dante responded to Nero's statement with a huff and hopped off the windowsill. He wrenched the dorm's door open. "C'mon. We're finding something to do even if it kills us."
Nero shrugged and slipped his sling on before joining Dante at the door. Vergil, however, shook his head and waved them off. "You two go ahead. I'm going to finish my book."
"Neeeeeeeeeeeerd!" Dante taunted, now in a much better mood than previously. He then turned to Nero. "Well, let's go."
The two younger half humans descended the staircase to the hallway below. When they reached the end of the corridor, Nero decided to question Dante. "So...where are we going exactly?"
With a shrug, Dante replied, "Dunno yet."
"Sounds fun," said Nero, sarcasm obvious in his tone. "Do you ever think anything through first?"
Dante turned a corner sharply, causing Nero to almost run into him. "Watch what you're doing. And no, not usually. I'd be too much like Vergil if I were thinking every little thing out, wouldn't I?"
Nero snorted, restraining himself with difficulty from saying that this would be an enormous improvement. He knew saying something like that would definitely result in pain somewhere down the line, Dante the one to inflict it. Instead, the younger half demon improvised with, "I have a feeling I'm going to regret following you."
Stopping in the middle of the hall, Dante ran his fingers through silver hair, his electric blue eyes searching for any sort of inspiration. "You know that even just walking around this place is ten times more fun than just sitting up in our room." The red-clad teen turned the knob of one of the classrooms and pulled the door open. A flash of lightning briefly illuminated the dark room, throwing light over the abandoned desks. Being half demon, Dante had never had trouble seeing in the dark and was able to navigate to the light switch with ease.
"A classroom Dante? Doesn't really seem your style..." Nero entered the room as well, automatically feeling a dramatic drop in the temperature. He shivered, and pulled his navy blue, short-sleeved hoodie closer to his body. "Why the fuck is it so cold in here?"
Dante hadn't noticed the chill in the air until Nero had pointed it out. Glancing around the room, he noticed that the window behind the teacher's desk was wide open. Mumbling about idiot teachers leaving their windows open, Dante crossed the classroom, splashing through a decent-sized puddle of water that had accumulated in front of the window. He kicked the office chair from behind the desk to the front of the window and hopped up onto it. Reaching up, Dante gripped the bottom of the window and suddenly froze. Outside on the grounds, a figured wrapped in what looked like a tattered cloak was stood, seeming to be staring at the school.
The younger of the duo raised an eyebrow when he noticed Dante freeze up. "What's up, Dante?"
Without answering, Dante slammed the window shut, causing the glass to rattle dangerously. His heart was beating much faster than normal as he jumped down from the chair and strode quickly through the neatly arranged desks to the door. Curiosity and adrenaline were mixing as he tore down the corridor toward the front entrance of the school.
Nero dashed out of the room after him. "What the hell is your problem?" he shouted after him just as Dante flitted around a corner. The abandoned teen just growled and flipped around to return to their dorm to inform Vergil of Dante's whacked out behavior. He grumbled to himself, "I'm not chasing that idiot down...fuck that."
The devil in red didn't even notice his companion hadn't followed him as he sprinted toward the front of the school. He was so determined to figure out who the hell - or what the hell - would be standing out in the pouring rain, just staring up at the school as if it were some unfamiliar or fascinating building. He didn't even care to make a smart ass remark to the school janitor when he shouted after the teen to slow down.
Dante reached the front doors without running into anyone else and yanked it open. He stepped just outside the large doors, protected from the pelting rain by the awning, and searched the grounds with his azure orbs. His hands balled into fists out of frustration when he couldn't find the mysterious figure. Just as he was about to give up and return to the dorm, his eyes met with the image of the billowing cloak, though it was now standing directly in front of him hear the gate.
From this new, much closer distance, Dante could just make out the face of the stranger. Its complexion was pale white to gray. Though, what tipped the sixteen year old off to the fact that this cloaked figure wasn't human were the eyes - or lack of them - and its mouth. Black pits resided where the eyes should have been and its mouth hung open lazily and seemed almost as if it would not close.
The two stared (if you could call it that) each other down, both completely still. Then, a large scythe appeared out of nowhere in the hands of the stranger. Raising the weapon, the cloak figure flew toward toward Dante with speed he wouldn't have ever expected.
Dante seemed rooted to the spot from surprise and was barely able to dive out of the way before the scythe severed his neck. He landed on the concrete below hard and scrambled to his feet just in time to see the demon whip around to face him again. It raised the weapon above its head, preparing to bring it down on its half devil adversary, only to stop mid swing. Seeing an opening, Dante lunged to attack. But, the demon disappeared in a puff of some sort of black, dust-like smoke.
Extremely pissed off and somewhat unnerved by the fact he had just almost been decapitated, Dante growled and punched the wall before slipping back inside. He had to tell Vergil and Nero about the demon. He had a feeling this wasn't random...
After returning to the dorm, Nero had told Vergil about Dante freezing up in the empty classroom, then running off as if the building were on fire. The elder twin frowned at Nero's description, marked his place in his book, then led Nero back down the staircase leading to their room. Vergil, having known his twin his whole life, he was aware that this was not normal behavior, even for him.
Nero and Vergil came to a bend in the corner and collided with with their red-clad room mate, who was out of breath and slightly paler than normal. Vergil stood first and dusted himself off before hoisting the other white haired demons to their feet. He faced his twin and crossed his arms, brow furrowed. "Dante, what's going on?" he demanded of his brother. "Nero says you were acting weird."
"There was a demon outside," replied Dante shortly, trying to catch his breath.
Nero blinked stupidly at the news, but Vergil seemed unfazed."Are you sure it was a demon? I mean, I know you're bored, brother, but making something up like this is ridiculous..."
Dante narrowed his eyes. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure it was a demon. Especially when a huge scythe appeared in its hands out of nowhere, it tried to decapitate me, and then disappeared right before slicing me in half."
"But why would a demon be here?" Nero asked, failing to keep the note of fear out of his voice.
Vergil shook his head. "It was probably just a coincidence. The important thing is its gone now and your head is still firmly on your shoulders. So, let's go back to our room."
The three turned back in the direction Nero and Vergil had just come. They trudged back up to their room silently, all of them too deep in thought to speak to each other. None of them were satisfied with Vergil's explanation of a coincidence, not even Vergil himself. But, they all hoped it was merely a fluke and nothing more.