Dante

Well, it seems as if I'm having a better day. Patty has gotten off my case for a while and both Trish and Lady haven't visited.

I sat down at my favorite booth and ordered another Strawberry Sundae. They're so sweet and taste quite good for human food.

"How's Herokii doing?" I asked when a female with bright red hair sat across from me. "Beryl?"

"He got sick yesterday and his boss fired him because of that," the red head replied, sighing. "He's sick in bed right now."

"Are you sure?" I inhaled the rest of my sundae.

"Well, that's how I left him..." Beryl hesitated. "Anyways, I found him a new job. He might not like it though. I didn't reply as I got up and left a tip. "It's at a night club called Guilty Pleasures."

"That new place?" I asked, leaning on the counter and waiting to pay.

"Yeah," She answered, now standing. "I ran into a guy that looked almost like you too..." I felt my eye twitch momentarily when I heard that.

I shook my head and paid for the ice cream sundae. I reached for the door handle but, before I could grasp it, the door was yanked open.

I stared face-to-face with my mirror image. His hair was more scruffled than I remembered it but he was still wearing that same blue cloak, his signature. He was clutching a green and black plastic bag, the same used at a certain CD store I know of. "Vergil?" I asked, almost surprised.

"Who's Vergil?" He asked. "My name's Nelo Angel-"

"No!" I cut him off. "You. Are. Vergil. My twin brother!" I glared at him but quickly calmed down when Vergil had a confused look on his face. "How the hell did you come back to life?"

"I'm guessing you're Dante?" I nodded.

"I'm seeing double..." I turned around to see Beryl rubbing her eyes. "I need more sleep." She walked around me and Vergil and left.

"We need to catch up," I said turning back around and offering my twin a seat at my booth. I sat across from him.

"I'm not your brother. I have always served under Mundus' rule until you killed us," He denied.

"No. He kidnapped you and brainwashed you. Now let me tell you the real story; from the beginning. You know about the legend of Sparda, right?" I asked him. He shook his head. "Dear god, what the hell happened to you? You used to know everything about him!" He shrugged. "Fine. I'll tell you. According to legend, more than 2000 years ago a devil prince was born in the netherworld. He grew pretty fast and took over the Devil Throne. He decided to take over the human world. But, however, our dad, Sparda, didn't like that idea and rebelled against his own kind. With me so far." Vergil nodded. I was glad that I was the one with all the knowledge this time. "Anyways, he defeated all of the Devil ruler's armies and sealed them all. That's when he decided to abandon the Devil Kingdom to live in the human world. That's when he met our mom, Eva. They married and she gave birth to twins. One was named Vergil, you," I pointed at him. "who was the first born, and Dante, me," I now pointed at myself. "The last born." He looked at me and I shrugged. "They both died. Demons killed them. And I thought that they had killed you too. But, of course, I met you and realized I was wrong. I had become a demon hunter to avenge my family's death and you wanted power and tried to become our father...but a more evil version of course. And you joined with Arkham to accomplish that."

"Arkham? Who's that?" Vergil asked me.

"He was a bastard so we're not going to talk about him." I waved it off. "We defeated Arkham together and you left to battle Mundus. That's when he brainwashed you."

"Some how, I believe you."

"You should!" I told him. "So, who brought you back to life?"

"You're uncle." He replied, standing from his seat.

"I have an uncle?" I was quite surprised. "Oh, and since you ARE my brother, that makes him OUR uncle."

"Fine. He's waiting for us. Follow me." He said leaving the table and me behind. I snapped out of it and followed him.

We left the cafe and started walking. Vergil swung the bag over his shoulder.

"What are the CD's for?" I asked him.

He gave me a side-long glance and replied, "For the DJ."

"You work at that new place, Guilty Pleasures, don't you?" He nodded. "So uncle works there as well?"

"He's the manager and his name is Soul."

Vergil stopped walking and I almost bumped into him. I looked up. A turned-off neon sign read Guilty Pleasures. "Now I'm going to be hugged to death by a relative I didn't even know I had..." I said, opening the door.

"Suffer you shall..." My twin muttered under his breath. "He's in the office." He said, stepping into the building.

"Thanks," I replied, suddenly regretting following my older brother. I knocked lightly on the door.

The door bolted open and my face was pinched and stretched by foreign hands.

"Ooh! You look just like your father, only shorter!" The man said as he let go of my face and embraced me into a tight hug.

"Let go of him, Soul." Vergil said.

"Oh, Nelo! How can I thank you!" He let go of me and gave my brother the lamest googely eyes I've ever seen. He can't pull it off like cute girls can.

"His name's Vergil. Not Nelo Angelo." I stated yet again, this time to my uncle.

"Vergil? So, he really is one of my nephews! I was wondering if we were related." The older man replied patting my brother on the back. "The CD's?" He asked as he looked down at the bag in Vergil's hand. "Bob just left. Leave it over with his equipment."

I watched my twin do as he said.

"How'd you get here and how'd you find out that I was your nephew?" He turned back to me. He looked almost like my father, just not as elegant looking or royal. He pulled me into the office and closed the door.

"Demons in the netherworld were gossiping about my older brother making out with a human woman who gave birth to twin sons, one of which came to the netherworld and made himself known by killing off the king. I saw you beforehand, but, I didn't know we were related." He hugged me again. "Sorry. Over excited."

"No problem..." I replied under my breath.

"As for how I got here, I borrowed my new kings scythe." He said as he looked around his office. "Which isn't here...oh wait. I left it in my room, silly me." He shrugged it off and I crossed my arms. "Hey, I have a favor to ask. Do you know anyone who doesn't have a job that could come work for me?"

"I know someone who can." I told him. "Though, I'm not sure if he'll work in a night club. His name's Herokii Dokuekihebi. He's a close friend of mine."

"I recognize that name..." Soul replied. He walked around me and opened the door. "Vergil!" He called out. "Can you go with Dante?"

"Sure, what for?" My brother walked up.

"He might be getting a job here." Soul turned back to me. "Is it possible to talk to him tonight? Now I'm not asking him to come over of course."

"Good. Because he's ill. He wouldn't have been able to even if he wanted to."

I walked out and grabbed mirror's elbow, heading for the door. "Oh," We turned around. "And if he refuses, tell him I can pay him."

"Will do." I turned back around and waved it off.

"Did dad hit him in the head when they were little?" I asked my brother as we stepped out of Guilty Pleasures.

"I don't know," He replied. "I really don't know..."

"Why do you have to come along anyways?" I asked.

"Don't know, don't care."

"Well, can we stop by the cafe? I'm in the mood for another strawberry sundae," I quickened my strides.

"I didn't get to eat one last time and I don't think Soul will be too mad if we ate for a while..." Vergil walked faster than me and opened the door to the cafe. The little bell rang and we stepped through.

I led the way to my favorite spot and sat down where we did last time we were both here. I leaned back and slouched--Vergil was upright and proper just like he was when we were little.

"So," I started. Vergil turned to me from watching outside the window. "What made you team up with Uncle?"

"He revived me." He replied as he looked back out the window.

"Is that the only reason?" He didn't reply. "Jeez...there are so many questions that I want to ask you but you probably can't answer because you won't remember."

A waitress on skates rolled past us as she placed a strawberry sundae in front of me. She 360'd and gave me a wink. That's when I pointed to my brother that she obviously ignored.

I sighed and started eating my sundae, Vergil was visibly pouting. This, by the way, was completely out of character for him. He usually just ignored me. Seeing that face he was making made me want to scream "It's not natural!" at the top of my lungs.

"Yo! Waitress!" The woman passed by us again and I caught her wrist. "He needs a sundae too."

"What kind?" She asked me.

"Come on Verge. You don't look right with that face," I said with a laugh. His frown deepened.

The waitress came back and gave my twin his sundae. He was still frowning as he ate.

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"Jeez, V, I didn't think you could get depressed over something as trivial as ice cream," I said as we started back on our way to Herokii's.

"Humph," was all he said.

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"Whoa, slow down Vergil. We're already here." I put an arm out to block my brother from passing by me.

It was a two-story apartment building that had plain tile floors and white walls. It was quite interesting that residents here had to pay more yen than at one of those fancy condos that have both a pool and tennis courts! I suppose Herokii only bought this place because it was the cheapest one he could find that wasn't already sold.

I led Vergil up the flights of stairs to the second floor and continued down the hallway. We came to a stop about in the middle of the hall.

The black numbers above the door read 234. Amusing, I thought.

"Well," I began. "This is it. Try to be nice to him, okay Verge?" I turned to around to face my twin. "He's sick today and had to stay home. And because of that, he was fired from his job. He's been having a bad day."

I knocked on the white door. A dog from inside barked loudly in rhythm to my taps.

"Satan, shush!" A groggy voice said. "Hush now..."

The dog was silenced and the soft padding of footprints were heard before the door finally opened.

TBC…

Author's Note: Yay! Finally...chappy done...Anyways, I'm planning for this story to at least be 30 Chapters long...Please read and review. No Flaming! That's just plain rude! That's not good sportsmen ship.