A/N: I need to write longer chapters...

Chapter 6

The Morning After

Morning, the wonderful time of 'refeshingness'... If that was a word. Soon the sky turned orange, and got lighter and brighter from there onwards. The stars gone, eliminated from the sky in groups; the weakest going out first because well, they were weak; what else? The moon out of sight. A start to a new magical day of wonders! Or is that just pushing it now?

By the time Dante reached his shop all that had already happened, the sky altering I mean. Just how many streets down was Love Planet from Devil May Cry anyway? Or did he get distracted and detoured... More like lost in his drunken state. Saw something pretty and stupidly decided to follow it. Like he would ever admit to that, it was just so lame, and Dante was anything but lame.

Still a little drunk, though he told himself: 'If I was fit enough to beat the shit out of those demons back there; then I'm fit enough to approach the arrogant; in denial twin of mine again.' Who knows what Hell he'll be turning up to when he entered the damned building of his.

'CLASH!' the window exploded! Shattered! "What the fuck," he couldn't careless about his inappropriate language, how many times was his shop going to suffer? Told you it was damned. First the door now the window? It didn't deserve this, it was just a shop!... What he was actually hysterical about was the fact Vergil was inside that very damned shop. Frantic, he rushed into the office without thinking first to check out what all the commotion was about. He didn't need this first thing in the morning, what he needed was a soft bed to lie on and warm box of mouth watering pizza beside him.

He was delightfully welcomed by Vergil... Aiming Luce directly into Trish's ahem, chest-area. It wasn't deliberate, you see Vergil was still lying upon the table awkwardly, one leg off, completely over the edge. What was he slacking? Or just insane. Dante figured it was both.

"Dante!" Trish cried, she dropped her weapon after seeing him enter, not the best move to choose. But Vergil dared not to shoot, not in Dante's presence. Before Dante even made himself known to the two, they had their guns aimed at each other in critical parts of their bodies. Ready for the kill.

"Don't shoot Verge!" He told Vergil quickly. Vergil reluctantly did as he was told; he frowned and returned his arm back around his injured chest. He wasn't completely cured yet.

"Why is he here Dante?" Trish pointed at Vergil accusingly, the other hand on her hip which jaunted to the side. Vergil wasn't going to take this nonsense, he retaliated negatively.

"Why in hell is this fucking. Demon. Whore here! This bitch is a servant to Mundus!" He bellowed, the volume only increasing with every word. "I'm gonna fucking beat the shit out of you! You!- You did shit to me!" He almost flopped off the desk with the enthusiasm he put into his potty-mouthed sentences. He raised the gun again, frustration and rage taking over him.

"Don't fucking shoot Verge! Or I'll fuck you over!" Again. Not the best choice of words, but the message was clear enough. He had a bloody head ache from all the yelling, that's a hangover for you. "Trish, Verge isn't all that right, I hope you didn't shoot him while I wasn't here, that would have really pissed him off." It would piss anyone off. Vergil threw daggers at him, his face fuming mad. If he still had his inner demon, all Hell would have broken loose by now; his shop would have been turned into rubble! Possibly worse! He didn't want her to know he was – weak. He vehemently hated Dante for what he said. "It's pretty damn obvious Verge," he shot back, ignoring his brother's blazing gaze of hatred. "If you're well enough to take her gun off her while lying down! You should be well enough to clean up your fucking blood from my floors! It's leaving an ugly mess, that doesn't attract customers." Vergil settled, if not slightly. He didn't need to be provoked any further, or he'll just break a bone in a minute. Yeah, his own.

Now that all was remotely calm, Dante proceeded to explain to the two why they shouldn't shoot each other. It was a slurred speech of persuasion, he stumbled through it being a tad bit drunk and all, though it should have been adequate enough to update the two on each other. He explained the story of Trish in his own words, and how Mundus had no control over her what-so-ever anymore. Then he informed Trish of Vergil... Not in great detail but sufficiently so she wouldn't try killing him again anytime soon. He even sort of told her he was in his care. Vergil scowled at his twin for that.

Now that, that was over, Vergil handed her, her gun back; more like Dante forced him to do so. Either way she got it back. Vergil uttered curse words under his breath; he still hated the 'whore' as he called her. How offensive of him, that was impolite.

"So..." Dante grinned sheepishly; it was getting rather awkward with each passing second. "What brings you here babe?" That's right, why was Trish present? She couldn't have known Vergil was there in the first place now could she? Unless there were hidden cameras planted about the shop... That would be worrying.

"A plague of demons have been overrunning parts of the city, I'm guessing you haven't noticed." Because they were still in the city as they spoke. "An open hell gate is letting them through in numbers; they seem to be searching for something, or someone." She hinted at Vergil, casting her eyes discretely over to Vergil's slumped form.

Vergil knew exactly why they were searching for him. Mundus wasn't going to give up that easily, and neither was he.

"Right, I'll try working on it..." He mumbled, he didn't hear the part of getting paid. That was never a good sign in a job. "Come back another time Trish, Stubborn over there and I need to have a family talk." Vergil didn't even comment on it. Trish raised an eyebrow; she took a good look at the sons of Sparda before setting off to leave. Just what was there to talk about? She gave Dante a look that questioned his way of thinking. His sanity. Dante shrugged, and Trish headed for the 'door'.

"Nice door by the way, tell me where you got it, I want one just like it."

"Ask your friend Lady!" He hollered back, "She made it custom! Just for me!" That irritated him a bit. When was he going to get it repaired? Lady hadn't showed up in a while, it was unfair! She wasn't keeping her word.

He took a seat on the desk and sighed heavily, Vergil blinked and casted his eyes away from him. He sat right next to his upper body, almost touching.

Now to deal with another problem he had lined up, they just kept coming.

"So what is it you plan to do..." he was about to say the word 'now' but he knew Vergil couldn't really do much now. So, continuing where they left of previously, now that things were a little less intense they could finally make progress in talking this time round. "You know,"

"When I escaped the demon world." He started. "I intended to get my revenge on those filthy vermin." He told him, Dante listened closely. "But I lost a lot, a great deal." Dante knew exactly what it was he lost, he thought so anyway. "I planned to get them back, both my sword and demonic power... Then you came." They both knew the next part already. There was no need to speak about it. "I lured you out," oh this was news to Dante.

"Lured me out?" Vergil nodded calmly. Dante thought it was all a coincidence, he got called for a job; he liked it and took it. How was Vergil luring him out?

"I had to, whether I liked it or not, you were the only person I knew of that would know about the whereabouts of my property." He spoke truthfully. "It's not like I'm unaware of your chosen profession Dante,"

"Yeah," he agreed softly. Vergil finished, with that. He kept his eyes on his brother; waiting for the next query he had in stock.

But it never came, what came next astounded him.

Dante softly cupped Vergil's tender cheek; there was a miniscule scrape across it, another addition to his scared skin... Maybe from his resent encounter with Trish... He did it slowly not wanting to infuriate his older brother. He wanted to get the gesture right. Vergil watched his movements carefully, he suddenly became nervous. Just what was in Dante's mind at this very moment? His eyes screamed confusion.

"I' sorry... This happened to you Verge," he spoke the words so quietly, Vergil nearly missed them. But he heard it, every word. They shared a moment, looking deeply into each others similar eyes. Dante's hand still in place.

"You're drunk aren't you?" And he ruins it. Dante thanked Sparda for that. He gave out a quivered chuckled just before reaching over to the phone.

"Hell yeah I am! And now I could so with some pizza!"

"At this hour?" Vergil searched for a clock; he couldn't see one in sight but judging by where the sun was in the sky...

"They wouldn't refuse their number one customer now would they!" He exclaimed. Vergil only shook his head; he could smell the scent of strong alcohol coming from his breath. He was surprised he didn't detect it earlier; he knew there was something off about him.

"Just make sure there's no olives." He concluded with his thoughts, Dante gaped stupidly in shock, did his brother just say what he thought he said? He laughed out in amusement; maybe things weren't all that bad after all.

Vergil only shook his head and his brother's obtrusive laughter as he found his mind wondering back to that little moment they'd just sheared.