Faded Memories.

Author's Note: I decided to continue this, A lot of people, like it. I mean it's Dante and Vergil.

XD So without the furderness of the do. I shall begin.

~Silver

Chapter 2

The Pictures.

Vergil was shuffling his way through boxes, it was dusty, so a lot of particles made him sneeze violently. He ordered Dante to go get a feather duster, maybe some of the dust shall be blown away by the clam breeze.

The floorboards creaked and squeaked whenever he made a sudden movement. Almost like those types in horror movies. The birds were singing in the wind, staying firmly on the swaying branches that dance alongside the breeze. Hearing several kids laughing, hearing a dog bark. It made him think of how Cerby would get so hot during the summer vacations then his tongue would be dangling out from his mouth.

"Hey Verge!" Dante yelled, he walked in, swinging the feather duster around the room. Making it spiral more dust around the room, causing Vergil to sneeze and cough more.

"Dante! Don't do that! Dante!" Vergil went near him, snatched the duster, and hit him violently on his head. Dante cursing in his mouth nearly went to take a swing at Vergil, sadly for him.... Vergil moved, which nearly made Dante hurl himself out the window. Luckily, he clutched onto the window sill.

"What's the next box?" Dante asked.

"I don't know, I picked that small one... over there."

Dante went and opened it up, it smelt of old ancient socks. He took out some kind of book, it had a black.. purplish leather cover. As he opened it, it was dust covered... and with faded pictures. They can be seen clearly.

"Hey Vergil! Get over here. It's out old pictures... I forgot how cute you looked as a young boy. Ahw, look at that smile. Let's see how much you changed." Dante held the picture of a smiling Vergil, next to a scowling Vergil. "Looks like someone turned that smile upside down!" Dante teasingly yelled. Vergil gritted his teeth, the temptation to kill his brother was apparently growing. Vergil snatched the book from Dante, then started to flip through the old, dust covered pages. There seemed to be a lot of him and Dante, a few of their parents, there was one with his father and Dante with their mother.

"Hey Verge! Remember that picture!" Dante pointed at a picture where all the family looked a little annoyed. He smiled as the memory seemed to come back to him....

Thanksgiving Age: 7 years old.

It was the feast where the family was supposed to come to dinner at the Sparda's, something Vergil and Dante didn't quite like. There were always the touch people, take the example of Aunty Maria, Eva's sister. Whenever she saw the twins, she had to pinch their cheeks. Something which stays sore for three days. Then there is Uncle Raymond, whenever he saw the boys he would playfully punch them on the shoulder. But his punches seemed to carry all his force. Then there were the type of family that was loud. Take Uncle Ben, whenever he comes in, he would bring in a lot of noise, he would talk too loudly, and laugh as if he was a maniac. Then there was Grandma Shelly, who would talk with her mouth filled with food! Then grandpa Morris would complain about every single thing, everyone would just offer him food, just to stuff his pie hole.

It was clear this year, that Eva wants a speedy thanksgiving. Meaning: No jokes. Smile and suck it up. And no making messes. This all meant Cerby, the twins had to keep him outside, he was a friendly dog, maybe a little too friendly.. but Vergil and Dante protested against their mother for tyeing the dog next to the dog house, they would yell and say that someone will kidnap him, she would reassure them and say that he will only be out for a few hours. They wouldn't have Cerby tied up, he didn't like the idea either. It took the twins three hours to make him stop fidgeting, Cerby was the type of dog that was fidgety and always wanting the freedom, he was lively and that always spelt trouble in Eva's books. They had to give in, mostly because their father said he would give the dog to old Mrs. Martha, she was a horrible dog keeper, she lets them run loose, she already lost three of them because they would just dart out onto the road, then … blood.

Vergil and Dante were already putting on their best suits. Looking the part, Eva had already had three hours to style their hairs with gel, they look like some tap dancing boys or butlers. Dante felt silly, Vergil felt worse. Sparda nearly laughed when he saw the boys hair. It completely stuck to their scalps, as it someone took a big white crayon and drew their hairs on!

"Mum, we look silly. Can we please just not have our hair like this?" Vergil pleaded his mother.

"I'm sorry... but you look handsomer like this."

"Mum, dad please say something."

"I'm sorry lads, this is not my battle." Sparda said and went downstairs.

Vergil and Dante, both groaned and went downstairs, walking like zombies. There it began, they could here Uncle Ben laughing and talking like he was selling fish. Auntie Maria got a brand new manicure, it was like a cat with claws, they are now wincing, as if they already got pinched. There was Uncle Raymond, with his arm looking like the one body builders use. They gulped knowing this was not going to be 'speedy'.

Eva went inside the kitchen. Sparda put on his brave face and went to socialize. Dante was looking out the window, he looked at Cerby, miserable and probably cold. Vergil was already getting a dose of Auntie Maria's nails. Saying how handsome he looked, that she could just eat him up, letting her claws dig in his cheek.

Auntie Sally, a big woman, went over to Dante. Dante was just about to scream, as she put her plump arms around him and hugged him as if she was absorbing him in her chest. Dante's screams were muffled. Vergil was silently laughing and then...

"Hey My V man! How is life!?" Uncle Raymond said and punched him, hardly on the shoulder. Vergil felt his arm crack. Uncle Ben was now heard laughing with all the aunts and uncle's. Vergil just wanted to bang his head on the wall.

As soon as Eva called for dinner, everyone sat in their respective seats. Vergil and Dante next to their parents, while the others squished in and made room.

Outside, Cerberus, was whining, then smelt the wonderful stench of turkey. He started to twist and turn,struggle and bark. Until, his leash snapped into two, freeing the Scottish terrier. Cerby went inside enthusiastically.

Everyone was commenting of how everything looks wonderful. Cerby crept behind the corner and looked at the turkey, glittering in the light, it looked like gold to him. He must have a piece!

Cerby pounced on the table, letting wine, bread, butter and everything else, fall on the guests lap. Everyone was screaming, patting their formal wear, the Sparda family hurried away from the table. And watched as the terrier munched happily on the bird. His head digging in the meat of it, hearing the noises of chewing and the ripping of flesh. They all started complaining, the worse was grandpa.

"In MY day! We kept dogs outside!" He said, then started rambling on, of what would happen if the dog disobeyed, some of them went under the category of animal abuse. A lot of people started whispering loudly. Eva pulled both her boys close and whispered harshly in their ear.

"I thought I told you boys to tie the dog!"

"We did! He must've got out." Said Dante.

Just until then, the smell of smoke was coming from the kitchen Eva gasped, but it was too late, the sprinklers all set off, showering the guests with water. Dante and Vergil were happy, as their hairs went down in their usual styles. Cerby was still happily munching on the turkey. Sparda took a photo of the family, all looking uncomfortable, make-up smudged, clothes all wet.

Vergil smiled at the picture. Dante started laughing, remembering how everyone thought Cerby was a ghost.

Vergil flipped through the pages again, and saw another picture. This time, Sparda was seen, crouched down on the floor. Vergil and Dante both laughed out loud at this particular memory.

It had been his turn to go shopping. Vergil and Dante were tagging along with him. It had been a stressful trip, especially when your father shouts at every driver he can see. Vergil and Dante kept looking at the setting of their new camera. Sparda was yelling out profanities the size of Texas. All that came to an end, when thankfully they arrived at the supermarket. It was also hell in the supermarket, long lines, when they finally went outside. An empty space in the parking lot, and a tow truck taking away a black ford fiesta. Sparda left the kids the items and went running after the truck. The children soon found out, that wasn't his car....

"Why is dad running after that truck?"

"I don't know.." Vergil said to his brother. "Maybe he wants to jog?"

It took him hours, and a lot of money, but he drove the car back to the parking lot. The kids were standing in front of the same car. Sparda was confused.

"Lads, this is our car, come along."

"..Dad, this is our car."

Sparda realized when he looked inside and saw their furry purple dice. This car seemed a bit empty.

He got out the car. Started pounding the floor with his fists and started yelling and crying, Dante accidentally took the picture but kept it anyway...

Dante and Vergil, laughed as loud as they can, tears streaming down their face. Vergil wiped them off, Dante was still stained with the glassy tears. Vergil flipped again, and saw another picture. This one was of Cerby and the whole family. In front of the Christmas tree.

The snow was falling gently on the floor. Covering the pavements with a flurry of snow, Vergil, Dante and Cerby were outside, playing in the snow. Vergil pounced on his brother, both of them rolling in the snow. Cerby started to chase them, but then dissapeared when a large lump of snow came down and landed on him. Both Vergil and Dante were laughing, they went and dusted Cerby off. Vergil put him back down, then got a nice snowball, from his brother. Vergil chased him and started pelting him with the icy balls and they both got covered with the white dust. Eva called them both in, they had a race to who goes in first. Cerby won.

As Dante and Vergil both got in, they stared at the Christmas tree and saw a tired looking demon slayer, slumped on the couch.

"That's the last time I ever volunteer to decorate!" Sparda complained. Eva rolled her eyes. Dante and Vergil were busy dusting off their hairs, then gazed at the tree. The family all huddled closer and took a picture. Soon after when they were seeing it, the tree started to move, right and left, till it fell, on Sparda.

"Ow!"

"Are you okay!"

"Yeah,.. just pricked is all.. HELP ME!" Sparda yelled. Eva looked at Cerby, who was wagging his tail happily. Both Dante and Vergil started laughing as Eva was trying to pry Sparda from under the tree. Cerby went to Eva and barked at her, Eva let her husband go, who now fell on top of the tree.

"Ow! Eva!" Sparda yelled.

"What is it boy?" Eva said.

"I fell!"

"Not you!"

The dog went and started to urinate on the tree, causing the light to spark up, on Sparda, he was starting to vibrate as if he were a mobile phone. Sparda flew off the tree, still shaking, Vergil and Dante stepped backwards as the pool of urine started to grow bigger. Eva sighed.. then she started laughing. Her husband was not laughing though.

"That dog almost ruined everything!" Vergil said.

"He was a good dog! Come on, even you were laughing at Dad who flew off the tree!"

"I suppose it was humorous..."

Vergil decided to keep the scrapbook, there were so many pictures in there just worth remembering.

A/N: Lol! Sparda you are such a fool.

Next Chapter: The Spiral Candle.

~Silver