Well here i go again! I was suffering from a huge lack of inspiration mostly caused by the fact that my pairing in this story doesn't really get the canon love that it deserves.

Vergil is such a beloved character to me that i find it difficult to write about him without going completely alternative universe on him...

i was pushed though to continue this story mostly because i read a few old stories of DMC and it really made me feel nostalgic.

Disclaimer: i don't own any characters or anything related to the games apart from this slightly disfunctional story.

"Hey, that's mine!'' Lady demanded as Dante in typical Dante style took the last croissant from the tray. My god he's annoying!

"Is it my fault that you're so slow?'' he asked teasingly.

"Fine! Have it if you want, but don't come running to me when you feel bloated like a whale!''

Vegil rolled his eyes at the display of pure childish behavior that he was presented with almost every morning for the past week. Dante had taken it upon himself to care for their nutrition and while both Lady and himself had been a tad suspicious the first few days, he had to admit that nothing had happened to them, so he supposed that their food wasn't poisoned or spiked with anything just for Dante's amusement.

Still, this breakfast feast was slowly turning into a comfortable routine for all of them, though he rather be stubborn about it than come out and admit that it was probably the time of day that he found it the most relaxing.

''Hey, that happened only once! What a great friend you are to bring it up again...'' Dante exclaimed. Was it really his fault that those pastries were so delicious? Didn't all that hard work he did deserve to be awarded with some sugary treats?

''I have to say that you are getting a tad...wide." Vergil continued Lady's teasing.

''What do you mean wide? I am as lean and as muscular as ever! What is this sudden attack toward my physique?'' Dante asked offended.

If Dante was self consious of one thing it was about the way he looked. Demon blood and especially as strong as Sparda's as well as Eva's female beauty had been a perfect compination for a male speciment. As a child it was a bit difficult to fit in with normal humans but growing up he realized the futility of trying to be the same and instead allowed himself to be someone better, stronger than the average human male.

Vergil had never had a problem like that, he noted. He never questioned his looks or tried to make himself attractive to women. From early on, Vergil had felt and recognized the importance of understanding who his family was and being a worthy part of a powerful bloodline. As a child he couldn't of course reach his full potential but he never forgot that he was different. It was ultimately what had made him who he is today.

After years of denying a connection to his human side, especially after Eva's death, Vergil had slowly come to the realization that it was futile to cut all ties with the human race. Superior as he felt to humans he couldn't deny the pleasure he felt knowing that his mother had been an honest pure human and not a demon whore.

Lady, oblivious to Dante's musings, smirked slightly and glanced at Vergil.

''He's right we should stop teasing. Dante's insecurities will only make him complain even more..'' she commented with a slight shake of her head.

Vergil smirked back at her and to Dante it seemed as though his two roomates were sharing a moment void of the usual bitterness that described their relationship.

Lady lowered her eyes to her plate and when she realized that there was nothing on it, she signed and got up to rinse it in the kitchen sink. For a minute there, Vergil's eyes followed her movements and Dante grinned like a fool, having caught the momentary lack of self control that his older brother was displaying.

He made a sound much like a whistle, low but stil laced with obvious innuendo. Lady turned around and gave Dante a look that in her head meant 'Are you finally going crazy?'.

Dante continued grinning while Vergil got up and abrutly walked out of the kitchen.

I don't know how much i've done justice to the characters but i really wanted Dante to have a moment in this story, so for now this is it.

Please review because i really need motivation to continue this story. I also want to motivate other people to write DMC stories preferably from the original 4 games just because they seem to have more potential...

Until next time!