Hey guys! So glad you liked this new, strange little ramble of mine. It's actually quite difficult to write myself, but, honestly, I think I'm pulling it off rather well. As far as the time frame is concerned, this is the Vergil and Dante directly after DMC3, with slight changes to the original story. Don't worry, all will be explained. Since I've gotten encouragement, I'm going to continue this. It is kinda fun to write. Thanks for the kind words. Happy reading!

Something nudged me rudely in the ribs, disturbing my slumber. Another dream, perhaps? Most likely. I ignored it and attempted to fall back asleep. I wasn't certain why I didn't want to wake up, just that it was in my best interest not to.

There was a second jab to my side. Harder this time. Enough to hurt.

Muttering, I reached a hand up to push away whatever was bothering me when my palm came into contact with a long, smooth something. Blinking, I squint towards whatever it was that I had hold of. My skin prickled when I saw it was a shiny, expensive-looking black sheathe. Following its length, I slowly raise my eyes until I see a hand, clad in a brown, fingerless glove, clutching the grip of a very familiar-looking O-katana.

My heart began to pick up speed again.

Reluctantly, I glance up the rest of the way until I was making eye-contact with the one, and only, Vergil Sparda. He didn't appear pleased. In fact, he wasn't glaring at me so much, as he was at my hand. Which still clutched his prized weapon.

"Shit! Sorry!" I gasp, snatching my hand away. It then occurred to me that I was lucky to still have my hand. "I didn't mean to-"

"Silence," he said.

Fair enough. "Yes, sir." I nodded and shut my mouth with a snap.

The blue twin didn't respond, only deepened his glare. And, lemme tell ya, that glower of his might be sexy in the pictures, but it was downright terrifying when it was being directed at you. My stomach began to churn with anxiety.

Oh please, let me live through this, I prayed to no one in particular.

"See, bro?" Dante asked, strolling into my line of vision. "She doesn't seem crazy at first. But she really, really is. It's kinda funny, actually."

The dark twin flicked a glance towards his brother, then dismissed him and turned his attention back to me. Oh joy, oh joy.

I couldn't help but stare back at him. Vergil had always been my favorite Sparda twin. All the fan fiction I'd read about him suggested that deep, deep down, he was friendly and only needed to be won over. Likely, that was merely wishful thinking on our little fangirl parts. In reality, however, that wasn't the case. There were absolutely no friendly vibes coming off of him. Like, at all. I folded my hands in my lap and tried to appear as non-threatening as possible.

Uncomfortable silence seemed to be his preference as he silently examined me. I was becoming more and more uncomfortable as the minutes ticked by. Even Dante seemed to be getting a bit fidgety; he shifted his weight from foot to foot and issued several impatient sighs. "Well?!" He finally asked, waving a hand in my direction. "What do you think?"

Vergil slowly turned from me and sauntered over towards the desk. Leaning back against it, he set Yamato down and folded his arms. "I've seen nothing so far that suggests insanity. This is a waste of my time. Why did you call me over here?"

The younger twin snickered, "Yeah, me either. At first. Just wait." He looked down at me expectantly, then nodded and gestured towards his twin. "Go ahead, sweets. Introduce yourself to my big bro."

Uneasily, I sneak a look at Vergil to gauge his reaction. He didn't appear to be too terribly murderous at the moment, so I shrugged and offered him a tentative smile. When nothing unpleasant happened, I was unable to help myself. I clasped both hands across my chest, my smile growing into a grin, "I love the way you speak. I always have."

At this, Vergil tilted his head and directed a sharp look my way. "What?"

Aware that I was gushing, I ramble on, "Your manner of speaking, I mean. It's wonderful. It's actually one of my favorite things about you."

Dante widened his eyes at his sibling and held both hand towards me as if to say, See? I told you so.

Vergil narrowed his eyes, "You're mistaken. We don't know one another."

Huffing impatiently, I continued, "Well, no. We don't. Not really, anyway. I already tried to tell Dante about it earlier, but he just called me crazy and made me drink some tomato juice."

The red twin, obviously beginning to enjoy himself, snorted laughter and took a seat on the coffee table again. A grin appeared on his face as he glanced between me and Vergil. "That's true, bro. That's exactly what happened. Then what, babe?" He gestured for me to continue.

Aware that he was poking a bit of fun at me, a frown creases my brow. "I don't care if you think I'm crazy, Dante. I know what I know. So there." Closing my eyes briefly, I stuck my tongue out at him before turning back towards Vergil. "See, I unlocked your character in the special edition of Devil May Cry 3. And, frankly, you have some incredible moves. My particular favorites are your spectral swords."

Now, Vergil had that same wide-eyed, cautious expression that Dante had earlier.

"I mean, I know you don't like to use guns, and I love how you get around the fact that your long range weapons are still swords. Oh, by the way, when you fight and your hair falls around your face, how do you make it stay back when you fix it?"

"Aw, Verge!" Dante piped up. "You gotta fan! Awwwwww!"

Dislike flickered across the dark twin's features. For several more moments, he did nothing but stare at me. Finally, he issued a dismissive, huffing sound and flapped a hand in my direction. "She's mad. Utterly. It'd be best to put her out of her misery. I could do it, if you like. In fact, it would be my pleasure."

"NO!" I cried, scrambling to my feet. "I'm not miserable or mad! Don't kill me!" I backed away, hands up to show just how defenseless I was. it was then that I remembered how much Vergil seemed to like slicing open palms. He had, after all, done that very thing to Dante several times in DMC3. Hastily, I dropped my hands and clasped them out of sight behind my back.

"Chill babe," Dante drawled, standing as well. "No one's gonna hurt ya. I already told you that."

"You lied to the poor girl?" Vergil asked.

"Naw, bro." The red twin replied. "She hasn't done anything but be crazy and confused. Leave her alone."

The blue devil appeared amazed before he shook his head in sympathy, "You say that with actual honest conviction, little brother. You truly believe that, this girl," he pointed at me, "who appeared out of thin air, per your explanation, and knows very specific details about our lives, is harmless? I'd laugh at your idiocy if it wasn't so heartbreaking."

"Shut-up, dick. Everyone knows you don't have a heart."

"Please, do make me, little brother."

Nervously, I watched as the twins face each other and position themselves into an attack stance.

"Whoa! You guys!" I quickly scampered out of the way. "Don't fight around me! You two play way too rough."

Again, both twins turn to stare at me with identical expressions of surprise.

"Enough of this foolishness," Vergil hissed.

There was a distressing, blue streak and suddenly he was right in front of me. Issuing a small shriek, I jump backwards in surprise and stumble over a bar stool, falling on my ass. "You stay away!" I shout at him, waving my arms in front of me. "That is just way too fast for me to ever be comfortable with!"

In the next instant, the tip of Yamato was pressed into my throat, silencing my protests. True to his character, I hadn't even seen him draw it. Heart thundering, I stare up at him in abject terror. He met my horrified eyes with his own icy blues. "You will tell me everything that you know about us as well as how you know it. Or, I will-"

"Fine! Good! Yes!" I interrupt, leaping to my feet and backing out of range. "I will tell you anything that you want to know! I swear! Just, please, don't cut me."

Taken aback, the dark twin arched a brow and slowly resheathed his weapon. "Good. Start with how you know these things about us. I'm very curious about this, because I don't recall having ever seen you or anyone like you around when I've fought, much less at any other time." An aura of dark suspicion surrounded him as he waited.

Sighing, I flop down onto the couch and nod. "I told you already. This place," I gesture with my arms again, "is the setting of a video game world. You two," I point to each of them in turn, "are the main antagonist and protagonist in my favorite chapter of the Devil May Cry series; number three. In it, you two are in your late teens and are in opposition against each other.

"You, Vergil, want to reopen the demon world and unlock Sparda's power to take for your own. I don't know why, exactly, because your reasoning has never really been explained. As much as it should have been, Capcom!"

This last bit was shouted at the ceiling, and it earned me another couple of wide-eyed, identical stares. Blushing slightly, I continue, "And you, Dante, want to stop him. Everyone seems to assume that you're the more human of the two, and, as such, you want to save humanity. There are a couple of other characters, too. Lady and Arkham, but-"

As soon as I said those two names, Dante coughs and even Vergil appears rather uneasy. "Verge. Seriously. How does she know all this? The only ways she could is if one of us told her about it all, which we didn't. Or, if she was there, watching it all, which she wasn't. Or, she's telling the truth and she's from another universe. I mean, it's not like we wrote it all down for the whole world to read."

Vergil glanced over at Dante and tightened his mouth. "Ridiculous. She must have done some sort of research or-"

"Guess again, Vergil." I said, shaking my head. "Dante's right. If you two never told anyone, and no one wrote anything down, what would be available out there for me to research?"

He glowered at me, but didn't reply.

Shrugging, I went on. "Still, the ending must have gone a bit differently in this universe because, in the game, Vergil chooses to fall into hell because it was your father's home and-"

"Enough!" The dark twin bared his teeth slightly and his eyes suddenly went scarlet on black.

Clearly, I had touched upon a sensitive topic and I didn't need to be told twice. Swallowing nervously, I shut up.

Dante nodded. "Yeah," he replied, voice quiet. "That almost happened."

Breathing rather heavily, I flicked a nervous glance over towards Vergil. "I'm sorry," I apologized meekly. "I didn't mean to- I mean, you asked me to explain- I mean-"

"Yeeeeeeeeah," Dante interrupted. "We get it. Huh," he stood and shook hair out of his eyes. "This is weird. Even for me. I'm stumped. What should we do, Verge?"

The blue devil continued to glower at me. Apparently, he hadn't appreciated being reminded of prideful weakness on his part. "I'm still favoring my first suggestion; putting her out of her misery." His tone was biting and even more unfriendly than it first had been. Though, how such a thing was possible, I'd no clue.

"Knock it off," Dante griped, frowning at him. "We're not gonna hurt ya, babe."

"Speak for yourself," Vergil grumbled.

"Look, guys," I began, glancing between the two of them. "I just want to go home. I really don't want to be here. Seriously, this is a great game and all, but frequent demon attacks are not something that I want to be witness to on a daily basis. Can you two please help me?"

Dante shrugged, nodding amicably enough. "I don't see why not. Sounds kinda fun. Never had anything like this ever happen before. What do ya think, bro?"

Vergil, however, didn't respond for several uncomfortable minutes. Finally, he speared me with a frosty glare, "What's in it for us if we help you?"

"Ah, what do you want?" Stumped, I couldn't think of a thing to offer either of them in return.

Dante grinned, "Good idea, bro. Yeah, babe. If we help you, you're gonna owe us."

The dark twin glowered at me, "I want to end you, but, seeing as I likely won't be allowed," here, he directed his glare at Dante, "how about you just owe us one? A favor to be decided upon at a later time, if you will."

Hm. I wasn't entirely comfortable with being in two half-demon's debt. But, honestly, what choice did I have? This was their world. Not mine. I needed their help. Finally, I nodded in acquiescence, "Fine. Yeah. Sure. If you help me find a way back home, I'll owe you two a favor. Though, what you could possibly want from me-" Trailing off, I shake my head in defeat. "It's a deal."