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*Sugar Rush © AKB48

I recently saw Wreck-It-Ralph. SO CUTE. SEE IT.

I understood that Dante had always come across as an irritating, cocky, arrogant son-of-a-bitch in the games, but I had failed to realize the magnitude of it.

"Give me back my phone, Dante," I demanded for the eleventy-billionth time.

An hour or so ago, he'd spotted my shiny silver 'droid sticking out of my pocket and had nabbed it. It hadn't taken him long to figure out the touch-screen and snoop around in all my stuff, either. "In a minute. This thing is awesome! It lights up and beeps and, wait- What are all these numbers here?" he muttered while smearing his finger all over the poor thing. "It's a list of names and numbers. ... The hell?"

"Those are my friends and contacts. Now, stop it! You're gonna break it!" I made a snatching grab for it, but he scampered back a few steps and held it mockingly over my head.

Vergil sat, quiet. He'd been observing me almost non-stop for the entire time. Enough so that even Dante had commented on it; "Give it a rest, Verge. She's gonna think you're a pervert."

Vergil hadn't bothered to respond, merely just kept up his silent study. I wouldn't have minded it so much if it weren't for the fact that it was apparent that he was thinking as he stared. I couldn't even begin to imagine what might be going on in his head. Frankly, it was giving me the willies. His stare was unnerving enough in his pictures and I certainly didn't need it in real life.

Thankfully, Dante had been so kind as to distract me with his thievery. Granted, I knew my little gadget wouldn't likely be of any use to me here, but still. It was my one connection to my life back home. That and the clothes I was wearing. That was it. And I wanted it back.

"Give it back or you'll be sorry," I warned, throwing myself down onto the couch.

"Oh no, Vergil. Hear that? She'll make me sorry," Dante chuckled in derision and shook his head.

"Don't make me do it," I went on.

The red twin flicked a glance up at me, teasing mischief dancing in his eyes, "Who's Linda?"

"My friend. Give it back," I responded, hand out.

"Who's Sara?" He continued, a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth.

"My friend. Give it back!"

"Ooh! Who's Jake? Your boyfriend?" he blinked his eyes rapidly at me while puckering his mouth.

"My brother. Give it back!"

"Is your boyfriend in here?" he asked, tracing his finger over the screen again. After a moment, he flopped down next to me on the sofa.

"None of your business. C'mon, dude! Don't be an ass!" I whined.

"Hey! What's this? 'Angry Birds'? This thing has games on it, too? Cooooool."

"That's it," I stood up and smiled regretfully. Then, I began to sing in a very high-pitched voice, "*S-U-G-A-R, jump into your racing car! Say Sugar rush! Sugar rush! Hey!"

After several repetitions, I saw Dante's expression slowly begin to change from amusement to annoyance. "Knock it off, babe."

I didn't. I only sang with much more enthusiasm.

"Give her trinket back to her, Dante," Vergil snapped, pounding a fist down on the desk. I heard a definite cracking sound when he did so, even over my singing.

However, I was encouraged. I sang louder and faster, "*S-U-G-A-R, jump into your racing car! Say Sugar rush! Sugar rush! Hey! S-U-G-A-R, jump into your racing car! Say Sugar rush! Sugar rush! Hey!"

"Dammit! Fine! Here," Dante tossed it back towards me and I nabbed it right out of the air. Hah! Still had my reflexes, even though I hadn't played softball in years.

I stopped singing immediately, "Thank you." I smoothed my thumb over the it, making sure there was no damage, then I began to polish away his fingerprints.

Dante watched me with a sullen frown, "I wasn't going to break it, ya know. I just want to see it."

"Then you should've asked me first," I responded.

The red twin squirmed around in his seat; thinning his mouth and restlessly patting his hands on the cushions. Seemed as though he was trying very hard to say something. Finally, though, "So, uh. Can I see it again? I was just getting into that game."

Grinning, I nodded, "Yeah, sure. Thank you for asking." I tossed it back to him much as he had to me moments earlier.

He blinked, surprised, "Just like that?"

I nodded, "Well, yeah. I told you; ask me first. It's just respectful. People should ask permission before using someone else's stuff."

"Dante isn't used to having to ask for anything. Especially from women," Vergil piped up. "More often than not, they are more than willing to bend over backwards to please him."

The younger twin smiled in agreement as he concentrated on the tiny screen, "Yeah. Literally. Women love me. And they love Vergil, too." He flicked a cagey glance up at his brother, "But he hates it. He hates everyone. Don't ya, bro."

The blue twin ignored his brother and turned his attention to me, "Don't ever sing like that in my presence again."

I widened my eyes and shrank back a little, "OK. I'm sorry."

"Hn," he eyed me with mild contempt. "Don't apologize. I understood the intent. Still though, I suffered as well. Now, though, you know, do you not?"

I nodded without hesitation, "Yes sir."

"No need for formal titles either. You may call me 'Vergil' if you're so inclined," he went on.

"Whoa. Feel privileged, babe," Dante said, sliding a finger over the screen.

"Alright. Thank you," I nodded at him and offered a small smile. So far, being polite and obedient was going splendidly with the dark twin.

He returned my nod with one of his own before giving me a considering glance, "Something occurs to me."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Don't you think it odd that your strange little contraption still works? Even in this realm?"

A frown creased my brow. Yeah. That was weird. "What do you think it means?"

Vergil steepled his fingers thoughtfully, "Well, the first conclusion that I would draw is that there is still some connection open between your world and this one. "

I raised both brows and jumped to my feet, "Really?! Where?"

"I don't know," he replied, eyes following my every movement, "Though, I imagine it's a portal of some sort. Based on the description Dante gave. Tell me, did you notice any such thing when you crossed over?"

A faint recollection of that glowing blue, electrical whirlpool in my living room flashed through my mind, "Yeah. Actually, there was. It was during a lightning storm. It appeared in my apartment just before I blacked-out."

Vergil arched an elegant white brow, "There was also a rain storm here; too coincidental, really."

"So. You're saying that there is still a portal open somewhere in this world."

"Yes."

"One that can send me back home."

"Yes."

"We just don't know where."

"Yes." Vergil appeared to muse momentarily, " And we don't know how long it will stay open."

I sighed and sank dramatically back down onto the couch, "Great."

The blue twin clicked his tongue at me, "Spare me the theatrics. It's a start. Be grateful enough for that."

"How are we supposed to find something like that?" Dante asked, eyes still glued to the phone.

Vergil gave a slight huff of condescension, "One would research it, of course."

"Oh. Kay. Have fun with that, bro. Me'n Ginae'll wait here for ya. Right, babe?" He asked, slipping an arm around my shoulders.

I pursed my lips and slowly look over at his offending arm, "Yeah, no. None of that, please. Ever." I wriggled out from under him grasp.

"What? You shy?"

I shook my head and scooted to the end of the couch, "No."

"Aw. Don't ya like me?" He stuck his lower lip out in a pout and gave me a wide-eyed puppy expression.

I stared at him, "You don't fool me a bit. And it isn't that I don't like you. I just- It's the fact that I am very, very uncomfortable with you."

He gave a start at that, "Why?"

"Because you're terrifying."

"Hey! Am not!"

I nodded, "Yes. You are."

Appearing offended, Dante continued, game forgotten, "So, what? You're scared of me? What for? I've been nothing but nice to you."

His eyes had taken on a sullen gleam that I didn't quite like. It then occurred to me that this particular Dante was the young, immature version from Devil May Cry Three. The one who might not be in total control of himself just yet. I swallowed nervously, "I meant no offense, honest. It's actually more my problem than yours."

Dante watched me carefully for several more seconds that felt like hours before he gave a shrug, "Fine. Whatever. Your loss, though." He still appeared rather annoyed, however, and he tossed a glance over at his twin. "I know what it is. You like Vergil better. That's it, isn't it."

I widened my eyes and snuck a look at the dark twin, "Ah. I actually feel the same about both of you." I offered him an apologetic shrug of my own, "Sorry Vergil. Nothing will ever happen between the two of us. Ever."

"Trust me when I say we share the exact same sentiment," he replied, appearing utterly serious.

"And I applaud your conviction, good sir!" I blurted out, clapping my hands.

Vergil widened his eyes ever so slightly and tilted his head curiously, "You're very strange."

"I know," my mouth turned down in defeat. "It's been a lifelong affliction."

He issued a huff that could have been a sigh, or an airy chuckle, and didn't respond.

"So, what you're saying is I have no chance with you whatsoever," Dante said.

"Pretty much, yeah," I answered.

Slowly, his smirk reappeared, "Challenge accepted. Let the games begin!"