Dante not too long after crash landing into the rubbish, had managed to free himself from that nigh stinky pool of trash. Dante was not one to usually groan, but he had to when Vergil had seen the state he was in and had not even in the slightest way offered to help him up. Instead the older twin had proceeded out of the dark alley, into the bright night of the city; a city which left Dante somewhat stunned and impressed. For the night seemed almost as day, not that was any surprise: it is not uncommon for developed nations to have bright nights.

But it hadn't been one thing that had marveled the legendary devil Hunter, it had been everything; the earthbound vehicles, the airborne vehicles, a dog owner walking a mecha pet dog on the street, a couple kissing awkwardly on a street bench next to a lamp post. The billboards displaying fashion models, upcoming concerts, highlights of boy bands, and girl band concerts, an advert of a turbo boat on the waters facing a beach.

It was an astonishing sight for the white haired Dante, whom had gotten so old that he never once thought life could be this colorful and fantastic. Dante's time in the demon world had changed him, he simply just didn't know how much- for one his reasoning faculty had changed ever so slightly, things he never gave a damn about were now astonishing to him. Sadly Dante was old and there was a limit to how astounded he could be, before his more astute nature began to resurface, and with it a question-

' Vergil, where the heck are we? '

Dante's astute mind had observed, deduced and realized they weren't in Redgrave. (Except if they were in the future, which they are not)

' Quiet down and walk, and stop gawking about like a child or you'll get us arrested, ' replied Vergil glaring, whilst sparing not a moment to stop, but kept walking.

Now the situation was becoming ever more perplexing to Dante, he was flabbergasted at the word 'arrested' so he hurried after Vergil whom was about two-three paces from him.

' Vergil! Arrested? What do you mean arrested and you had better stop glaring brother or I will put my sword through your chest... Now that I have your attention, will you now, TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK WE ARE. ' exclaims Dante under his breath.

Heaving a sigh, Vergil decided to release the words and unburden himself. ' Kinioto city, happy now? '

' Fuck out of here, no I'm not happy, what the fuck is a k- inio... the freaking fairy tale Kinioto that mom used to read us when we were kids? ' asked Dante bedazzled.

' Same one... hmmm... Father read it to us to, though I think his version might have been somewhat different from mother's... I can't quite recall the details. ' replied Vergil.

The Version they were both clear on, Eva's version seemed to be more fiction than facts: a city founded by a cherry blossom princess, whom escaped from the clutches of her tyrannical father and on her way fell into a lagoon being flung by the wind. In this lagoon was she met and saved by the Twin gods- Dawn Dusk, whom fed her and nursed her back to health when she had fallen ill. Years passes and the Twin Gods decided to leave, but before parting with the cherry blossom princess, they each gave her a gift- Dawn gave unto her the gift to mould, infuse, and manipulate chakra- Dusk gifted the princess a mass of land called the land of fire, as well as the wisdom to build thereupon, then they departed from her.

With her gifted wisdom, land and chakra, cherry blossom princess founded Kinioto city, and gathered in the homeless, the weak, the strong, the hungry of many lands to inhabit her city. Causing Kinioto to flourish, but before the cherry blossom princess at old age could depart to the afterlife released her chakra, gifting all her citizens with her gift of chakra.

Now the version Vergil was failing miserably to recall, sparda's version was the fact and nothing but the facts: The true Kinioto city was founded- not by a cherry blossom princess- but rather by a virile, gentle, and strong shinobi. A one Hashirama Senju by the will of fire, born through a vision he shared with his childhood friend and eternal rival: Madara Uchiha. Though at that time, over a thousand years ago, Kinioto was a village and called Konohagakure- village hidden in the leaves- this man Hashirama fought, won, left his mark in his world and passed on his legacy- the will of fire: a couple generations later, born to that village was another virile, gentle as the wind, bright like the son shinobi.

Naruto Uzumaki, whom with his kind liberated their ten ninja world from warring against one another... As the years passed a kunoichi, whose name meant cherry blossom came to rule, and sat as the nanadaime of that village: In her regime through crafty and unscrupulous, though with the best interest of her people in heart seized more than half of the nation the village was built upon; the land of fire.

The idea for this radical and unexpected expansion process, came from the lips of the then alive savior of the Ninja world and the nanadaime's husband. The three together forged and rebuilt Konohagakure, into a strong city- the renaming of the village then turned city had occured seven generations later when a demon God had raised up his scary hoard of demons, laying a siege to the city. The demon god prevailed and invaded the city, putting an end to so many bloodlines, it was at this time a demon relative but nothing like the demon god, rose up in judgement against the demon god alongside the Twin gods, Dawn and Dusk.

Once having subdued the demon god and his hoard, that demon pleaded the cause of his kind to the wrathful twin gods, his plea being to let him return the demon god to the demon world, where their well deserved punishment would be brutally executed. And to make sure that demon does not betray human kind for his own kind, an oath was formed forever compelling that demon to always choose human kind over demon kind- and that oath was called: KINIOTO, by which the city was renamed.

' Dante! Come on, I told you to stop gawking, ' voiced an annoyed Vergil whom was now watching as Dante was wowing and making ridiculous gestures at the great statues at the center of the massive town square;

The statues were three and about seven hundred foot tall, one was of gold, the other a sapphire, and the third Ruby. The gold was of a nine tailed humanoid fox, the sapphire a samurai like winged humanoid creature with a long pointed nose, the Ruby was a devil like creature with a goat head. The devil statue had it's hand out, whilst the fox and the pointed nosed creature had their arms awkwardly out and about the devil's to form a sort of grip on it's hand.

Vergil had seen the statues before, they symbolized something that the last time was in Kinioto had not cared to know. Though now standing in that town square, Vergil could not begin to imagine why he had come back, it all had begun to seem rather perplexing to him when three airborne patrol cars descended and came to an halt around the two sons of sparda.

' Mr V we will not warn you twice, drop your weapon, get on your knees and put your hands behind your head! ' warned an officer with his chakra infused gun pointed at Vergil.

Vergil had been the only one who was armed, since arriving he had not done away with Yamato, which was another thing he had failed to consider before he had brazenly stepped out of that alley. Dante had become very perplexed and puzzled by this situation, then he remembered Vergil had said something about getting arrested some minutes earlier; he was gazing round at the unfriendly faces pointing their spectacular looking guns at them, as well as the passerbys now no longer passing by, some stopped to watch with surprise evident on their faces, whilst other's had their smart phones out making love videos of them.

It was only after gazing round at all those faces, did Dante turn his head to see that Vergil- the Vergil whom not too long ago had brought chaos and death to the human world was now on his knees, Yamato on the ground next to him, and his hands up behind his head.

" Fact! This is definitely not Redgrave. " thought Dante, conceding to the reality of their (very new to him) situation, and perhaps predicament. Which was a question of. WHAT NEXT?