A.N: here are some outtakes for the chapters for the first one, they have been on Arow's computer waiting to be posted since the fic was finished hehe

made us laugh if no one else

The door started shifting as the shadow tried so hard to budge it, Dante sighed as the action was stopped, he relaxed slightly only to hear the sound of crashing as boxes tumbled everywhere, and the door shuddered as whatever the shadow outside was had bounced off the still closed door and was now swearing quite colourfully. Dante couldn't help but laugh.

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Dante stared at the stranger, not realising he had been gaping at the mirror image he was certain was his dead father. "What?" he looked blankly at the older man, not understanding his comments.

"I didn't realise my first shop was such a dump."

Dante tensed at the strange comment. "This is my shop and it is a dump," Dante replied heatedly, his hands tightened around the guns at his side, only to blink at the chuckling man before him. "What?" He asked "What I say?"

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The older man looked at him levelly, his extremely familiar blue eyes putting Dante on edge, "I'll explain," he thought for a moment, "Just don't freak."

"I'm not a freak," Dante assured, he had seen so much, fought many demons, nothing one man could say was going to freak him out.

"Yes you are." The man said nodding gravely. Then blinked. "No wait that's not your line..."

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"Let me put it this way," the man sighed, "How many guys do you know with white hair, an affinity for red leather and walk around with guns identical to yours?" Said guns appeared spinning in his hands only to spin out of them and fall to the floor three feet away; Dante stared at the weapons on the floor and burst out laughing,

There was a shout from back stage. "CUT"

The older man glared. Then turned and left mumbling. "Great, first the door now the guns! You need me I'll be in my trailer"

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Chapter 2 Out Takes

"Down this way," older Dante's gauntlets burst into flame, "Great. I've singed my hair." he commented glowering.

"Black suits you, really it does," the younger grinned.

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"It wasn't that far," Older Dante pulled himself up and stood before the ornate red door, which he tried to kick down but fell back sprawling on the floor.

Dante tried to contain his amusement but failed miserably, "These doors really don't like you."

"Shut it."

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His elder regarded him from the corner of his eye, "If this works…you won't." he raised the blood red blade above his head, memories of how he got the blade came to mind, using the anger they brought he slammed the weapon through the hole, as Sparda connected with the door and the blade rebounded off hitting Dante in the face, the man glared and threw the weapon down.

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His elder regarded him from the corner of his eye, "If this works…you won't." he raised the blood red blade above his head, memories of how he got the blade came to mind, using the anger they brought he slammed the weapon through the hole, the blade snapped in two under the force of the blow.

"Crap," Dante muttered, "Now I've gotta buy a new one."

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"Later, now we have an Underworld to storm," he took to the air in one leap grabbing his younger self by the collar and flew to the gate. The coat felt suspiciously light in his grasp, he frowned and looked down to see Dante falling to the floor.

"I'm ok," the younger called and stood up limping away.

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"Don't let it get you," Dante said firing madly at it.

"Ermmm," he looked down, "Too late?" he gave a helpless grin and his coat was suddenly yanked away.

"Crap," Dante muttered tossing the coat aside.

"HELP," the younger called as he was swallowed by goo, "Its a little sticky down here...somebody...oooh floating skulls..."

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Younger Dante looked down to see a blob of goo on his left foot, he lifted said foot and began shaking it violently until his boot flew off hitting Dante in the head.

"I QUIT." Dante growled storming off.

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He placed his foot down as the floor began to crack, "Oh no," he muttered under his breath as nothing was under his feet, luckily his older self had caught him before he fell but there was a crunch and the floor didn't give way. They waited and looked at each other but still nothing happened.

"Ok who's in charge of the floor collapsing!" The director shouted.

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Chapter 3 Out Takes.

"Ouch," Dante gave a surprised yelp as a leaf attached to his arm, he glowered as the older man ripped it off very painfully, taking a chunk of skin with it.

The leaf scurried away coughing and choking, "He tastes disgusting, I need proper food," with that the leaf dived into a huge bag labelled, 'the best food for Hell's foliage', "Ahh that's better."

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A grey stone door, a dragons head depicted on its front a small opening below the viscous head a crystal ball filled with glowing liquid resided within it…the quicksilver. He growled and opened the door, only to find it would not budge, he growled and banged on it hard, "Vergil open this door now, we are due to come in and kick your ass." He received no answer and gave an annoyed sigh, "I'm outta here, I don't get paid enough for this crap."

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Chapter 4 Out Takes

"I'll take it out on you," In a swift motion he moves to stand only to find the ropes had not quite come undone, he gave an irritated growl.

"I knew my ropes were solid," Older Dante quipped, receiving a dark glare from Vergil.

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Dante picked up the letter from the desk and read it.

I am out of here

I can't stick another round of this crap until I get a pay rise,

un-bloody-likely.

So I probably won't see you again.

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