A Fated Meeting
By Scitzo and Psyco
A/N: This is a one shot challenge from Devil Seifer. The plot idea was Vergil's total lack of originality. This is based on the novelisation of what happens prior to DMC1 by Shin-ya Gokeda. Reviews are much appreciated.
"Devil May Cry?" said Vergil "That's the best he could come up with. Everyone knows Devils never cry. Wait a minute that sign is PINK! How much more girly can you get… Well I guess go check on him." Just a month after his defeat by Dante in Bobby Cellar. Vergil had decided to keep a closer eye on his party hardy brother Dante.
Inside his shop Dante was having a rather boring night only about three phone calls and none of them had the password. Dante was just about to fall asleep in his chair when a very unexpected visitor came though the door, his brother Vergil.
"Hey! If it isn't mister Unoriginality himself!" said Dante jokingly but wary of Vergil due to their last encounter.
"What do you mean "Unoriginality?" retorted Vergil, "You're the one with the stupid girly pink sign out there for the world to see."
"You're calling my taste stupid?" Said Dante in a mock hurt voice "This from a guy who, the last time we met, was dressed like Alfred Hitchcock's the invisible man fresh out of a business meeting? And not to mention you're oh so original pseudonym"
"Hey! What wrong with my name I thought it was pretty good." Replied Vergil/
"Yeah I guess… if you discount the fact that if you take the last three letters of 'Gilver' and put them in front of the first three you get Vergil."
"Wait…OH CRAP…" said Vergil realizing just how lame it was.
"Yeah definitely a minus ten in originality, bro"
"OK well if I get a minus ten in originality you must a minus ten in intelligence. It took you until five seconds before I disappeared to figure out that it was me." Retorted Vergil
"HEY COME OVER HERE AND SAY THAT!" Yelled Dante, he wasn't sure but he could have sworn his brother just called him stupid.
"Speaking of me disappearing… do you know how long it took me to get the suit of armor you wreaked fixed? Thanks a lot!" said Vergil sarcastically
"It serves you right let's see, you destroyed my favorite bar, killed all my drinking buddies, turned the only bar tender in town who would raise my tab limit into a zombie, and not to mention the last time I was there he served me a 'strawbloody' sundae. Ice cream hasn't been the same since then." Said Dante ticking the reasons off on his fingers.
"Okay smartboy, you think you can do better? Come on then pick a good pseudonym for me." Said Vergil
"Let's see here… you could be…Cerberus how 'bout that?" Dante asked trying to be genuinely helpful.
"Name myself after the three headed slobbering guardian of hell…hmmm I don't think so. It figures that is the best that the man that calls himself 'Tony Redgrave' can come up with."
"Come on! It'd be fun I could call Vergie-wolf. How about I take you out for a walk? Come on puppy let's go."
"What did you call me!" managed Vergil he could tell he was losing grip on his normally cold and reserved exterior, when his right eye started to twitch. "I DON'T CARE IF WE'RE BROTHERS! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"
It's Showtime!"
So in a clash of red and blue began another fight to the death of the sons of Sparda.
Fin.
"But each sundown, the mysterious shadows dance in the sky once – there's no escaping their ghastly screams. Their cries are a warning, perhaps, heralding the end of our world." "Devil May Cry" by. Shin-ya Goikeda