Devils + Vampire

The Vampire Awakens: Dante's Side

"So, this is where you ran off to?"

Vergil's chopsticks stopped halfway to his mouth. His already sour expression seemed to get worse as he let his hand drop. His lunch break had just started and he had chosen to leave the school to eat. The primary reason being the students. He was accosted on his way out of the library by numerous female students, who were all trying to ask him to go eat with them. When he turned away and left them behind, he was then met by numerous male students. Who were all trying to challenge him to a duel of some sort.

Another time, Vergil would've taken delight in showing them their place.

As it stood?

He simply wanted to eat in peace. But it seemed his brother had other plans.

His utensils gently hit the black plastic bowl that he had in his lap. Looking up at the familiar voice he had heard made him sigh in frustration, "Why are you here, Dante?"

Dante shrugged, "Didn't see you in the student's lunch room or the Teacher's Lounge. So, I went looking and found you sitting out here on a bench. Looking to all the world like a sad old man who's family doesn't visit anymore."

The younger Sparda brother chuckled while lifting the square cardboard box he held in his right hand up. He tossed it up a little, letting it land on his finger before pushing one of the edges. Like his brother, he had been accosted by numerous students on the way here. Unlike Vergil, though, his students were mostly young men. Who were all asking him for relationship advice, or how to be "cool" like he was. He did what he could to answer their questions, but needed to slip away to meet his brother for lunch.

The box began to spin on his finger while Dante stared down at Vergil. He looked at the bowl in his brother's lap then frowned, "The heck are you eating?"

"Some of the local cuisine. A bowl of ramen noodles with egg and chicken broth," he lifted some of the still hot noodles with his chopsticks for Dante to see, "It is supposed to be rather filling. And gives me an excuse to practice using chopsticks."

"Pfft, seriously?" Dante rolled his eyes. He sat down next to Vergil on an empty side of the bench and placed the box in his lap. He made a show of lifting the lid while staring Vergil in the eyes, "How about you put the sticks down and enjoy a little taste of home with your brother? Feast your eyes on this baby."

He popped open the box's lid. From within a large waft of steam flew into the air, along with the smell of Dante's favorite dish; A pizza from the human world with everything on it...except olives.

Dante took a deep whiff of the cheesy concoction. He let out a happy sigh as memories of home began to surface, "Oooohhh boy. Been too long since I had a slice of this good stuff."

He picked up a slice and immediately bit into it. Vergil watched his brother's sloppy eating with disgust on his face. He scoffed before going back to his own meal, "Must you put such horrid things inside your body? Our demon blood does much for us, but we must still take care of ourselves."

Dante, after licking what was left off his fingers, glanced at Vergil. He raised an eyebrow, "You sure about that? I've been eating this stuff since I was a teen. And my body hasn't slowed down on me yet."

"Yet," Vergil countered.

"Like you're one to talk. Based on what the kid told me, before you got your new bod, you were limping around like a 100 year old man," Dante leaned forward while placing a hand on his back. He spoke in a poor imitation of an older gentleman, "Oh, Nero. Ya mind helpin' out your old man for old times' sake? Aye just be needin' to borrow your arm for a second. Just need to take the Yam'a'to and split myself into two beings. Nothin' too crazy."