Devil May Cry: Revolution

Chapter 8

It had been no more then five hours after Vergil had found the map that Nero found himself on a train headed to some remote city he'd never even heard of, let alone could he pronounce the name of it. He was sitting in the window seat with his headphones on, occasionally he would spin a pencil or pen in both hands like he was playing the drums on stage in front of some huge crowed. Dante couldn't help but laugh when Nero would silently break out into a drum solo, whacking the temporary drumsticks against his legs until either the song ended or he got bored of the song and changed it. He seemed rather oblivious to the fact that he was being watched the whole time by Dante and Vergil who was sitting opposite him.

" You having fun over there little drummer boy? " Dante mused with a grin. Nero just threw the pencil in his left hand at him, but of course Dante ducked and the pencil sailed over his seat and out of their view. Nero rolled his eyes when Dante burst out laughing and Sparda walked back with the pencil in his hands.

" Sorry about that Mr. Sparda. I was aiming for Dante... " Nero explained. Sparda cast his usual unimpressed father look at him and Dante then handed the pencil back to Nero.

" Try to refrain from throwing anything pointy on the train boys... " Sparda said while looking at Vergil intently.

" That was an accident I wasn't purposely aiming for that man... " Vergil rebuked. Earlier he had chased Dante from one end of the train to the next because of something he had done back at the train station and when he fired an ethereal sword out of habit he just narrowly missed an old man getting out of his seat to use the bathroom. Dante snickered as Sparda walked away to finish his talk with Fin who was explaining things to the conductor of the train. He and Sparda had convinced the man to take them to the end of the line, which was the closest to the city they needed to be in, even though the last stop was quite a ways before that.

" Man.. We're gonna be on this train forever.. " Nero complained as he shifted his weight in the seat. Vergil turned around to face him now that he'd had his fill of glaring at Fin from a distance.

" Why did you want him to come with us Nero? " He growled. Nero shrugged before answering.

" I already told you back at the station. He promised to help get Kyrie back... "

" Besides bro " Dante intersected " If he tries anything we'll just have to kick his ass ". Vergil sneered at his brother and rolled his eyes before pulling Nero out of his seat and switching places with him.

" Coulda just asked to switch spots " Nero grumbled as he sat down again. Vergil growled at Nero then sat opposite his brother. Dante carefully eyed Vergil a little curious as to why he suddenly wanted to change seats then got up, sat beside him and turned to ask him. That is until Vergil's fist collided with the side of his head.

" That is a warning should you continue to annoy me dear brother... " He said coldly. Dante just shook his head and chuckled, putting his feet up on the seat in front of him. Nero, being as bored as he was, got the idea to use Dante's legs as a pillow and stretched out on the seats. Dante growled slightly in protest but really he didn't mind so long as Nero didn't move his legs to make himself more comfortable.

" Comfy kid? " He asked when Nero finally settled down into a content position. Nero just flashed him an annoyed look then turned his music up louder and closed his eyes for some shut eye seeing as they still had quite a ways to go before they reached their destination. Dante smiled a little and crossed his arms as he watched Nero fall asleep listening to some hardcore rock song. " Ten bucks says that song'll give the kid nightmares "

" What makes you say that brother? " Vergil asked, humoring Dante.

" Well the last time he fell asleep listening to something like that he woke up screaming in a cold sweat "