Devil May Cry: Restitution

Chapter 2

Shortly after their brief conversation Dante pretended to fall asleep. His plan was to wait until Nero and Night fell asleep so he could find the cloaked man from earlier. It took them a while but Dante waited patiently until he could hear the soft breathing of the Order Knight's signalling to him that they were asleep before he got up and gingerly stepped over them to get out into the aisle.

"Alright. Now where are you sitting, Cloaky?" Dante looked back towards the bar and recalled the man coming from that direction when Night had gotten up earlier. "So then he must be this way." Dante turned and started in the opposite direction of the bar, the hunter hanging onto the backs of the seats as he went to keep his balance while the train was still in motion. He peeked in on every person wearing something that struck him as off and chuffed when he noticed the cloaked figure a few seats down from where he stood now.

With a push off the seats he strode forward and plunked himself down beside the cloaked figure with a smirk. "This seat taken?" He suppressed a laugh when the figure turned to face him. "Nice disguise, bro." With that Dante reached out and pulled the hood right off the man's head...

And then came the laughter when all he got was that typical glare from his older brother.

"/Why/ are you here, Dante?" Came Vergil's irritated voice.

"Same reason as you I suppose."

"You're an imbecile. You couldn't POSSIBLY be here for THAT."

"I like how you cut to the chase and get right to the insults."

"You're infuriating."

"And you're a prude." Dante snorted when Vergil almost punched him in the arm then whipped his head around to ignore him. "So." He mused, glancing back at his seat where Nero and Night were still sleeping. "You gonna tell him or should I?"

Vergil growled and shot him a look. "You will remain /silent/."

"I dunno Verg. The kid has a right to know."

"You wouldn't /dare/!"

"Wouldn't I?" Dante sprouted the most shit eating grin he could muster when Vergil just GLARED at him. They sat there in some sort of silent standoff until suddenly, Dante reached over and pulled the cloak right off Vergil and got up, the latter having been knocked from his seat when the fabric was pulled out from under him. "Hey kid!"

"DANTE!" Vergil nearly howled, shooting up and stumbling down the aisle after his brother. "INSANE BUFFOON!" He growled when he crashed into Dante. "WHAT is the meaning of this?"

"Wha-..." Nero whipped his head this way and that when he heard Vergil yelling. "What's going on?"

"Hey kid, look who decided to help us out." Dante draped and arm over Vergil's shoulders.

"...What?" Nero was barely awake. "What are you talking about Dante?"

"Ol' Verg here is gonna give us a hand with the case; aren't yea Verg?" Dante pat Vergil's shoulder with his free hand. "Wouldn't want me to air any of your dirty laundry when you're not around now would yea?"

"UnHAND me!" Vergil pulled away from Dante's embrace and stepped over Nero and Night (whom was still fast asleep) to take a seat. "Do NOT misunderstand my purpose for remaining here. The /only/ reason I am here is to make sure YOU remain SILENT." Vergil placed his feet on Dante's seat when the hunter attempted to sit down. "AM I understood?"

Dante made a face and waved his brother off. "Yeah yeah." He moved Vergil's feet and plunked himself down. "Message received loud and clear bro."