Richtofen
Nein, not ze puppies!
This is my first Prompt, I hope you enjoy it. 
Dante and Vergil circled each other like hawks preparing to dive in for the kill.
“I’m always better than you Dante,” Vergil said coldly. “Surrender now.”
“As if,” Dante coolly replied. “As your younger brother, you should know I’m pretty stubborn.” He smirked.
The older twin scoffed at his brother’s remark. “You’re too stubborn to admit your defeat!” He stopped circling, giving Dante an icy glare.
“What’s this, my brother losing his cool?” The younger twin whistled in amusement. “You just afraid you might lose this battle to your baby brother?” He began to taunt Vergil, standing parallel across from him.
Vergil gritted his teeth, his patience steadily wearing thin. “Say another word, and you will regret it.” He threatened.
“Regret what?” Dante playfully smirked, earning a low growl from his other half.
Vergil shoved out his hand towards his brother. “If I beat you, you cannot speak to me, bug me OR disturb me in any way possible for a month. You got that?”
Dante took a deep breath, carefully studying his brother’s hand as if he were inspecting it for any traps. “Alright, you got yourself a deal.” He put his hand out, but stopped before he shook on it. “But if I win,” The younger half-devil looked squarely into his older brother’s eyes. “You’re going to be my maid for a week.”
Vergil tensed up, but he wasn’t one to back down from his younger brother, never. “Deal,”
“Deal,” Dante smiled as he shook hands. “Where and when should we start?” He asked.
“In the kitchen, right now,” Vergil spun on the back of his heel, making haste towards the kitchen with Dante following close behind. The older twin sat down the closest chair, Dante sat opposite of him. “Prepare to go down, Dante.” Vergil spat.
“Likewise,” Dante returned the venom. He leaned forward, extending his hand to the middle of the table, palm open. “Take it or leave it, it’s not too late to turn back now bro.” He offered.
“Never,” Vergil took Dante’s hand in an iron grip. “It would be dishonorable to tarnish our agreement.”
“Hey, I gave ya fleeting chance to back down.” Dante slyly smiled. “Let’s do this!”
The pair’s thumbs went erect into the air, trying to tower over the opponent’s appendage. In unison they began to sing. “One, two, three, four I declare a thumb war. Kiss, hug, bow…” They looked directly into each others eyes for a brief second. “Go!” The chairs flew back as they stood on their feet, trying to gain the advantage to pin down the opponent’s thumb.
They jabbed violently at each other, their thumbs dodging frantically to get out of the way of being pinned down.
“Just give up!” Vergil ground out as he attempted to trap his younger twin’s thumb. Dante managed to narrowly escape his brother’s vicious attack.
“No!” Dante yelled back as he pushed Vergil back slightly, making him lose balance. His older brother lost concentration for one second trying to steady himself. In that one second Dante was able to pin down his older brother’s thumb in a bone crushing hold. Vergil began to panic on the inside, no matter how much he wiggled his thumb he couldn’t dislodge it from his brother’s grip. “I win.” Dante said smugly.
“You cheat!” The older half-devil sneered. “I demand a rematch.”
“A deal’s a deal and we never stated any rematches,” Dante slyly grinned; oh how much fun it will be making his older brother’s life a living hell in one week.
"Tell you what," Vergil composed himself, trying to regain his cool composure. "I challenge you to a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors. If I win, you drop the maid act."
"Sounds tempting..." Dante thought it over for a minute. "Double or nothing." He added. "If I win, you still do the maid act and order me pizza for a month. If I lose I drop everything and leave you alone for two months. How does that sound?"
"Deal," Vergil agreed.
"Let's rock!" Dante exclaimed.
Dante and Vergil circled each other like hawks preparing to dive in for the kill.
“I’m always better than you Dante,” Vergil said coldly. “Surrender now.”
“As if,” Dante coolly replied. “As your younger brother, you should know I’m pretty stubborn.” He smirked.
The older twin scoffed at his brother’s remark. “You’re too stubborn to admit your defeat!” He stopped circling, giving Dante an icy glare.
“What’s this, my brother losing his cool?” The younger twin whistled in amusement. “You just afraid you might lose this battle to your baby brother?” He began to taunt Vergil, standing parallel across from him.
Vergil gritted his teeth, his patience steadily wearing thin. “Say another word, and you will regret it.” He threatened.
“Regret what?” Dante playfully smirked, earning a low growl from his other half.
Vergil shoved out his hand towards his brother. “If I beat you, you cannot speak to me, bug me OR disturb me in any way possible for a month. You got that?”
Dante took a deep breath, carefully studying his brother’s hand as if he were inspecting it for any traps. “Alright, you got yourself a deal.” He put his hand out, but stopped before he shook on it. “But if I win,” The younger half-devil looked squarely into his older brother’s eyes. “You’re going to be my maid for a week.”
Vergil tensed up, but he wasn’t one to back down from his younger brother, never. “Deal,”
“Deal,” Dante smiled as he shook hands. “Where and when should we start?” He asked.
“In the kitchen, right now,” Vergil spun on the back of his heel, making haste towards the kitchen with Dante following close behind. The older twin sat down the closest chair, Dante sat opposite of him. “Prepare to go down, Dante.” Vergil spat.
“Likewise,” Dante returned the venom. He leaned forward, extending his hand to the middle of the table, palm open. “Take it or leave it, it’s not too late to turn back now bro.” He offered.
“Never,” Vergil took Dante’s hand in an iron grip. “It would be dishonorable to tarnish our agreement.”
“Hey, I gave ya fleeting chance to back down.” Dante slyly smiled. “Let’s do this!”
The pair’s thumbs went erect into the air, trying to tower over the opponent’s appendage. In unison they began to sing. “One, two, three, four I declare a thumb war. Kiss, hug, bow…” They looked directly into each others eyes for a brief second. “Go!” The chairs flew back as they stood on their feet, trying to gain the advantage to pin down the opponent’s thumb.
They jabbed violently at each other, their thumbs dodging frantically to get out of the way of being pinned down.
“Just give up!” Vergil ground out as he attempted to trap his younger twin’s thumb. Dante managed to narrowly escape his brother’s vicious attack.
“No!” Dante yelled back as he pushed Vergil back slightly, making him lose balance. His older brother lost concentration for one second trying to steady himself. In that one second Dante was able to pin down his older brother’s thumb in a bone crushing hold. Vergil began to panic on the inside, no matter how much he wiggled his thumb he couldn’t dislodge it from his brother’s grip. “I win.” Dante said smugly.
“You cheat!” The older half-devil sneered. “I demand a rematch.”
“A deal’s a deal and we never stated any rematches,” Dante slyly grinned; oh how much fun it will be making his older brother’s life a living hell in one week.
"Tell you what," Vergil composed himself, trying to regain his cool composure. "I challenge you to a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors. If I win, you drop the maid act."
"Sounds tempting..." Dante thought it over for a minute. "Double or nothing." He added. "If I win, you still do the maid act and order me pizza for a month. If I lose I drop everything and leave you alone for two months. How does that sound?"
"Deal," Vergil agreed.
"Let's rock!" Dante exclaimed.
