BlueDevil
Super Penguin Number 2
Prompt: Water
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Author: BlueDevil
“Ignorant fool!” Vergil spat, pushing the sixteen year old Dante away, “How dare you play this childish joke on me!”
“Jeez, cool it Vergil. It’s not like a little water stain is the end of the world.” Dante sighed, trying to reason with his angered twin brother, “I didn’t drench you.”
“You DID drench me! I won’t stand back any longer while you subject me to these random acts of absolute immaturity!” Vergil stomped his foot into the ground, “This has gone on long enough!”
“Seriously dude, it was a water-gun. People play with these things all of the time.” Dante looked at the plastic device in his hands, the water in the bottle halfway expended on Vergil’s custom-tailored clothing.
“A water-gun! That’s hardly even a step up from the bucket of water you oh so cleverly placed above my half-cracked bedroom door last week!” Vergil's fists began to clinch tightly, his fingers digging into the palm of his hand, which was now sweaty from anger.
“You’re still ticked off about that? C’mon dude, that was like…the oldest trick in the book.” Dante said, still trying to reason.
“Trick in the book? What book is this?!” Vergil demanded.
“You’re an idiot. Calm down, and why don’t you order some pizza while you’re at it?” Dante said, turning to walk into the bathroom so he could empty the rest of the water from his toy gun.
“Order s- GUH! The inconsiderate things that seep from your mouth truly amaze me! I’m damp to the extreme because of YOU, and you want me to order pizza so that you can fill your grubby belly?! Well I won’t! And that’s that!” Vergil crossed his arms, closing his eyes and lifting his chin in an arrogant manner.
Dante turned slowly, pumping the water-gun as he went, and stared at Vergil with a foolish grin on his face, “Oh, you won’t eh?”
Vergil peeked at him with one eye, his brows immediately furrowing to express his disapproval for what Dante was threatening him with, “I swear to you, Dante, if you release an ounce…literally a single drop…of that water onto me, I. Will. HURT. You.”
“Then buy me some pizza, dearest brother o’ mine.” Dante smirked.
“You’re going to learn what no means before tonight is over. I can tell.” Vergil growled, viciously looking at the barrel of the plastic gun.
“No pizza, huh?”
“No. Not at all.”
“Then I’m sorry.” Dante said. The next few seconds seemed to go by in slow-mo, as what took three seconds seemed to last an eternity in Vergil’s eyes.
Dante gave the water-gun one last pump, pumping it has far as the tri-barreled, colorfully painted, super-soaker could go, as the toy weapon rose up to form a direct line to Vergil’s head. And then Dante squeezed the trigger. Oh! Vergil could not believe what his brother had just done, even though he was expecting it. He really was. But sadly, as that grimy little finger pulled back on the bright green trigger of what had to be, by far, the most annoying toy in existence, Vergil simply could not react due to the extreme amount of dismay that had filled him. And the water came. In force. Pouring over Vergil’s face like a cold shower on an even colder day, the icy water struck him with so much power that he felt his neck pop a few times as his head jolted backward. Grunting, and slipping off of one foot, surprised by how powerful the gun actually was, Vergil fell flat onto his rump in a big, damp mess on the beige carpet in the apartment they were sharing.
Vergil was very slow in wiping the water from his face, making sure to give the cackling Dante the most horrifying look of absolute displeasure he could. And it was very frightening indeed. So much in fact, that Dante’s entire body puffed up with goose bumps. The younger twin’s eyes widened as Vergil calmly stood back up, shaking his head a bit to get the water out of his hair, in turn letting the strands fall down so that his matched Dante’s hair.
Dante knew he’d done something wrong now, “Eheh, listen up Verg…I didn’t think it would be this bad. Honest, I was just-”
“SNOT NOSED BRAT!” Vergil shouted, cutting a bewildered Dante off, “I warned you. And now, you will feel pain.”
“Vergil! It’s just water man, c’mon!!” Dante yelled, almost falling to his knees.
“Just water? Hah! Well, ‘just water’ is more than enough to annoy me!” Vergil shouted.
At that very moment, several rapid bangs rattled their apartment room’s door, and a loud voice, the apartment building owner’s voice to be exact, grumbled from behind, “Shut up in there will ya! The other people livin’ here are complainin’ ‘bout you little punks in there! The roaches ain’t the only things makin’ their lives uncomfortable for livin’!”
Vergil growled at the man behind the door. Oh, how he despised that fat, little, balding, meat sack and his tiny Hitler-looking mustache. More than once had Vergil thought of stuffing him in the car and driving him off of the side of a cliff. No one would miss him.
But Vergil pushed aside those thoughts for now and turned back to Dante, a devious, evil smile cracking over his face, and he took several long strides forward before delivering a swift kick to the side of Dante’s left knee. In a sad attempt to retaliate, the younger sibling threw out a wild haymaker, only to have it deflected effortlessly by the now giggling Vergil, who took little less than a mere second to smack Dante across his cheeks three times.
Dante shook his head a few times and raised a brow at Vergil, “Wait…that’s it? That was the terrifying pain you were talking about? Pssh! Loser!”
Vergil’s smile only got bigger, “Oh no, little brother! Not even close. I’m only just beginning. I’ll make this, as you like to say, one helluva crazy party.”
Dante frowned, a bead of sweat rolling down his cheek, “Hey listen, I’ll make this whole incident up to you. Promise, okay?”
“No no, foolish boy. Forgiveness is no longer an option for me. You pushed that off of the face of the Earth. You see, like this.” Vergil rose his hand up about midway to his chest, taking his other hand and dragging it away from the first, making a whistling sound as he let it drop, and once his arm dangled far enough, he took both of his hands and made the shape of an explosion, imitating the sounds of one with his mouth in a rather sarcastic manner. It wasn’t like him at all, and this truly scared Dante.
Unfortunately, as Dante backed away, Vergil only slowly followed. Dante would not sleep well this night.
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Author: BlueDevil
“Ignorant fool!” Vergil spat, pushing the sixteen year old Dante away, “How dare you play this childish joke on me!”
“Jeez, cool it Vergil. It’s not like a little water stain is the end of the world.” Dante sighed, trying to reason with his angered twin brother, “I didn’t drench you.”
“You DID drench me! I won’t stand back any longer while you subject me to these random acts of absolute immaturity!” Vergil stomped his foot into the ground, “This has gone on long enough!”
“Seriously dude, it was a water-gun. People play with these things all of the time.” Dante looked at the plastic device in his hands, the water in the bottle halfway expended on Vergil’s custom-tailored clothing.
“A water-gun! That’s hardly even a step up from the bucket of water you oh so cleverly placed above my half-cracked bedroom door last week!” Vergil's fists began to clinch tightly, his fingers digging into the palm of his hand, which was now sweaty from anger.
“You’re still ticked off about that? C’mon dude, that was like…the oldest trick in the book.” Dante said, still trying to reason.
“Trick in the book? What book is this?!” Vergil demanded.
“You’re an idiot. Calm down, and why don’t you order some pizza while you’re at it?” Dante said, turning to walk into the bathroom so he could empty the rest of the water from his toy gun.
“Order s- GUH! The inconsiderate things that seep from your mouth truly amaze me! I’m damp to the extreme because of YOU, and you want me to order pizza so that you can fill your grubby belly?! Well I won’t! And that’s that!” Vergil crossed his arms, closing his eyes and lifting his chin in an arrogant manner.
Dante turned slowly, pumping the water-gun as he went, and stared at Vergil with a foolish grin on his face, “Oh, you won’t eh?”
Vergil peeked at him with one eye, his brows immediately furrowing to express his disapproval for what Dante was threatening him with, “I swear to you, Dante, if you release an ounce…literally a single drop…of that water onto me, I. Will. HURT. You.”
“Then buy me some pizza, dearest brother o’ mine.” Dante smirked.
“You’re going to learn what no means before tonight is over. I can tell.” Vergil growled, viciously looking at the barrel of the plastic gun.
“No pizza, huh?”
“No. Not at all.”
“Then I’m sorry.” Dante said. The next few seconds seemed to go by in slow-mo, as what took three seconds seemed to last an eternity in Vergil’s eyes.
Dante gave the water-gun one last pump, pumping it has far as the tri-barreled, colorfully painted, super-soaker could go, as the toy weapon rose up to form a direct line to Vergil’s head. And then Dante squeezed the trigger. Oh! Vergil could not believe what his brother had just done, even though he was expecting it. He really was. But sadly, as that grimy little finger pulled back on the bright green trigger of what had to be, by far, the most annoying toy in existence, Vergil simply could not react due to the extreme amount of dismay that had filled him. And the water came. In force. Pouring over Vergil’s face like a cold shower on an even colder day, the icy water struck him with so much power that he felt his neck pop a few times as his head jolted backward. Grunting, and slipping off of one foot, surprised by how powerful the gun actually was, Vergil fell flat onto his rump in a big, damp mess on the beige carpet in the apartment they were sharing.
Vergil was very slow in wiping the water from his face, making sure to give the cackling Dante the most horrifying look of absolute displeasure he could. And it was very frightening indeed. So much in fact, that Dante’s entire body puffed up with goose bumps. The younger twin’s eyes widened as Vergil calmly stood back up, shaking his head a bit to get the water out of his hair, in turn letting the strands fall down so that his matched Dante’s hair.
Dante knew he’d done something wrong now, “Eheh, listen up Verg…I didn’t think it would be this bad. Honest, I was just-”
“SNOT NOSED BRAT!” Vergil shouted, cutting a bewildered Dante off, “I warned you. And now, you will feel pain.”
“Vergil! It’s just water man, c’mon!!” Dante yelled, almost falling to his knees.
“Just water? Hah! Well, ‘just water’ is more than enough to annoy me!” Vergil shouted.
At that very moment, several rapid bangs rattled their apartment room’s door, and a loud voice, the apartment building owner’s voice to be exact, grumbled from behind, “Shut up in there will ya! The other people livin’ here are complainin’ ‘bout you little punks in there! The roaches ain’t the only things makin’ their lives uncomfortable for livin’!”
Vergil growled at the man behind the door. Oh, how he despised that fat, little, balding, meat sack and his tiny Hitler-looking mustache. More than once had Vergil thought of stuffing him in the car and driving him off of the side of a cliff. No one would miss him.
But Vergil pushed aside those thoughts for now and turned back to Dante, a devious, evil smile cracking over his face, and he took several long strides forward before delivering a swift kick to the side of Dante’s left knee. In a sad attempt to retaliate, the younger sibling threw out a wild haymaker, only to have it deflected effortlessly by the now giggling Vergil, who took little less than a mere second to smack Dante across his cheeks three times.
Dante shook his head a few times and raised a brow at Vergil, “Wait…that’s it? That was the terrifying pain you were talking about? Pssh! Loser!”
Vergil’s smile only got bigger, “Oh no, little brother! Not even close. I’m only just beginning. I’ll make this, as you like to say, one helluva crazy party.”
Dante frowned, a bead of sweat rolling down his cheek, “Hey listen, I’ll make this whole incident up to you. Promise, okay?”
“No no, foolish boy. Forgiveness is no longer an option for me. You pushed that off of the face of the Earth. You see, like this.” Vergil rose his hand up about midway to his chest, taking his other hand and dragging it away from the first, making a whistling sound as he let it drop, and once his arm dangled far enough, he took both of his hands and made the shape of an explosion, imitating the sounds of one with his mouth in a rather sarcastic manner. It wasn’t like him at all, and this truly scared Dante.
Unfortunately, as Dante backed away, Vergil only slowly followed. Dante would not sleep well this night.
