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THE AWESOME ME
[y/a]= your age
[name a city]= Name the city you want to live in

'Today is your [y/a]th birthday! Congrats and happy birthday to you! Another year you have managed to survive the hords of demons after yours and Vergil Sparda's heads! Great!
.........................................................
You don't remember how you met him, do you? How rude! You are lucky that, I, your trusty friend, remembers the whole ordeal! I bet Vergy wouldn't be too thrilled on the idea of being fogotten so easily! I bet he would throw you to the demons if he were to find out and we don't want that, do we? Nope! So I shall tell you a simplified version of it.

You see, it was three years ago on this very day that you both met. It was cold, wet and dark in [name a city]. Why were you out at this time? Beats me, you're the one who was stupid enough to do so! You were walking down an alley way when you noticed a hunched over person. You approched this person (again, stupid idea!) and seen that he was covered in blood. You pulled me out and was about to phone 911 when he smacked ME, the Great Almighty ME, away! He shakily stood up, leaning on the brick wall behind him. You got pissed and told him to sit his ass down and let you get him some help. Ignoring you, like the cold hearted bastard he is and always will be, he walked further into the alley way. After picking me up and making sure he didn't break me, you ran after him, telling him that he could make his condition worse if he kept moving. He turned to you, his face nigh unreadable and a FUCKING SWORD AT YOUR NECK!!! Nah, that didn'thappen, though it should have, concidering his temper towards humans... Anyways, you couldn't read a word on his face and you noticed that he wasn't looking at you, more behind you. Turning around, you faced the most HORRENDIS looking monster ever! It was a neon purple with five claw arms and a face that would make Fredy Crewger cry!
Screaming, you backed away, nearly avoiding one of the claws, and falling to the ground. The monster looked down to you and raised all five of it's claws, intending to tear you to shreds when, one after another, they cleanly fell off, blood barely coming out of the limbs. You quickly backed away as the man regally walked forwards, his katana in hand. Not wanting to witness the fight, you curled up into a ball, covering you ears and closing your eyes. After what felt like an eternety, you uncurled yourself, seeing that the man was walking out of the ally, the monster now a rotting corpse. You jumped up and ran after him again, flying over the dead monster, literaly. As you reached him, he glared at you, putting away his weapon. When the handle met sheeth, multiple small cuts sprang up all over your body and cloths. He turned away again "Unless you wish to die now, I sugest you quit pestering me." Yeah. Bastard. Fuck you too.

God, it took THREE FUCKING YEARS to gain this asshole's trust, and we LIVED with him for half of it! Tool... Yeah, I called him a tool! Screw him! If it weren't for him, demons wouldn't be chasing you!!
8________8 Luv ya, hot stuff! XXOOXOXOXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX'
8********************************************8

You put down your phone. It was still mad about having Vergil see how in the flying fuck it had a personality of it's own. In the end, apparently even he couldn't find the answer, so you both left it. You were sitting in the living room of a small cottage Vergil had rented for the time being, bored out of your mind. You had been told that you were not alowed under any sercumstance, other than a demon attack, to leave. It had been like this since you had moved in with him "I will be leaving for a period of time. I will contact you when I have reached my destination. You are not to leave while I am gone." And there he goes again, off doing who-knows-what. Leaning back into the plush couch, you respond "There's no food in the fridge." Vergil secured his katana, Yamato. "I have already arranged for your meals." You looked at the roof "What if I don't like what you picked out?" After the first time Vergil left you alone with food you refused to eat, you would have been surprised if he did. "Starve." You layed down, a foot dangling off the couch, hands behind your head. "Thanks." Satisfied with Yamato's placement, Vergil opened the door. "Be careful, Vergil." He paused in the door way, a common occurance lately. Ever since he met up with his twin six months ago, he had been more..... unsure. Vergil closed the door behind him, quiet as always.

Your phone buzzed. Picking it up, you checked your messages. Nothing new from you're friends and family, so your phone must want to talk. Opening the text screen, you find that words were already written.
'So what do you think, pumpkin?'
You shook your head. Why did it keep calling you these stupid pet names? "What do I think about what?" The question disapered, replaced with your answer.
'What do you think that Blue Peacock keeps ditching your beautiful self for!? Or maybe..... Who?'
"Don't start."
'Seriously, think about it! Anyone with a working set of eyes and a brain cell would want to jump those sexy bones; he is also a man, admitidly a rude one, but still!'
You smerked "Oh, so you think Vergil is sexy?"
'SHAT UP'
"I think he might get a kick out of this..."
'DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE. I WILL DELEAT YOUR CONTACTS, AGAIN.'
You started laughing evily "I have a copy of them!"
'I WILL LOCK YOU OUT WHILE I'M AT IT.'
"Vergil will just get your replacement!!"
'FUCK YOU.'
You drop the phone onto the couch, trying to keep your sides intact. As much of a pain it was to have a phone that talks to you, it can help sometimes. "I love picking on you!" You pick your phone back up.
'Well, I hate it.'
You smile "That's how I feel when you do it to me, so we're even!"
'NEVER.'
"You're right, I need more blackmail; or should I say, Black-male!" You howled with laughter, you phone using random noises to show it's displeasure. "I still can't believe that you like black d's!"
A blushing icon poped onto the screen 'Shat up, Kitten.'

8**********************************************8

It had been five days now since Vergil left and he hasn't called once. No texts either. You knew that your phone wouldn't keep you from knowing if Vergil was okay. You understood that he could take care of himself, but from what you have seen while living with him, it was not very good, so you couldn't help but worry a little. Your phone buzzed on the kitchen counter, letting you know it wants to say something. You look at the screen, reading it's message.
'Calm down a little... Look, he just sent a text saying that he's coming back tonight and that he got distracted with his job.'
You sighed, going to the couch. "That weeaboo..." You sat down as the door opened, revealing a slightly dishevled Vergil holding a large white box. "I doubt you truely understand what that word means." You turn and glare at him "What took you so long to contact us? And what the fuck are you doing here not even a minute after texting us?" Walking into the spotless modern kitchen, Vergil placed the box onto the counter and proceded to the bathroom. So like him. The phone buzzed in your hand.
'Let's go check out what he's got in the box!'
As if he was able to read the phones' mind, Vergil called out "Do not touch the box. There will be punishment other wise."
'Foowey! How did he know!?'
You shook your head, laying down, hand coiled around a hidden hand gun. One can never be to safe. Somehow knowing what you were planning on doing, Vergil sans shirt and coat, returned to the living room and removed the gun in your grasp, placing it on the mahogany coffee table infront of you. Your phone whisled at the site of half naked Vergil. Staring you strait in the eye, Vergil huskly said "That infernal contraption of yours has a picture of you and your friends at some beach four and a half years ago. At the time your hair was the same length as mine and as red as blood. The swimming gear you had was purple and green." You blinked. Yup, it was Vergil. God was he attentive to detail! Except when it came to food, then you might as well go find a unicorn-riding-purple lepercon with bigfoot and the lockness monster, because he just won't take a fucking hint!
"Go take your shower, Vergil."

Description
THE AWESOME ME
[y/a]= your age
[name a city]= Name the city you want to live in

'Today is your [y/a]th birthday! Congrats and happy birthday to you! Another year you have managed to survive the hords of demons after yours and Vergil Sparda's heads! Great!
.........................................................
You don't remember how you met him, do you? How rude! You are lucky that, I, your trusty friend, remembers the whole ordeal! I bet Vergy wouldn't be too thrilled on the idea of being fogotten so easily! I bet he would throw you to the demons if he were to find out and we don't want that, do we? Nope! So I shall tell you a simplified version of it.

You see, it was three years ago on this very day that you both met. It was cold, wet and dark in [name a city]. Why were you out at this time? Beats me, you're the one who was stupid enough to do so! You were walking down an alley way when you noticed a hunched over person. You approched this person (again, stupid idea!) and seen that he was covered in blood. You pulled me out and was about to phone 911 when he smacked ME, the Great Almighty ME, away! He shakily stood up, leaning on the brick wall behind him. You got pissed and told him to sit his ass down and let you get him some help. Ignoring you, like the cold hearted bastard he is and always will be, he walked further into the alley way. After picking me up and making sure he didn't break me, you ran after him, telling him that he could make his condition worse if he kept moving. He turned to you, his face nigh unreadable and a FUCKING SWORD AT YOUR NECK!!! Nah, that didn'thappen, though it should have, concidering his temper towards humans... Anyways, you couldn't read a word on his face and you noticed that he wasn't looking at you, more behind you. Turning around, you faced the most HORRENDIS looking monster ever! It was a neon purple with five claw arms and a face that would make Fredy Crewger cry!
Screaming, you backed away, nearly avoiding one of the claws, and falling to the ground. The monster looked down to you and raised all five of it's claws, intending to tear you to shreds when, one after another, they cleanly fell off, blood barely coming out of the limbs. You quickly backed away as the man regally walked forwards, his katana in hand. Not wanting to witness the fight, you curled up into a ball, covering you ears and closing your eyes. After what felt like an eternety, you uncurled yourself, seeing that the man was walking out of the ally, the monster now a rotting corpse. You jumped up and ran after him again, flying over the dead monster, literaly. As you reached him, he glared at you, putting away his weapon. When the handle met sheeth, multiple small cuts sprang up all over your body and cloths. He turned away again "Unless you wish to die now, I sugest you quit pestering me." Yeah. Bastard. Fuck you too.

God, it took THREE FUCKING YEARS to gain this asshole's trust, and we LIVED with him for half of it! Tool... Yeah, I called him a tool! Screw him! If it weren't for him, demons wouldn't be chasing you!!
8________8 Luv ya, hot stuff! XXOOXOXOXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX'
8********************************************8

You put down your phone. It was still mad about having Vergil see how in the flying fuck it had a personality of it's own. In the end, apparently even he couldn't find the answer, so you both left it. You were sitting in the living room of a small cottage Vergil had rented for the time being, bored out of your mind. You had been told that you were not alowed under any sercumstance, other than a demon attack, to leave. It had been like this since you had moved in with him "I will be leaving for a period of time. I will contact you when I have reached my destination. You are not to leave while I am gone." And there he goes again, off doing who-knows-what. Leaning back into the plush couch, you respond "There's no food in the fridge." Vergil secured his katana, Yamato. "I have already arranged for your meals." You looked at the roof "What if I don't like what you picked out?" After the first time Vergil left you alone with food you refused to eat, you would have been surprised if he did. "Starve." You layed down, a foot dangling off the couch, hands behind your head. "Thanks." Satisfied with Yamato's placement, Vergil opened the door. "Be careful, Vergil." He paused in the door way, a common occurance lately. Ever since he met up with his twin six months ago, he had been more..... unsure. Vergil closed the door behind him, quiet as always.

Your phone buzzed. Picking it up, you checked your messages. Nothing new from you're friends and family, so your phone must want to talk. Opening the text screen, you find that words were already written.
'So what do you think, pumpkin?'
You shook your head. Why did it keep calling you these stupid pet names? "What do I think about what?" The question disapered, replaced with your answer.
'What do you think that Blue Peacock keeps ditching your beautiful self for!? Or maybe..... Who?'
"Don't start."
'Seriously, think about it! Anyone with a working set of eyes and a brain cell would want to jump those sexy bones; he is also a man, admitidly a rude one, but still!'
You smerked "Oh, so you think Vergil is sexy?"
'SHAT UP'
"I think he might get a kick out of this..."
'DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE. I WILL DELEAT YOUR CONTACTS, AGAIN.'
You started laughing evily "I have a copy of them!"
'I WILL LOCK YOU OUT WHILE I'M AT IT.'
"Vergil will just get your replacement!!"
'FUCK YOU.'
You drop the phone onto the couch, trying to keep your sides intact. As much of a pain it was to have a phone that talks to you, it can help sometimes. "I love picking on you!" You pick your phone back up.
'Well, I hate it.'
You smile "That's how I feel when you do it to me, so we're even!"
'NEVER.'
"You're right, I need more blackmail; or should I say, Black-male!" You howled with laughter, you phone using random noises to show it's displeasure. "I still can't believe that you like black d's!"
A blushing icon poped onto the screen 'Shat up, Kitten.'

8**********************************************8

It had been five days now since Vergil left and he hasn't called once. No texts either. You knew that your phone wouldn't keep you from knowing if Vergil was okay. You understood that he could take care of himself, but from what you have seen while living with him, it was not very good, so you couldn't help but worry a little. Your phone buzzed on the kitchen counter, letting you know it wants to say something. You look at the screen, reading it's message.
'Calm down a little... Look, he just sent a text saying that he's coming back tonight and that he got distracted with his job.'
You sighed, going to the couch. "That weeaboo..." You sat down as the door opened, revealing a slightly dishevled Vergil holding a large white box. "I doubt you truely understand what that word means." You turn and glare at him "What took you so long to contact us? And what the fuck are you doing here not even a minute after texting us?" Walking into the spotless modern kitchen, Vergil placed the box onto the counter and proceded to the bathroom. So like him. The phone buzzed in your hand.
'Let's go check out what he's got in the box!'
As if he was able to read the phones' mind, Vergil called out "Do not touch the box. There will be punishment other wise."
'Foowey! How did he know!?'
You shook your head, laying down, hand coiled around a hidden hand gun. One can never be to safe. Somehow knowing what you were planning on doing, Vergil sans shirt and coat, returned to the living room and removed the gun in your grasp, placing it on the mahogany coffee table infront of you. Your phone whisled at the site of half naked Vergil. Staring you strait in the eye, Vergil huskly said "That infernal contraption of yours has a picture of you and your friends at some beach four and a half years ago. At the time your hair was the same length as mine and as red as blood. The swimming gear you had was purple and green." You blinked. Yup, it was Vergil. God was he attentive to detail! Except when it came to food, then you might as well go find a unicorn-riding-purple lepercon with bigfoot and the lockness monster, because he just won't take a fucking hint!
"Go take your shower, Vergil."