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Web Of Desire	By : Sapphirexkat2 Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 10121 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Web Of Desire
- 2-Web of Desire II
- 1
- 2
Title: Web of Desire

Author: SapphirexKat2

Rating: R, people! I'm warning you!

Pairing: DantexVergil.
Warnings: SPOILERS I am SO not kidding! Bad language, sexual thoughts, some angst.

Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry. Wish I did, though.

Summary: Dante grows more curious about Vergil each day. A terrible accident with a Succubus one night calls for Vergil's help in a very interesting way. What would result from it?

Status: 1/2.

Part I

000

Having Dante�s lost twin brother back in his life was different, if not awkward. It�s been about four months since Vergil�s return, and the reunion was quite the sight. Dante�s cocky attitude clashed well with his brother�s more demure one, and when the lost twin proposed that they live together again, to be a family, Dante just nodded, though he was ecstatic.
�Dante and Vergil?� he said, holding out his arm. Vergil grasped it firmly.
�Vergil and Dante,� the other twin replied, smirking slightly.
While they seemed more polite and distant during the first month at their apartment and at work, they quickly grew used to each other, and so the sibling rivalry resumed after twenty years� delay. As the pair, including Trish, slashed and diced demons, Dante noticed with slight disdain that Vergil�s technique outdid his. The smooth strokes and elegant shifts of his sword was nothing less than perfect. On more than one occasion, Dante idly wondered just how he managed to defeat him three times on Mallet Island.
Vergil was slightly taller with a more developed stature. His hairstyle was overall the same as Dante�s, except several inches longer with the same whispery bangs, and lighter skin. Dante noted the minor differences with interest, and wondered if they would have been there if they grew up together.Trish thanked the great difference between them, for she wouldn�t be able to tell them apart at all. Dante liked the difference as well. At least he knew that he�d look good with longer hair.
Neither of the two remembered who was older, but Dante liked to think that he was younger. Plus, Vergil�s mature demeanor already labeled him as the eldest. Vergil was anal on housekeeping, eating, doing laundry, and even finishing off bad guys. He had a specific and neat way of doing things, and Dante found it a little irritating. Vergil acted his age, for one. Dante remembered Trish telling him to �act his age�. Would that mean he would be exactly like Vergil? Perhaps being locked up in the Underworld did something to him. All his life Dante believed that his family was killed by a devil. What lies did Mundus plant in Vergil�s mind?
000
The brothers were stocking up on weapons in the basement of Devil Never Cry when Dante figured that this would be the most �opportune� moment to personally talk to Vergil (they lived together, but they were always in different rooms.). His brother was currently polishing his dark blue sports motorcycle, straddling the seat as he rubbed at some demon bloodstain or other on the panels. Long silvery bangs wisped over blue eyes as he bent to clean the residue carefully. Dante watched as his brother tediously cleaned the spots. Even the simple circular movements of his hand seemed perfect. The slender fingers were beautiful, but also very powerful.
�Something you want to say?� Vergil asked, his deep voice clear in the silence room. Dante�s body jerked slightly in surprise.
�Excuse me?� he said, confused. He was actually caught off guard! But why? How? How could thinking about his brother �his irritatingly perfect brother- make him lose focus?
�You�ve been staring at me for a while now,� Vergil clarified, sitting up straight and brushing his hair out of his face. He regarded Dante with a cool gaze. �Is something bothering you?�
Dante scoffed to himself and returned to reloading his guns Ebony and Ivory. �Yeah. You,� he thought, albeit sarcastically, but he felt an underlying truth. Vergil was bothering him. Ever since last week, Dante had been preoccupied with thinking about his brother. He was alive and well, sane, and present with Dante in every way; he suddenly wanted to know everything about him. He had to. It was like discovering a part of himself which he thought he�d lost all those years ago. Did Vergil feel the same?
�That was rude. I just asked you a question.�
Dante snapped his head up, coming out of his reverie. He lost it again? He gave Vergil an apologetic smile. �Sorry. I was thinking about today, you know?� he replied, trying to sound casual. Vergil�s brow arched skeptically, but he said nothing.
Just then, Trish came down the stairs in a short red skirt, a matching corset, and white, knee-high boots. She wore heavy makeup and a big, black handbag at her side with extra clothes (and weapons) inside. She had come back from her other job: an undercover exotic dancer at a popular nightclub, Denial. Dante sighed with relief as the growing tension between him and Vergil broke with the woman�s entrance. He grinned up at her.
�Found a boyfriend yet? When�s the wedding?� he teased, cocking his guns and setting them on the table. He�d been asking that every night for the past week. Trish always had the same reply.
�Shut up.� She was never the one to fall into Dante�s sarcasm, but rather dismissed them. Sighing heavily, the blonde woman dropped her bag and sat on the couch by the stairs. �I think I know who our target is.� Trish was going to Denial because there was a case of missing men who were all last seen at the club and leaving with some mysterious woman. Their bodies were found weeks later wrapped in some sort of cocoon. The three DNC members guessed that it was a case of a succubus.
�Well, spill it,� Dante prompted, leaning back in his seat. Trish scowled at him and spoke to Vergil.
�Her name is Veronica, I believe. She leaves with a different guy each night, and they�re all regulars. I�ve never seen them since.�
�Where�re their bodies?� Vergil asked, swinging off his motorcycle. Dante watched the movement more intently than he should have. His skin grew warm at the distinct creak of Vergil�s leather clothing as he moved.
�Don�t know. She�s being more careful with her bodies and discreet with the men,� Trish replied.
�But women leave all the time with guys,� Dante countered reasonably. �Don�t some of the other girls do the same?�
Trish shrugged. �I suppose, but most of their dates came back. Listen, I was wondering if you two could come in as baits.�
Dante sat up, suddenly wide-awake. �Are you crazy? With that� thing running around?� he asked. �I mean, great way to meet women, but no way.�
Trish stood, a challenging look on her face. Dante'd never say "no" to that. �Oh, come on, Dante. Besides, you and Vergil are twins. The girls would kill to get the two of you.�
Dante smirked, his ego growing. �I bet they would,� he agreed cockily. Trish rolled her eyes.
�If it�s for the mission, then sure,� Vergil replied, walking back to his bike. �That old widow gave us a deposit. We have to give her a token of her husband�s killer soon.�
Dante glanced at Vergil before replying with more confidence than he felt. �I�m in, babe.�
Trish smirked in approval and grabbed her bag, turning to leave. �Tomorrow night, then. I�ll meet you here when you guys close.� She left up the stairs and out the door.
For some odd reason, Dante wasn�t too happy about the job. Sure, he�d love to go out and keep some company with hot girls, but he also felt a little jealous that Vergil was going along too. Not because he might get all the girls, but because all the girls might want to get him, especially the dangerous succubus. He�d be damned if he let them have his brother. Vergil was his. He�d lost him once. Dante certainly wasn�t going to lose him again to some� whore.
�Whoa,� he whispered, surprised with himself. Where did all that possessiveness come from? Vergil was his twin brother for God�s sake! No one was going to take him away� Yet the fear that Vergil might leave him again one day weighed heavily upon him. Vergil might irritate him, or correct him, or even ignore him, but Dante loved him � too much to even say. It was closer than brotherly love, even a lover's love. He couldn't describe it; Dante just wanted to be with him forever, the other half of his soul.
Sometimes, Dante had dreams of his life twenty years back or so. He remembered sharing everything with his mirror image, even name to play around with their mother. At night, they slept in the same cozy bed, and when the current Dante woke up the next morning, he longed for the warmth felt in his dreams and wondered if then back then he had the same feelings as now. Hell, there were times when Dante just wanted to cross the apartment and crawl into Vergil's bed now.
�Ready to go?� Vergil asked, his bag slung over his shoulder. Dante looked up at him and nodded distractedly as he got his things together.
000
As they left DNC, Dante found that he couldn�t quite focus on the street ahead as they walked. If a Shadow creature suddenly flew upon him in its hammer-like form, he probably would have been seriously hurt instead of whipping out his shotgun and blowing it to pieces. He had the urge to walk farther from Vergil. They had a foot long distance between them, but Dante found it more than enough to be distracting.
�Hey, careful, Dante.� Vergil grabbed his brother�s elbow and yanked him out of a path of a lamppost. Dante felt pure energy hum from their single point of contact, and he had to pull back before�
�S-Sorry,� Dante replied, wrenching him arm free. He ignored his brother�s questioning gaze and looked away. �I�m going to stay out for a while. You go on ahead. Catch you later.� Without waiting for a reply, he headed for the opposite direction of their apartment. Damn, he couldn't even stay 12 inches from his brother without feeling so...weak with desire.
000
It was around three a.m. when Dante came home. He made sure that he was absolutely tired and that Vergil would be asleep by the time he returned. When he was met with the darkness of the apartment, he sighed with relief and blindly plopped down on the couch. After he left Vergil two hours ago, he went back to DNC and just sat around, finding some needless jobs to keep him occupied. He rearranged his demon-head trophy collection on the wall about five times before he was satisfied.
Dante finally closed his eyes when he heard the front door unlock and click open. He leaped to his feet and pulled out Ebony and Ivory, poised for action. Vergil came in and shut the door behind him. He raised his hands in mock surrender.
�Watch where you�re pointing those things. They�re practically automatic,� Vergil said jokingly. Dante dropped his hands with a loud sigh of relief.
�You scared the shit out of me!� he said, placing his guns back in their holsters. �Do you know what time it is?� It was a rhetorical question, showing Dante�s obvious disapproval with his brother�s late entrance, but Vergil, being Vergil, thought otherwise.
Vergil checked his watch and pressed the illuminate button. �3:10.�
�Stop being a smart-ass.�
�Hey, you asked. Why is it so dark in here?� Vergil felt the wall for the light switch and flipped it. Both brothers squinted their eyes when the bright lights came on.
Dante blinked away the sting. �Do you mind?� he snapped. Offended, Vergil turned the lights off.
�What�s your problem, Dante?� he asked, angry with his brother�s attitude. �Don�t tell me it was because I saved your ass against that medusa today. We've been acting real strange lately.�
Dante glared at the silhouette of his brother. �Like you know who I am. Don�t flatter yourself, Vergil,� he replied hotly.
Vergil frowned. �So if it isn�t that, mind telling me what is bothering you?�
Dante turned. �Never mind. I don't want to talk to you right now. I�m going to bed.�
He felt slightly guilty for exploding at Vergil like that, but Dante couldn�t help it. He wanted what he couldn�t have, and it frustrated him to no end. To be close and not able to touch him was real hell. The agony he felt then was nothing compared to what he experienced in the infamous Underworld. What was he going to do about it? He didn�t know, but he�d better do something soon for both his and Vergil�s sakes.
000
The next morning was more silent than usual. Dante woke up to an empty apartment and got ready slowly. He only slept for six hours and was still tired. He could only imagine what time Vergil woke up and left. �Without me too, that bastard,� he grumbled inwardly.
The Hunter left their place at about eleven and made his way two blocks down to DNC. The lights were on, so he figured that Vergil opened up; Trish was probably there as well. Dante felt a slight wave of jealousy.
�Damn it. Get a grip, man.� The two have been together in the same room before. It�s just that Trish showed more respect to Vergil than she ever did to Dante. He thought it was because she practically worked with him during Mundus� reign in the Underworld. She probably knew more than Dante did about his own twin, and was therefore closer to him. It was understandable, but Dante had a hard time just accepting.
He walked through the door and found Trish sitting behind the desk, twirling a lock of her hair. She smirked up at him. �About time, Dante. It only took you forever,� she greeted.

�Well, good morning to you too, babe. Where�s that asshole who didn�t wake me up?�
Trish glared. �Vergil is downstairs, and he didn�t wake you up because you were sleeping so peacefully,� she snapped in reply. �He�s only been here for about an hour.�
�Hey, sorry,� Dante said mockingly, not wanting to piss Trish off early on during the day (even though he didn't mean it, at least he said sorry). He sat on the chair in front of the desk. �Anyone call?�
�No. Mrs. Ridge did, though. I told her that she�d get her trophy by tomorrow.�
�We�ll be at her doorstep right after we get the succubus,� Dante said confidently. Trish smirked in agreement.
�Damn right.You two still on for tonight? I will personally introduce you guys.�
�Whatever you say, babe.� Dante didn�t sound too enthused. He wasn�t sure if Trish noticed it, but if she did, she didn�t say anything. Minutes ticked by in comfortable silence until Vergil came in through the basement door. Dante tried to give him a dirty look, but he was failing miserably. He wasn�t that upset anyway. Besides, who could stay angry at someone so incredibly hot?
Vergil caught his brother�s gaze. �What?� he asked.
�What?� Dante retorted defensively.
�You�re staring at me again.�
�So? Is that a crime?�
�No, but it�ll result in one.�
Dante gave his brother a challenging smirk. �Is that a threat?�
�You two are being silly,� Trish interjected.
Dante paused and turned to the blonde woman. The way she sat there, her arms crossed with a disappointed look on her face; it reminded him of his mother. Vergil also gave Trish a look.
She glanced between the twins, confused as to why she was the one suddenly being stared at. �What?�
Dante shook his head, glancing away. �Nothing. You just really look like��
��Mom,� Vergil finished softly. Dante looked up at him. So he was beginning to remember too.
�What did Mundus tell you about our family, Vergil?� he asked. Trish stood.
�Listen, you don�t need to tell him, Verge,� she said seriously.
Dante shot her a piercing look. She flinched. �What do you mean by that? I need to know!�
�Mundus was cruel, Dante. You couldn�t possibly understand.�
�Well, damn it. Help me.�
�I�m still in the room,� Vergil said, but to no effect. The man and woman were still bickering.
�Look, Vergil experienced Mundus� brainwashing, but I�ve seen it, and that�s a lot worse,� Trish continued. �Ever since he was a child�� Her blue eyes shone with tears. �Mundus created me to help him raise Vergil. He took the image of your mother to gain his trust, and yours too, Dante. I only knew about your past when he sent me to lure you into Mallet Island.�
�If you need a mother I can create it, as many as you want. �Just like I created Trish.�
Dante growled at the memory of Mundus� words to him before the Last Battle. �Shit,� he muttered.
�Drop the subject already,� said Vergil, turning to go back into the basement.
Trish took out the pendant Dante gave her and placed in gently on the table. Vergil froze in his tracks when he saw it. �I still don�t know why you gave this to me, Dante. It�s more useful to you than me, but in a lot of ways it�s more valuable to me than you; believe it or not.�
Dante was still in his seat, gazing up at her. �When you pushed me out of the way from Mundus� eyebeam� it was like watching a flashback. My mother did the exact same thing. Vergil�was already in his grasp by then. She did what she could to save her last son.�
Silence filled the room once again. The three were lost in their own thoughts when the phone suddenly rang. Taking in a deep breath to calm herself, Trish answered the phone.
�Devil Never Cry. How can we help you? �Yes. �15th street East Sunset Boulevard? � Password? �All right. We�ll be there in ten. Bye.� She sighed and hung up, grinning as she looked at Dante and Vergil. �Shall we?� The past was the past, and all that mattered was the here and now.
Dante nodded, leaping to his feet. �Let�s rock, baby!�
000
Five Shadow creatures, twenty rounds of bullets each and thirty minutes later, the three DNC members managed to get rid of the annoying cat-like demons. They were most difficult when they melted into the ground, sprung up like a hammer, or attacked like a Venus flytrap. Dante thanked for the umpteenth time that he was a half-demon (rather than a human) with Devil Trigger to get rid of the pesky creatures. Their client gave them a nice reward for their efforts: a large check (of course!) and lunch. Dante was curious as to why the Shadows attacked him, but he had a policy; he didn�t ask for personal information.
Dante was overall glad for the little distraction. Ever since that conversation at DNC, he had been trying to catch Vergil�s attention, but the other twin just ignored him. It was frustrating, but Dante also understood his motives. It must have been hard for Vergil, and he had a lot to forget about being a servant of Mundus. Now Dante understood why Vergil and Trish were so close. He sometimes felt like a third wheel, but he did very well to hide it with his carefree attitude.
000
For the rest of the day, they prepared for the night to come. Trish even showed them a picture of Veronica, the supposed succubus. She had long black hair and pale skin � kind of gothic looking. Dante whistled in approval.
�Her? No shit.�
�Shut up and concentrate, Dante,� Trish reprimanded before continuing on with Veronica's profile.
Trish�s shift was at ten. Dante and Vergil followed after her with different outfits. Although Dante wanted his red trench coat, Trish recommended something really �hot� (much to Dante's offense. His usual outift was smokin'!). He was stuck wearing a gray long sleeved turtleneck sweater with black leather pants. Vergil wore the same, except his shirt was red. Trish matched them up together and fanned herself.
�Now that�s hot. I don�t think I can work properly with you guys anymore.�
�Really?� asked Dante, skeptical about his clothes. He liked it, but it wasn�t him. Vergil, on the other hand, looked like some kind of giant strawberry that he could just --
�Don�t you think that the pants are a little snug?� Vergil stated, shifting. It was a size smaller than what he normally wore, and those fit perfectly. Trish obviously didn�t want blood to flow to his legs.
The blonde woman shook her head. �Not at all,� she replied. �I�ll say, Verge. You�ve grown so much since you were a little boy.�
Vergil blushed slightly, pulling his sweater down. It wouldn�t go past his hips. �Can we go now?�
Dante�s eyes wandered down Vergil�s body until he had to glance away. Leather revealed a lot. The last thing he needed was a very big� problem. Even though Vergil was like his mirror image, he was also different. Dante never considered himself so incredibly sexy, but Vergil was. He wondered what his brother saw when he looked at him.
000
The club was definitely what its ratings said it was. It was big (two stories big) but very crowded. The lights flashed in the dark (it could cause seizures to those susceptible to it), the music blared from the stage (with DJ�s and dancers), a bar to the left and furniture on the right. Trish took Vergil�s and Dante�s hands and led them through the dance floor. As suspected, the trio grabbed everyone�s attention. The clubbers gave them a glance or two, curious as to who the two twins were.
The more open stares were a little daunting. Dante felt as if they�d be jumped at any moment. He walked closer to Trish and focused on where she was leading them. They went to an exclusive hall (passed two scary guards) leading backstage. It was brightly lit with fluorescent lighting on white walls. They stopped before a door with a star on it, and Trish turned to them.
�This is the dressing room. I�ll introduce you two to all the girls as my cousins, and then you guys head out,� she explained quickly. �Make sure you stay in front of the stage. If one of you leaves with her, let the rest of us know.�
Dante nodded, as did Vergil. He rubbed his hands together. �So, where�re the ladies?� he asked, as his character should. He loved women, but he never wanted to have a relationship with one. He never had a serious girlfriend in his life. They were all mostly one night stands. Even as he spoke, he knew he didn�t mean it. The sinful desire for his brother was still there.
Trish shot him a glare. �Be serious, all right?�
�Fine. Fine. I was just kidding��
000
Dante was very glad when he and Vergil finally left the dressing room. He wasn�t sure how much longer his control over his anger would last. Dante couldn�t blame them, but the ladies didn�t have to hit on Vergil like that, and the bastard was indulging them! His normally quiet, modest, and stoic brother was flirting along and paying more attention to the dancers than he ever did to Dante! The thought just made him want to Inferno the whole room with Ifrit.
However, something confused Dante. When one of the girls asked Vergil what he thought about incest, he said that �it might have crossed his mind." (rather thoughtfully). What the fuck? Dante wanted to shake his brother and tell him to elaborate, to tell him what he thought about exactly. Would it be the same as Dante�s fantasies � of them being family as well as lovers? It was just too much to hope for. Vergil was probably joking, just flirting with them� Dante roughly shook his head to clear it. For some odd reason, he was upset with Vergil for saying it, for confusing him so much all the time even if he didn't mean to. Didn't Vergil know how much he affected him?
They walked back into the main area and wove their way into the front. Dante felt a little awkward, seeing as he didn�t know how to dance to rock songs. So instead he stood among the moving bodies and watched the dancers up on stage. Some were in cages, on high platforms, or behind glass panes. The flashing lights gave the women a more surreal look. They were beautiful, but he simply wasn�t attracted. There was only one person he wanted, but he wasn�t sure if he could have him.
�And there she is,� he muttered under his breath. A new set of four girls came out, including Veronica and Trish. Dante was careful to look only at the succubus, to let her think that he was entranced. When they had met in the dressing room, she seemed very interested in him. She refused to break eye contact. It was just like now, as her white leather clad body gyrated to the beat. She wanted him, and Dante let her believe it just for tonight.
000
An hour later, as some girls were relieved for the moment, Veronica gestured to Dante with her finger, beckoning to him as she went off stage. Dante nodded and made to follow. He approached Vergil several paces away. The slightly taller twin was looking elsewhere.
�Hey, I think I got her,� he yelled over the music. Vergil turned to him.
�I�ll tell Trish,� he replied. There was something in his blue eyes that Dante couldn�t quite read. It was different, as if some emotion actually leaked through Vergil�s barriers. He seemed to hesitate. �Be careful. Her poison is effective, even to you.�
Dante waved a dismissive hand. �Yeah, I know that,� he retorted. He really had no idea, actually. �Give me ten minutes to sweeten her up. I�ll meet you guys in the back.� (They had hid their weapons in the alley before they came in.). Vergil regarded him for a moment longer before nodding in confirmation. Dante smirked cockily and left.
000
It so happened that Veronica was already waiting for him at the door leading backstage. The guards carefully watched as Dante met with her.
�Hey,� he greeted, turning on all the charm. Veronica smiled sweetly.
�Hi,� she replied, almost shyly. Dante saw through it, though. The Lolita look always drew guys in with the innocent fa�ade. Hell, it worked on him. Although, he sometimes liked them a little rough too. He wondered what Vergil preferred� �Wanna get out of here?� Veronica�s question broke Dante out of his wandering thoughts, and he nodded.
�Right, I�m supposed to be thinking about the job, not Vergil,� he scolded himself. He then wrapped an arm around her waist and leaned in close. �Where did you have in mind?� he asked, his voice silky.
�My place?� she suggested seductively. �What do you say?�
�I say �hell yeah.� Let�s escape through the back.�
�You�ve read my mind, Dante.�
They walked through the backstage hallway, chatting idly. Veronica sure was touchy, though. Her hands snaked around his hips, under his sweater, and over his ass. Dante felt slightly repulsed.
�So, how long have you been a dancer?� he asked.
�Practically my whole life. It's how I survive, really," she replied. Dante knew that was true.
They came out the back and stood the dimly lit alley. It was fairly clean, the sanitation containers on the sides of the building instead. Veronica pushed Dante against the wall and leaned in close, her nose nuzzling the top of his turtleneck, searching for his skin. She moaned appreciatively.
�You smell delicious,� she whispered. �I wonder if your brother is just the same. I suppose I�ll just find out later.�
Dante�s eyes narrowed dangerously as he gripped her shoulders. � No one touches Vergil,� he hissed. He shoved her away roughly, and her back hit the opposite wall 100 feet away. Veronica looked up at him, her eyes suddenly glowing purple as she transformed. Her once slender body grew two more sections and eight legs. Dante took this time to dive to a small nearby trashcan and retrieve Alastor, Ebony and Ivory. The fully grown succubus towered over him, 12 feet in height.
�I�ll enjoy sucking you dry,� it hissed. All but Veronica�s lower half looked human. Dante cringed his nose in distaste.
�You wish,� he retorted. He heard Trish and Vergil coming over, and he grinned triumphantly as they appeared at his side. The succubus smirked upon their arrival, however, as her gaze fell on Vergil.
�Ah, so I will get to taste you, Vergil.� It leaped over Dante and made a straight line for the other twin. Venom spat out of its mouth and his Trish�s hands, effectively making her drop Sparda. Vergil rolled out of the way and started slashing with his sword, protecting Trish in the process. The succubus jumped on the wall and shot out clumps of webs, aiming to immobilize the pair. Dante took this opportunity to shoot at her.
�I�m hurt,� he said over the shots, hitting the succubus right at her abdomen. It had little damage, but at least it distracted her. �You said you wanted me.�
It hissed and turned to Dante. �Fine. You�ll die first.� Faster than expected, it leaped off the wall and fell on Dante. He groaned under the impact of falling with its solid weight. He grabbed his sword and thrust it right at its belly. The succubus let out a loud cry and jumped away back onto the walls. As Dante stood it swooped down stung him on his back. The Hunter cried out in pain as thick pumps of poison invaded his system. He dropped onto all fours as a shotgun fired, effectively hitting the succubus� chest. Dante could feel his strength draining and his vision blurring. The last thing he remembered was Trish and Vergil attacking the succubus in a fury with swords and guns.
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