Title: I was a teenaged demon dirtbag.

Rating; R for some adult situations, language and violence

Pairings: Dante/Trish, Lady, with future Lady/OFC, Lady/OMC

Summary: Lady finds out, and though she thought it wouldn't hurt her, it did. Maybe she hadn't realized that Dante meant a lot to her, much like family. Much like the family she had thought him to be. But, it hurt so much that it only formed into anger and a long-suffering distance between them, until one day, he comes back into her life by accident.

-lll-


"If I'm so fucking annoying, then why don't you tell me to get the hell out of your life?"

The demon hunter shouts, almost spitting into his face, knowing this, she doesn't give a shit. When has she ever? She's a fucking psycho, wasn't she? She almost growls, her blacked gloved finger tapping against his chest – hard. Several times, and it felt like hitting a solid wall. Figures. Dante's like that. Always been.

She stares unwavering into his face, noting the usual raised white brow, the quirky face and the usual devil-may-care bull he stamps on his face.

"Why should I?" he grins, shrugs, "you're your own woman and you can do whatever you please anyway."

"One thing I hate worse than someone who owes me a lot of money is one who thinks in his thoughts that my presence is always annoying and keeps harbouring this kind of thought throughout, without having the courage to tell me!"

"Tell you? Why? So you can be a bitch again?" he yells back.

She wants to punch him and she does, she tries to because she wants to land a sucker punch to that smug face of his, even when she has not even dared to hurt him since---not since the first time they met. Not since Temin-nu gru.

When she does, her punches are not connecting because Dante's a quick-footed demon, okay, HALF demon. But the world likes to forget he's part human, because god damn it all, everyone loves that demon part of him, and she has even said to him that devils may cry.

How utterly trite. And the asshole just leans back each time, avoiding the blows and laughs. Just like the old days, back in temin-nu gru.

"I'm a fucking psycho to you, aren't I? A crazy ass bitch! Yes I guess I am huh? I heard you talking to Trish the other day before walking in? Was I hurt? No. I don't give two firm asses out of a gay pride parade if you think I'm a walking psycho case from the mental ward. I'm after all, the genetic pool from some long dead priestess who happen chanced to have met your father and the psycho-even-sick fuck who happened to have spawned my blue and red eyes.

"You're crazy, Lady!" Dante yells his growl evident, "I don't know what the fuck I ever saw in you the first time I laid eyes on you."

"I have no clue, Dante. You're the one who acted like some suave cool boy without a shirt on, and asking for a rocket up your ass."

He snarled, his teeth showing, "Ah." His eyes took on a dangerous glint, but she saw the playfulness there, because she's known this half human for too damned long not to recognize it.

"Hey come on, Lady, you're out of line, and I let you get away with a lot of fucking shit."

"Yeah? And why is that, huh?"

"Because I'm not an ass." He had his hand over the back of his head, "Not that much anyway."

"Yeah, no more, fucker!" She curls her hands into fists by her side, then storms away, boots loudly stomping through the floorboards, shoves the front door open so hard that it shatters the glass that was replaced days ago, noting this even for an instance, Lady snarls, "that- can go to the debt you owe me," then giving Dante one last narrowed look, she sneers, "Good bye, Dante. You won't be bothered with me anymore."

She climbs onto her new cherry bike, the fifth one so far, since Dante's had the most inopportune moments—which happen to be during a demon run—ruined them, riding as if anything around them were easy objects to replace.

"You're being really stupid, you know that? STOOPID! You're just hurt cause you found out what I really think of you! Did you expect to have me thinking you're like my baby sister and that I care a lot for you??"

"Yeah yeah," she waves a hand in the air, half fisted and swings her semi-closed fist swiftly back and forth, "wank on this, Dante, and shove it up your ass."

Lady starts up her engine, and revs it up a little more until she is sure that the smoke is forming enough so that when she departs, the curling cloud encases Dante.

Dante waves a hand over his face, "bitch." He says one last time after he's sure she has turned the corner and out of his life. We'll see. He sniffs loudly, "right. You'll be back like always, annoying the crap out of me again."

Trish was leaning against the doorframe for how long, he didn't know but when he saw her, he paused, "She is annoying."

"Yes, well, if you say so," she shrugs, "you think she's for real? That she won't come back?"

"That's a laugh. Lady not coming back? That's not something she does. She loves coming over and making my life a living hell. And she is about the most annoying bitch on this side of …" he snarls, and storms past Trish.

The blonde sashayed herself after Dante, the coolness of her body stopped right behind him, and with her heels, she stood about the same height as her lover. She reaches for his shoulders, attempting a kind of massage along his corded muscles.

"Hey hey I like that…" He chuckles, immensely pleased, grinning, "I should get into fights with that bitch more often."

"You hate her that much huh?" she flicks a tongue along the shell of his ear, and he turns to capture her lips, they kiss a little, tongue and angling profiles enough so they get a suck and noisy smack before departing, because Dante has started to reach for Trish's buttons, wanting to get at those firm tits she kept hidden beneath the corset.

But her Demon looking like Eva familiar pushes him away, "Dante, I think we should talk."

"Aw come on. Not that again, Trish. It's been awhile and with Lady always showing up asking for money or being a bitch again, it's hard to get any alone time with you."

"Dante, I think she's serious. And you really should have told her truthfully how you felt about her."

"Can't," he heaves a sigh, "She – she and I go a long way, before I met you, before I rescued you from Mundus. She and I have been friends for a decade before you and I became partners."

"It's amazing how you never got into her pants." Trish raised a sleek brow.

"Hey I wanted to when I first saw her but that's long past. I realized she's not my type. Too much of a psycho."

"Hmm." Trish nods, still kept that sleek brow high, and now she's got her lips quirking upward on the side, "if she's such a psycho, why's she coming around giving you jobs all the time?"

"Aw come on, Trish, I know exactly where you're going with this. You're trying to make me feel guilty about her leaving. Hey. If she wants to be a bitch as always, that's not my prerogative. If she wants time off from me, good. We need the vacation."

"Dante." She closes her eyes, "call it woman's intuition, but I think she's serious this time."

"Will that be a problem?" he leans in to steal a kiss from her lips and received a generous smack back, full on kiss and then withdraws.

"Trish," He growls softly, "Don't be like this, I'm damned horny and you know it," He pushes his groin against her leather, "let's not talk about Lady. I know she's been with me for a long time, always going off and doing her own thing and comes back only to want money from me."

"And that's why she gives you these, big jobs?"

He chuckles, "the way you say it, like she gives me 'jobs', you know…" he wiggles his brows.

"Dante." Trish's sober look sobers him a little, but not much.

"Yeah, because she can't handle a lot of the jobs anyway, you know that! They concern big bad demons that would slaughter her little human form."

"You still underestimate her." Trish shakes her head.

"She IS human you know. She'll die like my mother did. Just because she has some skill, she thinks she can kill a lot of demons."

"And she has."

"Pfftttt," he blows through his mouth, "with a cannon like that behind her back, it's not a wonder she's not hunched over like an old woman."

Trish rolls her eyes, "You're on a field day on Lady today, it must be nice to finally let it all out, to tell your true feelings about her, after all these years."

"Trish, babe, you know she's a bitch," his fingers trace her sinewy figure, but he knows that Trish has got a body that rocks his socks off, and he's itching to get into those pants of hers, and hoping to get between her legs soon.

"You're on a roll. Keep it up, Dante."

"Trish," He laughs, "I don't exactly hate her, she's…okay, she's just not my type."

"Wait, but she was when you met her right?"

"Well, I was a teenaged dirt bag, a teenaged demon dirt bag," he corrects lastly.

"Yeah I know she's human. But, she's fought her way to becoming a demon hunter and for a lot of ways, she's quite admirable." Trish saw the look Dante gave her, of something between doubt and laughter, "hey, for a lot of human girls, she's a role model."

"What about you, babe?" he whispers against her cheek and slides his tongue along her earlobe, "You're my kind of role model."

"Yeah," she laughs against his stubbled cheek, "a role model…all right, because I happen to resemble your mother. I'm NOTHING like your mother."

"That's my Oedipus complex showing, babe, and I'm part demon, I don't give a shit of those fucking rumours and bullshit. You're my demon bitch."

"Oh so now I'm a bitch?"

"What, come on now…not like Lady, cause Lady IS the true psycho bitch."

"You're really cruel." She pushes at his chest, "I think you need to cool off."

"Hey come on, babe. Why you getting all defensive over Lady?"

"I happen to be friends with her too you know. She's welcomed me and we've bonded as friends and even shopped plenty of times together."

"So?" he gives her a look of confusion, and looks down at his groin, flicks at it, and grits his teeth, "Fuck, Trish, just come on upstairs and have a couple hours for me, huh? Then we'll talk all you want about how you and Lady bonded."

"I really hate giving into you this way, Dante, but..." she sighs blissfully, a look of seductive allure replaces her once reprimanding expression, "you first, babe."

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