DMC belongs to Capcom.

This is for Halloween, obviously.

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"Where are the lights?!" Trish yelled, kicking an empty pizza box, on the floor, in frustration.

"Babe, it's Halloween, what do we need lights for?" Dante, waved a hand dismissively in the most, lazy way possible, feet propped up on the desk reading – scratch that, looking at a playboy magazine.

"It's festive!" Trish reasoned, opening a box full of random Halloween related items.

"Where did you get all that junk?" Dante, leaned over, suddenly interested in this mysterious box.

"From the basement. It's amazing what you can find, if you actually look, Dante." She put emphasis on his name.

"Are you trying to tell me that it is incredibly messy down there and I should clean it? Because, I won't do it." Trish rolled her eyes and Dante smirked. He loved getting that reaction from people, just pissing someone off, could make his day.

"What's in there anyways?" He asked, getting up from his seat and walking over to crouch beside the box with her.

He lifted an item out of the box. It was a very well crafted paper-maché mask of a demon face. Dante's face fell from curious to sadness. He ran is finger over the painted fiery deep blue colours of the demon face, a small smile spread itself on his face. He turned the mask around and looked at the inside, seeing the structure of a small face, that had once been used to give the mask a shape. A purpose.

"Dante?" Trish placed a hand on Dante's shoulder. He didn't seem to notice. She tilted her head a bit, trying to catch his eyes. "Dante, are you all right?"

"Hmm? Oh, Trish… sorry, yeah, I'm ok." He smiled a weak smile, his eyes moist.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Trish, it's just. Vergil and I made masks like this when we were kids, for Halloween. Mine was red." He put the too small mask, up against his face. "Vergil made this one."

"Oh, Dante. I'm sorry."

"It's ok. You didn't know. Here." He hands it to her. "Hang it up."

"…Dante, are you sure?" She takes the child made mask.

"Yes. It'll be nice to have something tangible of Vergil around." Suddenly, he broke into a huge smile. "Besides, I think he cursed it with some kind of demon spell. Makes the ghost of a demon come out. It does no harm, but it sure will scare the kids."

They burst out laughing.

"Did you put a curse on yours?"

"Jesus Trish, I was like, 10. I didn't know any of that shit. Vergil on the other hand was a complete nerd." He smiled. "Are we giving candy out to kids?"

"Well… yeah." Trish said incredulously, as though Dante didn't know the earth was round.

After a moment of awkward silence, Dante turned to the basement door. "I guess I should clean that stuff out. Thanks… Trish." He smiled at her before walking down the stairs.

"You're welcome." She called after his retreating form.

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Trish was nearly done the outside decorations. Well… ok, that was a lie. She still had to put the lights on the house, find demons that didn't turn into sand, to place on the sidewalk and off the top of the shop, to give an eerie look. God, she had too much to do. She decided to set out and find some demons. Not made out of sand, mind you.

Before she could do anything, a she heard the rattling of a can, and watched it roll out of a dark alleyway a little ways down.

"What the hell?" She muttered, frowning. "Hmm, maybe it's my demon." She smiled and yellow lighting crackled and sparked at her fingertips. She slowly approached the alleyway, where the can had come from, her boots, clicking and thudding as she got closer and closer, electricity sparkling and crackling between her hands. When she got to the opening, a shadow stepped out and crushed the can. They flipped their hood back.

"You!" Trish gasped. But the shadowy person struck her across the face with the butt of a gun, knocking her out and slowly dragging her limp body into the alleyway.

Dante stepped out of the shop, holding some candles and streamers. "Hey Trish, do you want this stuff?" He trailed off, looking around for his partner. "Trish?" He felt a crunch and looked below his foot, seeing a piece of paper. He bent down to pick it up. It read:

"Out to get dead demons for decorations. Be back soon."

-Trish

"Huh, that's weird." He thought, turning around to go back into Devil May Cry, setting the candles in the windows unbeknownst to the danger lurking only a couple of alleys away… waiting for Halloween day.

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I know it was short, but I want to actually get this done for Halloween.

Was it crappy? Good? Humorous? I'm not very good at writing humour, so let me know what you think. Trust me, it will be much more funny later on. Please review, let me know. I love reviews. I don't write without them.

Suggestions would be great too! Thanks!

DV