She woke curled up in the sofa, the sun piercing through the windows, she wrinkled her nose as she snuggled on to the white blanket, God knows how it got there, then to no avail, she can no longer get back to sleep, she stretched and then she ran her fingers through her long blond hair.She then realized that Dante fell asleep on the couch, he was slouching and snoring.. and he had a travel magazine covering his face. She smiled to herself as she stood up and stretched some more afterwards, she went off to get something to eat.

Well Dante was in fact not asleep, he stayed up all night, watching her, toying with her hair, wondering why she cries when she sleeps. When he saw from his peripheral vision that she was gone, he then dozed off to lie on the sofa, he could use the sleep now.

After several minutes she came back with a tray of pastries and a cup of coffee, she found him lying on his stomach on the sofa, she looked at him, then a thought came to her, she slowly approached the "not really" sleeping Dante and knelt on the floor so that they were face to face. Somehow she had the thought that Dante was just pretending to be asleep, but for a few seconds he still remained stationary, she sighed feeling a little silly. She cant help but look at him though, who would ever think that Dante is a bad ass demon hunter. He looks so serene when he's asleep, his perfect jaw, straight nose, his firm lips, she wanted to kiss him...

But she has good self control, even with his thick lashes and silvery tousled hair. Somehow looking at his lips again.. those lips have kissed dozens of women, maybe even more.. that's what she thinks... and she, who was the closest thing he got to a girlfriend haven't been kissed... She can't help but admire his framework, an angular perfection. " but he's just a boy" she thought, and what a boy he was.. "if only you're like that when you're awake" she whispered to herself as she gently kissed him on his cheeks, near the lips.

Trish went off to her room to change, and Dante... he gently touched the part where Trish kissed him, he wished it would leave a mark, and he thought about how soft Trish's lips were on his skin. His lips pulled up in a smile.

She really needs the fresh air, and suddenly she felt good about.. well everything, like everything just fell right into place. She changed into a forest green, long sleeved shirt and a short denim skirt. She realized that for a long time it's only now when she can flaunt 49 inches of her legs.. again. She wore a white step in and some trinkets she bought then made her way out of the room gleefully. When she was about to reach for the doorknob in the main door, someone grabbed her wrist from behind. She looked back surprised to see him, a muffin in his mouth and a cup of coffee on the other hand. "Where you going?" he asked still biting on to the muffin. "out" she answered coyly. Dante let go of her, his shoulders drop, "I'll be back" she said smiling, "when?" he asked again, his voice stern, "later, after a few hours" she replied forcing herself not to laugh. Her face, her eyes were very persuasive, hypnotic even. Dante have just realized that Trish can pull off a stunt like that.. she is capable of putting on a cute face. Dante bit off his muffin, "Don't forget my strawberry sundae" he reminded her as he looked away. "I won't" Trish said, her eyes bright. She made a gesture that she was about to go, when she stepped out of the shop, she gave him a little wave. Then off she went crossing the street.

From the distance he saw how she was a head turner, everyone looking at her, her statuesque figure, the way her hips sway when she's walking, or how the wind blows through her hair, like she came right out straight from a magazine, Barbie has no chance.. Dante closed the door with a grin as he swallowed the muffin whole.

She bought some clothes from her favorite store, and yes she paid this one on her own. She likes to buy stuffs, only she never get to wear them, you wouldn't wear a nice Banana Republic coat when you're off to work killing demons. She felt a sense of accomplishment though, carrying her paper bags as she thought of any occasion (though there is none) in which she could actually wear them, she was walking in the alley not really sure where to go to and humming to some song stuck in her head. Then she passed by a Chinese restaurant downtown, she looked at the menu through the glass window.

"your treat?" a woman's voice said, and yes she knew that voice, she smiled as she turned to her, "do I have a choice?" she replied. Lady stood in her plaid skirt and tight black shirt.

They ordered out, Lady inviting Trish to her apartment, some heart to heart talk. Lady's place was not really Trish was expecting, no demon stuffs, no guns scattered, no traces of hostility at all.. infact it was cozy, she felt at home, its a small room with everything in it, dining area, kitchen, living room. Trish guessed Lady's room would be behind the door with with a brown bodybag hanging on the door knob. "the bathroom is in the back" Lady reminded her as Trish sat on a beige sofa. "so what do you think?" Lady asked as she sat on the floor and started setting the food on the center table, "It's nice, I like it.. it's soo clean" she said almost in disbelief. "Haha not what you expect huh? i wouldn't blame you, you live with a pig, lets go eat! I'm starved!" she said as she opened her rice box. "Ouch! It's hot!" she cried as she smiled cheesy and playful.

"So how were things here?" Trish asked as she helped herself with wanton noodles, (Lady ordered a lot and the center table was occupied with all kinds of chinese food from dumplings to crab sticks) "Ok I guess.." Lady answered, "It's been quiet though". "No work?" Trish asked somewhat amazed, "Three weeks straight" Lady replied, "Keep this up and I might as well find myself a real job", they both laughed at Lady's remark. "But you know what?" Lady said, her tone in a "i have a juicy gossip" tone. "What?" Trish leaned closer, curious. "Your man is loosing it!" Lady answered scowling as she gave up on her chopstick and used the plastic spoon instead, "Dante?" Trish asked. "Yeah! The guy is sloppier than ever! He doesn't give shit about anyone anymore" she complained. "He is so grouchy!" she added. "Well he's always like that" Trish replied as she wiped her mouth timidly with a napkin, "Why you put up with him then?" she asked, "Me?" Lady cleared, "yeah" Trish answered, "Well.. I dunno I guess it's all I can do, after what happened before" Lady answered, her voice was faint. "Yeah.. i guess it was all i can do" he lost someone really important to him.. and I somehow felt obligated to be.. a substitute.

Trish did not know exactly the details, but what she's sure of is that Lady and Dante have known each other since.. well long before she and Dante met. There was silence as they both ate up, "But" Lady said, "But what?" Trish asked, Lady leaned closer as she finished chewing, "I've seen the way he looks at you", Trish was stunned she didn't even know how to react to that, "How he looks at me?" she asked, "Yeah!" Lady began, "Through the years I've known him, I have never seen him look at any other woman, the same way he looks at you". "Even me.. I know i have a spot inside him somewhere and well if we are in a marathon, I am damn sure I'm in the lead" Lady wrinkled her nose, "I mean compared to the other women.. of course.. but you Trish.. you're already in the finish line. no doubt about that..And he's different when he's with you" she added.

Trish kind of lost her appetite, like she felt full all of a sudden "Well, it happens when you find someone who looks exactly like your mom" she said finally putting her pastic bowl down. "Granted, the guy lost his mom, loves her to death and miss her like hell.. but all he has now is you Trish.. can't you see that? When he looks at that photo do you think he only thinks about his mother" Trish was just staring now, "That photo is two in one, no matter which angle you look at it, it is still you..You know that.. I'm sure you feel it, how he would looks at you like you're the only thing visible to him in that room". Lady is winning, no doubt. Trish can't still think of anything to say so Lady persisted, "He is moping whenever you're gone and when you're here, he's like some lovesick puppy ready to do what you want", "He moped?" Trish asked blinking her eyes rapidly, Lady laughed as she recalled how grumpy Dante was when she teased him about it.

"I was afraid..Lady" Trish said, her voice was soft and faint. They have both stopped eating now. "I was.. I didn't know what was wrong with me.. like I couldn't live without him.." Trish finally gave in... "Do you love him?" Lady asked. Trish sighed, "I don't know.." Trish answered. I'm not even sure what love is "Lady is good" she thought.. "I never felt that way about someone before and.. I just.. I.." Trish couldn't find the words but Lady understood as she nodded her head and placed her hand on Trish's shoulders. "It's ok, but you should figure it out soon though.. but stay, he needs you.. He may not be wholly human Trish, but he is man." "Besides" Lady continued, "You might do a better job than that jerk". Trish smiled, somehow, though she refused to believe what Lady was saying..and she would only believe it when Dante says so himself, somehow it was all cleared up to her.. "Yours is a part I cannot play, you're the only one who knows how to break his barriers" Lady thought, and somehow.. she felt envious.. afterall, she came to him first, then Trish happened and Dante.. Dante was happy "I've been away from home long enough" Trish said with a smile. Lady gave her a high five, "you know.. I like to do something with your hair.." Lady said smiling slyly with a pair of scissors at hand..

She was really happy when she walked back home, even if Lady did order a lot, somehow she felt like something heavy was lifted off from her shoulders.. and she knows how much she owe Lady for that talk and for that haircut.

"What's taking her so long!" he growled as he walked to and fro, He remembered how he was when she went away, how he felt empty, even the shop, it felt isolated.. desolated and how he didn't do anything about it. He wouldn't want to go back to that.. this time.. he'll stop her, lock her up if its necessary... he saw the posters on the wall, half naked women, demon stuffs.. how Trish never complained to any of that.. he sighed as one by one he began tearing up the posters off the wall.. he did want to keep the demon stuffs.. but the posters.. he wouldn't need those anymore.

The door busted open and the sunlight came in a flash, Dante was blinded a little when he saw a shadow and realized that it was Trish, upon entering, she threw her arms around Dante's neck.. it all happened so fast that Dante was caught off guard, but he soon found himself embracing her back. the slenderness of her waist and how she was just right.. so right for him. "I'm home.." she said teary.. it was now she realized how much she missed him. how she ended up traveling to different places, finding something she couldn't find when everything she was looking for is right where she left it.

I'll never leave you again..

Whether she meant she was home after that long day or she's home at last.. it didn't matter as long as she's there.. with him. "welcome home.." Dante whispered..

Author's note

umm im sorry if i did something you wouldn't like to read and i can't find the right words.. but well i hope you like it though, even a little . and lol i'll try not to give it a bad ending, i have knack for tragedy lol. XD i got the 49 inches stuff from Stacy Keibler in an interview, stacy and trish, i think they have the same body type, tall and slender.. only, trish got boobs lol kidding.