A/N: hoho~, I finally finished translating chapter 2~. Hope you like it :3. Now, I should be writing stuff of mine, update some of my stories/one-shots and begin new ones. Unfortunately, this will take me a while.
Jp: Thank you~. You're more than welcome. I have to admit that it was very tempting to translate this fic. I enjoyed doing this a lot. Of course, the ones who don't speak Spanish also have the right to read her works~ :3. IMO, they are very interesting and entertaining. Hope you enjoy this one.
Hetero-chromatic Eyes Vs Azure Eyes:
Clothes
"I think you'd had enough beer."
"Me?" A cackle. "Please, Lady, I thought you knew me better. And besides, Dante also wants to."
Lady decided to roll her eyes and not say anything. After all, arguing with a drunken (or semi-drunken) Trish was like speaking to a wall.
The two of them were inside Dante's place, sitting on that old dusty desk of his as they ate pizza and drank beer. The young hunter had invited them to stay in his place for a while, since when the two women were about to leave his place, an apocalyptic storm was unleashed. And just like that, they found themselves eating Dante's greasy food as they waited for the storm to stop.
"She's right, babe." Dante said, holding a portion of pizza in his hand as he smirked. Something about the cheery tone in his voice was radiating pure irritation, as it usually did whenever the silver-haired man was in good spirits.
The mere thought of Dante smiling pissed Lady off. And Trish wasn't helping at all. In the end, it is true that when Dante and Trish agree with something, bad things happen.
"..." Lady took a deep breath. Dante sent her a naughty look as she did so, and the huntress sent him a furious glare in response, but then, all of sudden, she thought about... something. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad...
"So?" The half-devil in red raised an eyebrow.
"... … ...Alright." She said much to Dante's pleasure and Trish's surprise. Ah, that will be fun~. "I will do it. I will."
Dante grinned madly at her and proceeded to open his mouth to say something, but the black-haired woman interrupted him instantly- "But... ..." She narrowed her eyes and folded her arms, "you will have to wear mine."
...
Dante's face went through an interesting metamorphosis at that- flickering through a huge display of emotions at a rapid speed.
Finally, it settled on disgust.
Pure, livid disgust.
Trish, on the other hand, almost choked on the beer she was drinking due to the uncontrollable fit of laughter she was suffering at hearing Lady's statement.
"Oh, Dante, that's fantastic~. You can't even imagine how sexy and irresistible you will look wearing those. Thanks to this you will even get more girls~~." She said laughing -no, more like cackling, while Dante looked at her with pure anger.
They were out of their minds, both of them. Trish and the moody little lady next to her. Women. They were fucking crazy.
Dante folded his arms. "Keep on dreaming..." Like hell he was going to do something so degrading.
C'mon, what would he win if he did such a thing? Seeing Lady wearing one of his fetishes would be interesting, but not very interesting if he had to do that in order to see her like that.
Unless... …
This time, it was Dante the one who felt something 'click~' in his mind.
"So you're going to pussy out? Not fun, Dante, not fun." Trish said as she shook her head, mocking sadness and disappointment while Lady cackled.
"Not so fast."
"Hoh?" Trish cocked her head and Lady raised an eyebrow. However, their expression didn't match with their loud fit of laughter.
"I will do it... … but" he grinned madly, making Lady grimace in response -though that didn't stop her from keeping on cackling- "Lady will have to look exactly like me; in other words, she will have to wear no shirt, just like me in my golden days."
Lady abruptly stopped laughing. Her face also went through an interesting metamorphosis at that. He had to be kidding her.
"Who do you think I am?.!"
"C'mon, Lady~! We're friends, aren't we?" This time it was Trish who spoke, encouraging her petite friend to fulfill what she had begun.
The young huntress sighed. How bad would it be? And besides... as long as she could make an idiot out of Dante, anything would be worth trying.
"Fine." That was her only response.
Dante opened his eyes and his content smile disappeared.
Shit!
The bathroom's door opened, and Lady emerged from there dressed in an extremely long (for her, at least) red coat, a pair of baggy black trousers and a pair of brown boots that were too big for someone like her. Yes, those were Dante's clothes. In between her breasts was that brown leather strap that prevented the red cladded devil's coat to fly away when he fought enemies. Now it had a new use. It didn't cover much, but it was better than nothing.
With a grimace, Lady made her way towards Trish, who was looking at her with surprise while she tried not to burst in a loud fit of laughter. That was such a kodak moment~
"Is Dante already done?"
Trish cackled. "No. I think he's still fighting to put on your boots."
After Trish's statement, both women heard footsteps, heavy footsteps. They both turned their heads towards the area where the sounds were coming. As if he had been summoned, the half-devil suddenly appeared, downing the stairs, wearing mini-shorts, a small and now half-teared blouse that only had one button buttoned, and an extremely tight pair of red, combat boots. Those poor clothes would have screamed to be freed from Dante's large body if they could.
It didn't take too much time for the huntresses to cackle like witches at him.
Dante folded his arms and grimaced. What would Vergil say if he were to see him like this? …
...Maybe he didn't want to know that.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh, laugh all you want...!" He threw them both a venomous glare-
-And it was then when he noticed Lady's looks.
Whoa!
"I see you stayed true to your word, babe." He sent Lady a perverted look, which made the aforementioned woman look at Trish with pleading eyes. The blonde caught her silent plea immediately, and Trish, being the facetious, kind-hearted and sweet devil she is, wouldn't be as cruel as to ignore her.
"Now you two have to imitate each other!" She said pointing them with a toothy grin. Who said Vergil was the evil mastermind of their dysfunctional crew? The poor crossdressed hunters looked at her with panic-filled eyes.
W-Well... Lady considered it for a second. It wouldn't be so hard to imitate Dante; the only thing she would have to do is be irreverent, eat pizza, sit the same way he sat, read porno... … In other words, she had to be 'Dante'.
But Dante didn't agree with that proposition.
She had to be a woman! And of all the women of this world... he had to be Lady! Such misfortune... Goddammit Trish...!
"Fine." Lady answered simply, making Trish grin and burst with joy. She sat on Dante's chair, put her feet on top of the table, grabbed a piece of pizza from the box and looked at Dante. Then she cleared her throat and tried to sound as manly as possible. "Hey babe, dance for me!" Trish looked away towards Dante, who glared at her with pure hatred. Then, he walked towards the middle of the room, standing in front of the smirking woman, and while he growled to himself, he put his hands on his hips and tried to look offended. Well, he had to take this as a (sick) joke or something... or else he would end up by killing someone.
"Shut up, idiot." The man finally said with a ridiculous high-pitched voice, making both women burst into laughter.
"Ah~, how breathtaking you look, Lady- I mean, Dante~. It must be a crime to look this sexy." Lady said as she cackled alongside Trish. The devil-hunter snorted and folded his arms, pushing up his chest-
-which, as a natural result, caused Lady's white shirt to tear into shreds. At that very moment, the laughter stopped.
"W-What the fuck am I gonna wear now?" Lady asked indignantly as she rose from the seat.
Dante laughed sheepishly and raised both his hands in a sign of peace. "Hang on there, I have more of those. And besides, you look better with that on." He winked at her and stormed towards one of the bedrooms from upstairs. Trish, who had witnessed all of the scene between the two, took his gesture as something more complex...
"You know Lady, I forgot something near here, see you later~!" The demoness turned around and-
"Trish, wai-!" Lady quikly stood up and then ran towards the door, hoping she would be able to catch her blonde friend, but...
Too late. Trish got out from Devil May Cry, leaving Lady alone and confused in the middle of the wannabe-office. Just as the entrance doors closed behind Trish, Lady could hear another door opening and then closing, and then she heard how Dante downed the stairs.
The scarlet devil lazily made his way to his seat, wearing only black boxers, and once he was sat, he grabbed another piece of pizza.
"Well... Now we're alone."
Lady half-smiled at that. It always happened when Trish unexpectedly forgot about something and got the hell out of Dante's place whenever she made them play that game.
Either way, she loved every second of it.
A/N: Ouch~~. Corrected the typo I made, thanks to 4master~. *smacks forehead* this is what happens when you write chapters when it's almost 2 AM and you don't even revise what you've written. Don't do that, kids~. What a bother, how embarrasing xD.
I have to admit that this chapter was one of my favourites. I remembered that day when I read it, and it reminds me of how much I wanted to write something like that, something that could entertain people as much as that fic entertained me. ...Urgh, if I keep talking like that, it will look as though I'm very old ;A;. Also, this was probably a bit more of a pain to translate, but that is probably because my back is killing me. My bad sitting postures when I'm sitting in front of the computer are beginning to deteriorate me slowly. ...I truly sound like a whinny old woman. Anyway, I should be updating this pretty regularly, unless I'm trying to complete something else (I should be updating something asap ;A;). Unfortunately, school is starting soon and I will be, once again, bussy with real life and stuff. Oh well.
Enjoy~.