A/N OKAYokokkkkay, don't shout at me for this excuse for a chapter lol. But i just got back from the pub and i thought i'd write a little chappy, um actually i'll write a thing at the bottom, i'll see you there :)
Dante turned abruptly as he heard Ladys voice pierce the air, suddenly he was pushed back by a solid force colliding with his chest. He crashed into the cardboard boxes as Lady flew into him pounding her leather-clad fist into his head,
"HEY! Not the face!"
He grabbed her wrists tightly as she strained her arms to reach him, her face was deadly as Dante looked up to her with confusion in his shocked eyes. He wrenched her hands down and held them tight to his sides. He could feel her chest rise and fall rapidly against his,
"As much as I'm enjoying all this un-resolved sexual tension, " he smirked, "would you mind telling me why you're on top of me?", he grinned raising his eyebrow,
Lady glowered at him and struggled against his iron grip,
"Lady?", she growled in exasperation and slammed her forehead against his nose,
"You bitch!!!" he moaned, squeezing her wrists in pain, Lady gasped at the pressure. The air shot from her lungs as Dante flipped on top of her and crushed her against the boxes. She strained upwards as her hands began to feel cold under his strength.
"Let go you bastard!!!!"
"You gonna play nice?",
"Hold your breath and we'll see', she spat,
They froze simultaneously as they heard Vergils voice dripping with contempt,
"Dante!" he snapped, his voice low. Dantes head whipped round in surprise, loosening his grip on Ladys wrists,
"Hey bro," he said lightly "you missed all the… SONOFA…. SHIT!" he yelled as Ladys knee slammed into his crotch, she ducked out from under him as he collapsed to the floor.
She smirked as she breathlessly backed away to lean against the kitchen worktop,
"Oh does that hurt?!", she said innocently, "I wasn't aware you had any balls", she added smiling sweetly. Dantes nostrils flared as he advanced on Lady. Vergils hard arm slammed into Dantes chest, blocking his way,
" There are more pressing matters Dante."
He took no heed of his brother and his eyes never left Lady, she was breathing heavily and glaring at him from under dark lashes.
"What did I do?", he asked pushing Vergils arm from his chest.
"Do you want a list?", she sneered, not waiting for him to reply as she started,
"Number one. You sent me on a 'mission' to pay for your pizza!!!!!!"
Dante swallowed,
"You weren't spose to…"
"Find out?! Oh I got that!!! That's another thing, why can you never just be honest!!!!"
"I…I might bend the truth…sometimes,", he smiled weakly, "but I don't.."
"You LIE!!" she shouted sharply. Dante stared at her astounded,
"What the hell brought this on?!" narrowing his blue eyes he looked to his brother, "What the fuck did you say to her?!"
Lady sashayed towards him slowly, claiming his attention with her murderous eyes,
"Shouldn't the question be what the fuck did you say to him?!!"
"Wha…"
"I didn't even tell you about my nightmares, and you go gossiping to your long estranged brother about them!!!! MY FAMILY IS MY BUISNESS!!!" she hissed all too aware of Vergils eyes on her,
Dante blinked slowly, concentrating on making some sort of sense out of what she was saying,
"I am completely confused…"
"REALLY?! There goes your honesty again!!"
"Lady…"
"WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO CLARIFY THINGS FOR YOU?!"
"That would be helpful yeh", he snarled "then maybe we could keep you hormones in check",
"Okay! let me clear your head", she growled, her voice strained as she whipped out a pistol hanging at her hip. The bullet sliced through the air piercing Dante square between the eyes. He stumbled back dazed, leaning against the wall for support as Lady darted through the door and escaped from Devil May Cry.
Lady wrapped her arms round her chest as she walked through the dark streets, fighting against the howling wind. She didn't know how long she had been trailing around for but her bare skin was numb and she cursed Dante as she made for a bar across the wide empty road. The lights were glowing brightly and she heard raucous laughter from inside. As she paused to open the door she heard soft footsteps ring through the streets. She looked around straining her eyes in the dark but saw no-one, the road was silent now. Frowning she pulled the door open and stepped inside, she was greeted by a rush of warm air and the smell of old tobacco. As she strode over to the bar she could feel the eyes of the regulars boring into her. Sitting on the high bar stool she ordered a whiskey,
"Actually make it a double, " she smiled bitterly, remembering Dantes taunts about Whiskey.
She could hear heavy footfall behind her and she smelt the approaching man before he hopped up on the stool next to her, he reeked of stale beer. She turned her head to watch the bartender pouring the whiskey. She was suddenly aware than her leg was unbound and un-stitched, the blood had dried a black crimson and it make her skin feel tight as she shifted in her seat.
"So," she heard a slurred voice beside her, "how does someone get to know you better?", she stared straight ahead and smirked, surprised by his coherency,
"You could acquaint yourself with my pistol", she said tonelessly, her hand pointedly fingering the gun at her side. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed his eyes flicker to her thigh, although she wasn't sure whether or not it was the weapon he was looking at. She heard him snicker,
"Okay baby lets play war, I'll lay down and you can blow the hell outta me", laughter erupted from his friends sitting at a table nearby. Lady felt his sweaty hand grasp the top of her leg and before she could reach for her gun she saw a flash of silver inches from her face. She looked down wide-eyed to see the thin blade of Yamato resting lightly on the drunkards wrist,
"Remove your hand, or I will remove it for you",
Her heart spasmed as she heard Vergils deadly voice. She looked up at his eyes which were staring at the mans hand, never once looking at him, his jaw was clenched and the look on his face made her uneasy.
"OkayOkay!! I was only being friendly!"
Vergil removed Yamato slowly as the drunk lifted his hand away, raising it up as to surrender,
"I didn't mean nothin by it!"
Yamato was sheathed as Vergils eyes snapped to the mans face. Lady couldn't see what the drunk saw in Vergils icy eyes but whatever it was made him jump down from the barstool and grab his coat off the back of a chair. He whispered to his friends before he hurried out the door throwing worried glances in Ladys direction. The bartender set Ladys drink in front of her, looking all the time at Vergils rigid form standing behind the recently vacated barstool,
"I don't want any trouble in my bar", Vergils eyes looked tired as he met his gaze,
"I'm glad", he sighed indifferently, Lady peered up at his pale face and smiled at his obvious discomfort in the surroundings,
"You just gonna stand there?", he inclined his head towards her as subtle confusion washed through his features, Lady couldn't help but smirk as she looked pointedly to the empty barstool in front of him,
Vergil sat carefully on the round metal and placed his elbows on the bar, clasping his hands together, Lady waited for him to speak.
She chucked back her drink in one swift motion and winced as the bitter liquid assaulted her taste buds. Thudding the empty glass back on the bar she waved her hand half-heartedly attracting the bartender,
"Same again",
Vergil was staring straight ahead apparently ignoring her. As she threw back her second drink she scowled through her glass at his unmoving figure. She swallowed and pushed her hair out of her eyes as she focused them on Vergil,
"You followed me?", she asked, her voice was husky and she cleared her throat, embarrassed.
"Yes", she fought back a smile at his response, it was cold as usual, as cold as his eyes. She thought it was strange how the Sons of Sparda had identical eyes, but somehow the same emotion never crossed both sets.
"Why?", she pressed. Catching the attention of the bartender she pointed at her empty glass, he nodded smiling warily, his eyes constantly flickering to the stiff blue-coated man sitting next to her.
Vergil said nothing but glanced at the bartender as he set Ladys drink down.
"Dante never mention any nightmares" his voice suddenly sharp. Ladys black brows arched in speculation,
"But then…" she paused tipping the third whisky down her throat, the more she drunk the smoother it seemed to taste. "…why did…" she shuddered as she felt the liquid warm her stomach, "…why did you mention Arkham?"
She grinned at the bartender and he sauntered over with the bottle, he stopped when he had covered the bottom,
"Ah, ah, fill it up", he sighed as he poured the honey liquid into the crystal-cut glass.
She held it up to her lips, her wrist limp. Then she saw Arkhams evil eyes in the bottom of the glass and she jumped, her heart racing. She screwed her eyes tight and gulped down the large glass.
"Not this time Father", she muttered breathless.
"Pardon?" She looked up and Vergil was peering at her curiously, she took a sharp intake of breath as she looked into his piercing eyes, she swallowed hard,
"I mean," she shut her eyes shaking her head to focus her thoughts, "what about my... father?"
She looked to the bartender as she listened for his answer. Vergil placed his hand gently over her glass shaking his head, staring fiercely at the approaching barman.
He smiled apprehensively and nodded to Vergil, turning to put the bottle back as he surveyed Ladys slumped figure leaning against her elbow, staring into her empty glass. In her head she was daring Arkham to come out, and she smiled triumphantly when he didn't. At least, she thought, she had some control over her mind.
"We should get back to my brother, I am …. forbidden to tell you", he smirked rising from the stool.
"I see", Lady said brightly, rubbing her eyebrow with the back of her hand. Vergil paused halfway to the door turning with effort when he realized she wasn't following,
"Lady?" She peeked at him with her blue eye from under her fringe,
"Oh! Right yes, home." She muttered, considering her use of that word. She hopped off her stool with a bit too much enthusiasm and stumbled at the impact. Vergils lip twitched as he watched her make her way slowly to him, she was staring at her feet focusing on where to put them. When she was close he continued walking towards the door, his pace slowed now to match hers. He held the door open, letting a burst of cold air swirl into the bar, Lady walked through quietly but as the door swung behind them she tripped on the concrete step onto the street and she gripped desperately at the nearest thing within her grasp to prevent herself from falling flat on her face. Her object however just happened to be Vergil. She jumped back, startled by their proximity and the hostile look in his eyes, she almost tipped over backwards, but Vergils arm shot out to catch her by the waist. Steadying her he let her go abruptly, studying her face with unsympathetic eyes. He murmured,
"I thought that was one of the first things they taught you as a human," before striding off down the dark street,
"What is?!" Lady called, he paused turning his head back and eyed Lady as she made her way slowly behind him,
"How to walk", he sighed slowing his pace as Lady stumbled down the curb stifling a laugh.
A/N I KNOW I KNOW! i'm gonna revise this tomorrow when my heads clearer but i thought i'd post it now for my American brethren for whom its like afternoon :D
AND CAN I JUST POINT OUT... that those chat up lines are courtesy of my good friend Rawden Dacre. and yes, he does actually use them -rolls eyes-
Oh and the bar scene is a little bonus as that happened to me a couple of hours ago well minus Yamato but i did have my very own Vergil :D So thats why its a little shaky mmmmkay.
love to ya mothers Xx
Update: I just read through this i am astounded by its coherency, i'm thinking of turning Hemmingway and only writing while inebriated :)