CurryChicken

i'm soo happy you liked it!!! i thought about how you'll react while i was making it! your enthusiasm is like an energy bar lol!!!

Eric

ooops sorry Blush ( embarrassed ) but I'm glad you liked it . (made the edits)

Dante roamed around the circular room, he clearly got the best one in the house, He got Trish's room which was rather... descent, and it was something he didn't expect, with salmon colored walls. It also has best view because of three giant windows like the shape of a half hexagon allowed him to see the whole view of the beautiful surroundings. There was a small fireplace, adorned with dolls and shiny things, the carpeted floor was salmon pink as was the draping of the curtains in the windows with white underlying fabric and the cushions on the couches were of lighter shade. There were porcelain dolls and stuffed animals on every surface and a lounge full of it with trinkets and a huge doll house. It was creeping him out, but aside from that are the band posters on the wall, bands he listen to, he never thought Trish and him have the same bands in common. nor to say that Trish also listens to band that he thought was too gay and that her four poster bed was black and pink, with black and pink curtains hanging over it, nor did he notice several ruby gloom and Tim Burton merchandise in the room. It was a room full of wonderfully crazy things, like a whimsical horror.And it was like it belonged to two completely different people..

There were photographs of her as well, when she was young with her family, her mom and her dad... He felt his body getting tired and heavy all of a sudden as he slumped on her bed, his back leaning on the white headboard, her jack skellington lampshade giving off a dim light as Dante started browsing through the pile of sketchbooks and scrapbooks on the side of the bed. He never knew this before, how Trish can play, as evident from the music he have heard earlier, a small grand piano was in the room, untouched... with a violin and a black electric guitar neatly tucked away. Or how Trish can draw, there was an easel near the window, with an unfinished portrait of..him.. no.. of Vergil. He was absolutely jealous but.. he couldn't, he shouldn't be.. after all she has every right to hang out with any guy she wants, he's not her boyfriend... and he doesn't have any rights to restrict her from that, he is well aware that Trish would gladly pick him over those pretty bastards who tried and failed to ask her out. But does it have to be his brother? of all people why him? Was Dante threatened with a bit if competition?

When they were young, Vergil would alway get his toys.. Vergil always gets what he wants, snatching things from Dante.. and he would protest, "I got it first!" or "I saw it first".. but this time, though Trish is not a toy.. there was a feeling of possession, he didn't saw her first.. Vergil did.. Vergil may have the right of claim over her.. would that be a problem?

But it was weird how he just knew this things about her now, how they skipped the getting to know you stage... he felt so terribly sorry for her, thinking about her soothes his anger, Trish has everything... good life, good family, not to mention good looks. She had so much ahead of her and it was snatched away by evil.. and all she has now.. are memories.. just memories, She deserved more than that, If he could only give her back the life she had, that life she lost then he would do everything he can to help her.. even if it means

that they can't be together..

"I want to sleep in my room" she whined as she busted the door open then closing it quietly, She stood in front of him, her arms crossed wearing a tight black shirt and shorts, her hair in a loose ponytail. Dante smiled and tapped a space behind him, urging her to join him. "Get off!" she cried, "sorry babe" Dante began as he got a small wooden frame from the bedside table, "Its me with the bed or no bed at all.. its a full package", Trish could cry to her dismay, she haven't slept in her room for years and there he was, lying on her ultra soft mattress and her black sheets and pink comforters and her heavenly pillow and he was lying on Panda!! and.. he looked so..so... she couldn't describe it, handsome would to shallow, like a god.. yeah.. his white shirt though plain, looks so good on him, It was rare to see Dante wearing something normal. And for Dante, he has never seen Trish so.. raw.. real and just her true self, with no guns, no swords, no killer outfit, no make up... just Trish.. simple and clean.

Trish crawled to her bed and sat beside him as she tried to push Dante to retrieve Panda, "You hurt him!" she said, embracing the stuffed animal. Dante however found himself tantalized by that photograph he was holding, "you're.. really pretty.." he said and his voice was different. Trish was about to laugh, it was the same as calling his mom beautiful if she hadn't seen him looking at her picture. Trish was never good with compliments, she'd deny anything good about her.. but now, she'll have to accept she's beautiful... much respect to Eva.

Trish did resemble his mom, but she looked so different in that old photograph, her cheeks were rounder, her eyes were big and bright, her lips were timid and perfect, her long blonde hair has soft elegant waves in the end, she was charming.. as always but she looks happy. "I was seventeen" she sighed as she took the frame away and placed it on the center table where Dante got it.

They were just close to each other, too close, Trish finally gave up the idea that she could have her bed for herself as she lied down facing the opposite side, she tried to sleep with her Panda in her arms. Dante noticed a smaller lamp on the other bedside table, it has rhinestones encrusted on it, he leaned over, careful not to squish Trish as he pulled the switch.

after long last, he finally get Trish to bed, not just any other bed, her bed and guess what? they're not doing anything! And before Dante could think of doing anything naughty, the cylinder lamp began rotating and a tune started to play, it sounds like a music box. The colored rhinestones sends off flickers of light, red, blue, green, pink, purple, dazzling the dim room, it was beautiful, and the music was melancholy with the luminous display of the lamp. It was... terribly annoying Dante.

He was about to reach for the switch again, when Trish held his arm, "No, that's my song" she said, Dante dropped his head as he watched Trish burying herself from her sheets, he smiled slyly as he did the same, "This a tent?" he asked with the spread sheet covering them, Trish was acting like a kid, he thought, and maybe she has every right to.. if she deprived from it from the start.. besides it's kinda cute

Trish was lying on her side, "Are you still mad?" she asked, their faces were just several inches away from each other, Dante didn't answer, he looked at the Panda she was embracing, "I'm sorry I didn't tell" she said softly, Dante looked at her, her sincere, sapphire eyes.. "Don't be.." he said as he began playing with her hair, sliding his fingers through her silky, blonde hair. That wasn't the reason why he got all mad.."That was you playing" It wasn't a question, Trish nodded, "He taught me that song", right.. he again Dante thought, How long has Vergil known Trish? Who knows.. at which point and time did they happen to cross each other's path

Trish looked at him, he is so perfect, his hair have grown longer now, almost covering his gray eyes, she pushed his hair back to the side, "Do you want to know what happened?" she asked, there was pain in her voice, Dante really wanted to know more than anything, what happened between her and Vergil, how Trish ended up working for Mundus, he knows that these are connected but the pain in her voice.. "Not if you don't want me to" he answered, his lips in a slight smile, "Maybe when everything is okay.. is that okay?" she asked, everything is just too painful right now.. Dante nodded. "you know.. "she said, "Being a demon, made me realize that maybe.. maybe I was better off dead.." her voice broke on the last word, she was about to cry when Dante held her face with his hand, "Don't' say that.. Trish.." he looked at her, how her beautiful hair follow the curves of her body.

"Can I ask you something?" Dante looked at her, his eyes were like a wolf's, clear, intelligent and lonely, Trish waited for his question, "are you just being nice to me.. coz..", he stopped, "Am I just a cover up for..", he hesitated again "Does he.. and I.." fuck.., "If I liked you because you remind me of Vergil?" Trish smiled, "Jackpot.." came his solemn reply.. Finally Dante knows how it feels. Trish felt the same thing before, with her resemblance with Eva.. but she never thought Dante could actually feel that way, she smiled again as she closed her eyes, "I never thought of you as Vergil" she answered, "Sure you look alike but.. you're really so different".. Dante was still unsatisfied with her answer, "We had our chance.." Trish said, avoiding Dante's eyes, "Vergil and I...but we chose not to.." "But you could have" Dante answered, hoping Trish would deny it and say that there was no chance between her and Vergil at all. "I doubt it.." Trish said, her voice almost a whisper. "Let's just say I'm not his type", "Why can't you say that he's not your type?" Dante replied with a worried tone, "that would be synonymous with saying that you're not my type" she winked at him.. he smiled, I needed that he thought.

Then they have just realized that they were just centimeters away from each other.. will they hold back? would they delay gratification? just as what they always do? leave each other hanging... not this time... I don't think so as his lips found hers, kissing her gently with a soft butterfly kiss, she felt his lips pulled up in a smile, as he went forth deepening the kiss. she tried to hold back, pulling away but he kept her in, holding her gently,But soon the kiss became passionate, how they fought every temptation to kiss, burned every desire. This time Dante made sure, there would be no holding back now, the kiss made all the difference. they could feel each other's fast, pounding heartbeats, rapid breaths.. all those years of longing finally found its fulfillment. Trish have just realized where she belonged... in his arms. He gently slid his arm over her shoulders, allowing her head to lie on his arms, the other arm, strong and protective hung around her waist, their legs entangled..

Then the door opened.. Dante sighed as Trish sat up straight, her face was red if it wasn't for the darkness in the room, the music and the lamp have stopped playing now, "I'm scaaawed" a small girl in her pink bunny pajamas sobbed, Trish sighed in relief, "thew's a mosntew in my woom" she squeaked, her round face was too cute to describe, she held a cream colored teddy, Dante lazily stood up.. they could never just be ALONE, "There's no monster in your room" as he got out of bed and Carrie held his hand to pinpoint the culprit. If it's not Lady, it's Carrie..he thought

"See, it was just a tree" she heard Dante from the other room, she sat up smiling,how cute she thought.. and maybe.. maybe they could be like this.. maybe they can have their own.. before she could even finish with her thought, Carrie came running towards Trish, crawling beside her, "Twish, can I sleep with you?" she asked, her eyes big and teary, "Of course" she said smiling, Dante who was hoping for a round two finally gave up as he slouched on the lounge near the bedside table.

"wead us a stowy" Carrie requested, looking at Dante the while settling herself in Trish's arms. She wants a bedtime story and frankly speaking the only story Dante has are about his adventures with blood sucking demons, "I don't know any stories" he said, his tone was casual but cheery, "Just read us something" Trish followed. Dante found something readable on a frame hanging on the wall, two exquisitely beautiful blonde girls, how could any man or demon refuse. He took the frame as he sat, and have just realized what he was about to read may well be the corniest thing in the world.. but he likes corny, he's been looking for corny for a very long time now.

he breathed heavily as he began to read it

and the ironic thing is... Sparda recited the same verse to Eva

As Dante Alighieri read the same verse to Beatrice Portinari

And now.. it was their time...

Love is patient; love is kind

and envies no one.

Love is never boastful, nor conceited, nor rude;

never selfish, not quick to take offense.

There is nothing love cannot face;

there is no limit to its faith,

its hope, and endurance.

In a word, there are three things

that last forever: faith, hope, and love;

but the greatest of them all is love.

1 Corinthians 13

Trish uttered the verse softly..word for word with him as she closed her eyes. Dante looked at them with tamed eyes, all anger, doubt disappearing while Carrie and Trish had a little pillow talk, with soft voices like an angel's. And from then on, he saw Trish as someone.. not just someone, the only one whom he likes to be the mother of his children... and he was serious this time, she's the one whom he wants to spend his very long life with.

Author's note

was it too corny?? I'm so sorry lol, if you wanted to hear what Trish was playing you can listen to it on youtube its from ff10-2 piano collection entitled "Windcrest" and i'm listening to epilogue and 1000 words also from ff10-2 i'm soo teary right now huhu

Panda?! i like Pandas so much! lol