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This goes in Centuries because it is a collection of various pairings, written for the drabbles100 challenge.
66. Rain – Grue/Nell
He hadn't been one of her regular customers before, but one day he'd dropped off his signature gun for a little touchup that could have been handled by anyone. It certainly didn't need her expertise, and he didn't need her rates.
As it rained outside he'd asked about Tony, and she told him the kid was not too bad, but he needed to shoot slower and quit breaking her guns she fixed up for him. Damn kid.
He laughed and said no way Tony would slow down except permanently. She knew that here was someone else who would cry then.
67. Snow – Alice/Vergil
Rabi had promised her a prince. The first one had mocked her and the second one ignored her, as cold as what his beautiful hair looked like. She knew despite her new body he still saw her as a child, a crybaby, playing around.
She knew this was serious, she'd show him that she was tough and strong now!
She'd get him that amulet he wanted. He'd respect her then! She'd volunteered for the mission, telling Arkham when Vergil was in the room.
He'd ignored the conversation, looking out the window at a distant peak. He never looked at her.
68. Thunder – Nevan/Alastor
There was a perpetual thundercloud over Devil May Cry. Dante thought it was a good thing, even if it was damn noisy, because it kept satilites from keeping an eye on him. It only dispersed between 8 and 10 am, because he was a light sleeper.
Whenever he didn't have something for them to do, Nevan and Alastor were up there in it. That was probably a good thing to, since it kept Alastor from demanding that Dante use him instead of the other weapons, but he was envious that the damn sword was getting more than him. It sucked.
69. Lightening – Dante/Beryl (Second novel character.)
She reminded him an awful lot of Lady. The difference was that she didn't have that stick up her ass about demons. The Beastheads had killed her father, but she didn't see him as having anything to do with it.
Lucia reminded him of her, only Lucia was too much of a kid. Beryl had been around the block.
She reminded him of his mother, but not like Trish did. She wasn't a copy and she didn't look anything like her.
She was a devil hunter, a strong woman who transcended her limits.
He teased her, but he loved that.
70. Storm – Mundus/Vergil
At first, he had raged and fought, spat defiance at him. He'd silenced that.
Now, he obeyed, empty and broken, any disobedience beaten out of him. He would never rebel. Not like dear Sparda.
He avenged himself upon him, sated his lust for the one who had almost been his mate upon him.
Soon. Soon Vergil would defeat his own brother and bring him the sword containing Sparda's soul. Soon the traitor would be in his clutches.
He appreciated that.
Soon, however, he would have destroyed all traces of Sparda's rejection of him, and this tool would be no more.
