Okay, something I forgot to say in the last two chapters. Massadas and Orrisa belong to me and are a figment of my imagination. As for the rest of the characters…WHY CAN'T I WORK ON THE CAPCOM TEAM??? Anyways, any other name you hear that isn't in any of the two DMC games are mine as well. All clear? Settled comfortably? Well then, read this and weep and if you take pity, review. Cheers! ^_^ (Please please please review???)
Chapter 3 (Very imaginative title I'm sure…) ¬_¬
Dante looked at Orissa in shock. He blinked twice, hoping that he was dreaming and that it all must be a terrible mistake. He did not want to see her again. Trish stood in all her glory, wearing surprisingly, a tight pair of jeans and a white top. If he hadn't had his acute senses, he would have never guessed that Trish was a demon hybrid. Trish came towards his bedside, smiling serenely. This made Dante all the more nervous.
'I'd never think I'd see you in bed being tended to.' Dante's eyes narrowed. This caused Trish to laugh. 'Still so proud…even now.'
'So…you're the one who's going to help us out?' Trish smiled. It seemed to light up her whole face. Dante found himself staring into her eyes, mesmerised.
'And this time…you're the one who's going to be my sidekick.' Dante scowled and tried to sit up again, causing himself to cry out in pain. Trish's face suddenly took on a whole new look. She looked at him compassionately and then sighed.
'Well…they sure did a good job of putting you out of commission.'
'Shut up! Just shut up!' Orissa looked at Trish, her face downcast.
'I thought that Trish would have been the best person to ask, considering you two do know each other and all…'
'Thought wrong didn't you, bitch?' snarled Dante, still in pain and angry because of it. A dark cloud seemed to pass over Orissa's face.
'I don't understand! I thought you two got on!'
'We did…but then Trish betrayed me again.'
'If you hadn't been such an ass-hole the day before then I wouldn't have wanted my revenge!' Orissa looked confused. She frowned at them both, her face showing both rage and fear.
'Does this mean you two aren't going to work together?'
'Of course we're still going to help out! Besides…I kind of owe something to Dante's mother.' Dante looked at her sharply but then understood as he remembered Orissa's explanation. His mother was still alive as was his twin brother, Vergil. Even if it meant having to work with Trish again, he'd do it. Just as long as he was able to save his family. But could he really trust her? Could he really give her a second chance? Orissa still looked confused, though most of the rage had melted away.
'What happened? I mean, why don't you two get along?' Trish couldn't help but glare at Dante at this point. Dante shook his head wearily to show he wasn't in the mood for explanations.
'It doesn't matter. What matters is trying to find a way for me to get back to full health and then finding out where my mother and brother are. After that, we can plan on how to kill Mundus.' Orissa nodded, agreeing with Dante. Trish yawned as though boredom.
'And here I was hoping that I'd be able to get a little fun before we leave on another mission.' Dante looked at her at that point, but found his eyes sliding down to several inches below her face. He closed his eyes and then brought them up to her own.
'You've changed.' Trish smiled.
'Great isn't it?' she drawled. Dante let his head fall back on the pillow and closed his eyes. It seemed his day was getting worse and worse. Damn you, Trish, he thought to himself. Damn it…