A/N: I revised this. I saw that PS2 magazine, capcom licensed artwork of Dante/Lady riding the waves and I thought this fic would have been perfect had we known about Lady back in 2003. Yeah she was the first girl in Dante's life, and kept this Vergil/Lucia, one of my first fave ships.

Category: Devil May Cry, capcom owns.

Rating: T for language.

Genre: Romance/Humor.

Pairings: Dante x Lady, Vergil x Lucia


Interlude: At the café, the hotel room, and the beach.

Dante, Vergil, Lady, and Lucia sat around at one of those round café tables with a large umbrella hanging over their heads at a nearby fancy coffee shop. And currently, they were drinking their favorite beverages. Dante looked pleasantly pleased, soaking in the mid summer sun and looking rather spiffy in his Levi's button fly jeans, courtesy of Diesel products. He refused to wear anything less than Levi's so the company arranged to buy him a years supply of his favorite brand. He also wore a Versace' designer shirt that made him look like those guys from one of Calvin Klein's perfume ads.

He was indeed looking very smug with himself. Totally enamored of the sun and the way the breeze picked up his white locks, pushing them away from his pretty baby blue eyes. Vergil on the other hand wore one of those sleeveless shirts, the first few buttons unbuttoned to show part of his chest. The older brother thought it wise to wear a khaki type pair of pants to suit the weather. Always practical he was, to a point where every pleat looked ironed out and starched. The four seemed completely engrossed in their little world. Dante broke into their thoughts as he cleared his throat.

"What say we go to the beach and hang out all day and all night, y'know, have a bonfire and roast some marshmallows?"

Vergil looked bored, sipped his cappuccino and sat back with his long legs stretched out, accidentally bumping Lucia's legs. She glares at him with this disapproving look, then gives Dante a half smile. Her hands wrapped around a cold glass of ice tea, decorated with a cute yellow umbrella.

"I think that sounds nice. I could use a good tan." She glances over at Lady's lily white skin and deepens her smile, "You could use one too."

"I would but sea foam makes my skin bubble up and my legs turn into a tail." Lady joked, smirking, with her eyes half closed.

"Aw come on, Lady, you tan nicely after you burn." Dante laughed.

Lucia gave a small giggle, nearly choking on her drink; she wonders why she felt a little lightheaded. Not one for the silliness, she hands over her glass over to Dante, "What's in this thing anyway?"

"What do you want me to do? Drink it?" Lifting the glass to his nose, he sniffs at it.

"Ah, you've got the long island ice tea." He grins, "Maybe you and me later can go have marshmallows and a bonfire?"

"Oh for crying out loud!" Lady exclaims as her eyes roll heavenward.

"What about you, bro?" Dante looks over at Vergil, still looking bored and had finished his drink.

"As long as there's hot chicks with 2 piece strings on, you betcha." He clicked his tongue, and winked. Apparently, he was joking but they all stared at him with semi-shocked faces.

He drew his light brows together, "What? I can perfectly imitate any other human male around can I not?"

"That was totally out of character, Vergil." Lady blinked, "But….interesting. Do keep it up will you?"

"For you, dear lady, I would give the world…" He leaned, his voice deepened.

Dante harumpfed very loudly, and kicked his older brother's leg from under the table. He received a glare from his older brother for that.

"Then it's settled?" Dante's brow lifted, his eyes perused over at the two girls. "You girls get some bathing suits on and join me and Vergil down at the cove in an hour?"

They nodded in unison. The matter was settled.

Fifteen minutes later in the girl's hotel room, Lucia undresses and stands before the mirror, examining herself in the white and blue under things she bought over at Victoria's secrets. "Do you think I'm fat?"

Lady sits at the bed, rummaging through her luggage, looks up, "Maybe a little in the ass."

"What?" Lucia is horrified and turns around to view her backside. "I am not that big!" then in a lowered voice, "Am I?"

"Please. Your body is what a lot of guys would fight for; asses are the "in" thing."

Lady replied so calmly, giving the indication that she wasn't in the least bit jealous or making light of the situation. She then proceeded to take off her simple clothing, her white blouse now unbuttoned. Naked, she looks really nice and Lucia tries not to look too long at her friend's slim and perfect shape. Lady's breasts were very perfect sized and she was such a smaller girl than Lucia too.

"Your body seems to attract a lot of attention as well." Lucia mumbles. "What do you do? Eat nothing all day?"

"Actually," Lady saunters over to the shower room, turns on the warm water to sprinkle it over her short dark hair and quickly rubs her perfume shower gel over her body.

"I eat quite a bit, lots and lots of greens and once in a while, I have a taste for pizza when I need energy." Smacking her lips at the memory of her last pan pizza at pizza hut, she then recalled how Dante had taken the last piece. This gave her cause to knit her brows.

"What are you wearing by the way?"

"Hmm, I think I'll wear the red bikini I bought today at the mall." Lucia models around the room, viewing herself in the panoramic mirror that is part of the hotel's signature. "What do you think?" she prances inside the shower room to show off to Lady.

"Not bad, girl. What are you planning to wear for tonight's bon fire? I am going to try surfing before it gets dark. Why don't you join me?"

"I think I'll stay away from the water and lay out in the sun. I bought a big bottle of sunblock."

Lady laughs, "I thought you wanted a tan? Hello."

Lucia lay back on the bed, her eyes glazing over at the memory of her homeland, (Not vie de marli, but the one in the French Riviera)

"I remember when I used to lay out on the beach and all the women would wear nothing on the tops to get a full tan."

"Ah you Europeans. That's right; you can take it off and not get slapped with indecent exposure."

Lady dried off her hair and body, donning on a white designer cut bikini. She brushes her hair and packs a few items inside her back pack. A pair of jeans, towel, sunscreen, condoms…..hmmm, now how'd that get there?

"Do you think Dante likes me? Or you?" Lucia mused.

"Hey you getting feelings for devil boy?"

"Welll, do you?" Lucia smiles wickedly. "I feel sort of like I want to get lucky tonight, I'm so tired of fighting all the fiends, demons, and whatever evil crap comes our way."

"I think Vergil has a thing for you, Lucia." Lady teased.

"Ugh. That shit. He pisses me off for no reason at all. I mean, I know he looks like Dante in a way, almost. But he's just not….Dante." Her voice fading off. "But I also think Dante likes you, Lady."

Lady paused, smiling, "I don't know." Shrugging, "Sometimes I hate it when I remind them both of my human lineage."

Lucia turns over on the bed, her back legs cross as her hands cup her face. "No, really? I think Eva was beautiful, but there's where you two differ, your looks. Though you both are similar in personality I would think. Now what legendary dark knight who fought all of evil, put Mundus in a jar, persay and happens to fall in love with a human?"

"Yeah, I guess." Lady applied a little lipstick on, the gloss shine one, which makes her look fresh. "Ok, Lucia, ready?"

Down at the cove, Vergil eyes a couple of girls and nods his head over at them, his eyebrows lift, a grin indicating the females of his interest and they giggle.

"We must look fucking interesting to everyone else on the beach. Notice we're getting stares?" Vergil said with his hand over his eyes. The sun was glaring down at their silver heads and they did appear unusual, a couple of guys identical except for the hair style and if one observed closely, the other brother a little over confident while the other, oblivious and preoccupied.

"The girls are taking a long time to get down here. It's crowded today." Dante replied, "Maybe I'll go for a swim."

A couple of kids next to Vergil were making a sandcastle and one of them asked him in cute voice, "Hey mister, we think your hair looks cool. Can we bury you with sand?"

Seeing that the kids sat with a young pretty woman, probably the mother, Vergil decided to use this opportunity for his masculine charm to win over the kids, therefore, winning over the mother. Giving the kids his flashy smile, he nodded,

"Sure you can." And halfway through the ordeal, he was gritting his perfect white teeth at the crap he has to go through to get some.