This was revised a bit, but I decided not to change it too much. I will keep it Dante/Trish pairing, because the whole thing works for the storyline. Dante is a bit OOC in the beginning, grouchy and quite off, but later, he is a bit like himself. Just ignore that Trish is Eva's clone k? Thanks.

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Dante and Trish on a bad day: Part 1

Waking up to a horrendous headache after a night of sin and depravity, Dante Sparda tries with a vain effort to keep the sun from attacking the sensitive soreness of his eyes.

"SHIT! Goddammit! Fucking hell! Trish! Why'd you leave the goddamn fucking windows open! You fucking damn well know I hate having the sun in my eyes when I get up in the morning!"

The blasphemies could be heard all the way downstairs where Trish lounges lazily in the back yard of their home office. She gritted her teeth and thought with some malice that it serves him right, the stupid ass jerk! If he wanted to go out and spend the whole friggin night carousing and drinking and picking up women all over the place then it is no small feat that he got at least that!

"TRISH! Where's my coffee and my breakfast? Fucking goddamn woman ain't good for nothing around here? Are you? Huh? Shit!"

The glass of lemonade that Trish held broke into a thousand pieces and this left her hand in a bloody mess. Ah hell, she thinks angrily, I wasn't even thirsty anymore! Fucking jerk! I hate him with every fiber of my body and here I am sitting in his home where I've just had enough! I am going to leave, yes, leave tonight. No, maybe right now! Yes, after I make his shitty ass breakfast! Breakfast! Shit! More like lunch going on dinner! Fucking ass came home smelling like a man drenched from a night of sex and drinking, the smells of cheap perfume on his red jacket and the familiar scents of jack daniels and johnny walker evident on his breath. FUCK! I've had enough! The sting of her tears behind her eyes stung like a million bees.

Walking over to the kitchen she grabs the empty pot of coffee, noting the old contents were full of rotting cigarette butts and the sink overflowed with dirty dishes and mildew. Okay, so what? So she wasn't a good house cleaner but she didn't take on to be his side kick to serve as maid servant and to be his fucking fuck buddy either! That just fucking burns! He goes off and fucks other women and if he was malicious enough he would go for days without telling her where he went. This he did if he didn't get to fuck her when she was not in the mood. Who'd have thought Demons, even half demons were so fucking outrageous when it came to sex? Shit, it's not like she couldn't handle his sexual drives. She could go all night long taking it as much as he gave it.

Turning on the faucet, Trish let the water run; splashing on the dishes and erasing the mold that had formed there. The smells of the unkempt kitchen made her super sensitive nose twitch and she wonders why she didn't go out and get him something at dunkin donuts or McDonalds for a happy meal or something. Looking for the can of coffee beans she couldn't believe the amount of dust in the cupboards. At least he had nice dishes. Probably were his mothers at one time. Pretty. Trish took a hold of the dainty cups that were lined with blue delft colors and silver linings along the saucers.

"TRISH!"

She nearly dropped the cup and yells, "FUCK! Give me a fucking break, Dante! I'm going to make your goddamn breakfast alright? Shit!" With that she closes her eyes tight and leans against the sink counter. With a temper that she couldn't control, she pushes the rest of the dishes that were atop the countertop and they flew up against the wall. The noises of crashing and breaking dishes alerted Dante and he ran downstairs in a flurry.

He was barely in his pants leaving them unbuttoned and looks at her with a puzzled expression.

"What the fuck was that?"

"Nothing."

With that she resumes to keeping herself busy, adding the contents of coffee and water to the coffee maker. She didn't know when it happened but it happened and she knew he'd do something to her like he always did. He had her pinned up against the wall and looks into her eyes.

"Trish, you're angry aren't you?"

Looking back without fear, she blinks, staring right back at the azure eyes that liked to watch her expression of ecstasy and agony when he was fucking her repeatedly, driving into her as if he meant to replete every last drop of energy from her wits.

"Angry? You're insane you know that? What are you on? Or rather, what were you on last night?"

With that retort she turns away from him and tries valiantly to continue her little meager task. Wondering why she was even doing it while she could be packing her bags and heading back to Mallet island. Maybe there was something else beneath the rubble and the torn up pieces of debris. An island just couldn't disappear now could it? She could go back to the underworld and take over but those thoughts had zipped by and the touch of Dante's insistent fingers on her small waist was getting on her nerves. The bristles of his day growth five o'clock shadow rubbing against her shoulder and neck made her tender skin turn pink and sore.

"Get the fuck away from me, Dante. I'm making your goddamn breakfast."

"Are you now?"

He looks around the countertops and the broken pieces of dishes on the floor, the running water, and the now steady motions of the coffee maker making noises, which indicates the start of brewing. He gives her an evil grin and with his silver hair tousled around his head, it was indicative to Trish that he meant to play a little rough this morning.

Running a restless hand through his tousled hair, Dante relaxes and swallows, looking at Trish in the harsh light. It was a hell of a night and he could hardly remember anything that had happened and why he was standing here becoming more irritated by the minute.