A/N: Ok guys, here's part two. I'm gonna try and keep this story short (no more than 5 chapters) since I am kinda new at this stuff.

"Lucia....do you think that...Dante is.....overcompensating for something?"

Lucia's entire face burned at Trish's question. This wasn't right! Ever since she was a child, Matier had told her all about the Son of the Legendary Sparda and how he was going to save them all when he came of age. To think of him in such.....an inappropriate way had to be some sort of a mortal SIN!

"Lucia...well?", ventured Trish further. She was looking expectantly at the red-haired devil hunter for a response.

Lucia's face turned so red that it gave an illusion that her entire head was on fire. Damned blonde for putting such sin into her head!

"Oh, shut up. You've already thought about this the first time you saw him!" accused an annoying voice inside Lucia's head.

When she was younger, Lucia had always thought of Sparda's Son as a sort of Messianic figure, a hero to the people, the savior of humans from devils. It was only when Matier said that Dante was only about as old as her did she start thinking of him as something other than a savior. Apparently, so did Matier.

Flashback

"Welcome back dear child. Did you have a good session?" , asked Lucia's surrogate mother. She was sitting on a stool outside the front yard and was peeling potatoes for dinner. The stars shone brightly in the night sky.

Lucia had just gotten back from training and was very tired. For some reason, hunting and training just didn't seem to offer the same rush it used to. After her adventure with the Son of Sparda, her threshold for excitement had been considerably raised. Excitement from the fights and......something else.

"I wonder what he's doing right now? ", she thought gazing up at the sky. She stopped herself from continuing along that line of thought.

"You're thinking of him.", stated Matier, still calmly peeling potatoes. She had a knowing grin on her wrinkled face.

Lucia sighed. No use in lying now.

"He is quite a man.....the Son of Sparda...", she said tonelessly.

She kept thinking of him whenever she was hunting, always half-expecting him to crack a joke in the middle of a fight or talk to his guns. It was one of his strangest traits.....

"I believe you've learned of his name my dear. Why do you not speak it?"

I was Matier's voice that broke her train of thought. His name...

"Dante.....", she said to the sky, hoping he could hear it.

End Flashback

Lucia remembered all of this and was even more mortified of her train of thought. She tore her eyes away from the still expectant Trish (who was getting very impatient) and focused on the room. She caught sight of his strange sword Rebellion. It had strange notches about a quarter from the tip. Hmmm...it kinda looked like a.....stop it, STOP IT! Focus on something else! The pool table! Right, examine it, the green surface.....the holes.....the....stick.....and (gulp)....the balls......

"Heeellllooo? Anyone home?", Trish's voice sounded through Lucia's mind.

"Oh! I....um.....", Lucia stammered. Did Trish just ask her a question?

"Did you, um, say something?", Lucia said with a sheepish grin.

Great, spacing out like that would confirm her response to Trish's question. Sure enough, Trish grinned a wide, fox-like grin that threatened to split her face.

"I knew it! You have thought of it!", Trish cried triumphantly, thoroughly enjoying Lucia's reaction (which was turning red and sputter some incoherent denials).

"N-no!....I-I-I mean.....oh God.....", Lucia stammered. This was probably THE most mortifying night of her life. Not only would she be probably disowned by Matier for thinking impure thoughts (not to mention eternal ridicule) but Dante's blonde partner would have enough blackmail material to last until they all had white hair.

Trish patted the mortified hunter on the back. She had to do something! The girl was already hyperventilating.

"Come on, don't worry about it. You might have a stroke or something.", Trish said soothingly. Guess she should take that as an "Oh Lord, yes!" to her previous question.

Lucia was beyond humiliated. This was a disgrace to everything a devil-hunter was supposed to be; calm, collected and pure. Furthermore, she had just hyperventilated! She thought she had gotten rid of that problem (with Matier's help) when she was still a child. Ok....breathe in...breathe out.....

"Well, guess I can't blame ya." It was Trish again who spoke. She looked a bit calmer and more collected now. "Can you blame me?" , she added with a wink.

"N-no....I guess not.", Lucia said. Maybe she better ask Trish for a paper bag to breath in just in case Trish asked something.....strange again.

"So, how long do you think IT is?"

Paper bag! PAPER BAG NOW! Lucia found more blood rushing to her face and a strange force that was preventing her from breathing in air.

"Maybe this is divine punishment for this...this...THIS!", thought Lucia sullenly.

Trish , realizing her mistake, fanned Lucia's face with a hand and rubbed the other girl's back. She grinned apologetically. After regaining her composure (and breath), Lucia spoke again.

"Just because Dante carries around enormous swords and large firearms does not mean he is not equally...well-armed in other facets." Lucia said all of this without so much as a stutter that Trish had to laugh.

"Ooooohh, you willing to bet on it?", Trish said, her eyes glinting with mischief. She also noted that her red-head companion had referred to her partner with his given name.

Lucia eyed the blonde woman. Beating Trish at something, anything, sounded like a splendid idea right now. She smiled and put a gloved hand forward, indicating a handshake. Trish did the same and grasped Lucia's hand. They shook hands with their bet. The stakes were set. Neither woman wanted to lose. They stood silently still grasping each other's hands until the sound of an opening door broke the silence

The knob turned and someone stepped in. Someone with silver hair and a red amulet around his neck.

"So, I see you've been getting along."

It was Dante, obviously from the bathroom, wearing only a towel.

A/N: Cliffy!:) So, what do you think? This won't be leaning either to Dante/Lucia or Dante/Trish. I don't think I'm ready to write a straight romance fic yet. So whaddya think? Comments? Criticisms? Suggestions? They're all welcomce, long as you put them in you reviews!