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Trish, deciding to take advantage of Vergil's seemingly broken state, grabbed yamato quickly from the ground, and held it to his head.

"I want answers Vergil. First of all, you're supposed to be dead. How is it that you are alive and sitting in fron of me. Secondly, if you say that you didn't hurt Dante, then who did? And thirdly..." She was cut short as Vergil put his head up to face her.

Trish was shocked to see the saddened look in his eyes. "You can't fool me with this act Verge. I know you too well. You're probabally plotting my death right now, as you sit there."

Vergil managed a slight laugh. "You give me far too much credit you know. If I wanted you dead, your blood would stain this alley as we speak, so kindly unhand my sword. You couldn't possibly know how to properly weild it."

"No way! Thats just it...I'm NOT a dumb as you think I am. No way would I give up my advantage over you."

"Is that what you think you have here Trish? An advantage? The fact is, that sword or no, I could still slay you so fast that it would make a cheetah appear lethargic." Vergil continued to stare into her eyes, as if he was looking for something.

"If I put the sword down between us, will you answer my questions?" Trish had one eyebrow cocked up, and remained guarded.

"Very well. You have my word that if you put it down, I will answer you. However, this is hardly a suitable place for a little chat, so if it would be all the same to you, might we find a more dignified place to converse?"

"Ya know..no one talks like that anymore Vergil."

He just sat there waiting for her answer, a smirk gracing his lips in satisfaction. Getting a rise out of people was one of the few things that made him glow with arrogance.

"Fine..." She thought for a moment, arms crossed. "Where did you have in mind?"

"Do you have any wine back at that crap hole you and Dante call a business?"

"I think Dante has a bottle of red in the basement. He's not really a big wine drinker and neither am I."

"That will do nicely." Vergil stood himself up and extended Ivory to Trish, holding the gun with the handle facing her. "So a trade then?"

"On three..." Trish still didn't trust Vergil as far as she could throw him.

"Must we play childish games? Just hand me my blade and I will give you Dante's gun back. It's really not that difficult."

"No way..I don't trust you to give it to me..besides..."

Vergil rolled his eyes, and in a blur, he removed the sword from her hand, replacing it with Ivory.

"There. Can we proceed then?" He put yamato back in its sheath.

Trish was still standing there thinking of how her sentence should of ended, when she saw the gun in her hand.

"Man you're good." She looked at Vergil who was already exiting the alley. He had taken off the black cloak, and thrown it in a trash can. His royal blue coat flapped in the wind.

He looked back at her with what she almost thought was a smile, and rounded the corner.

The next sight she saw made her blood boil.

"So Dante is still driving this same bike around huh?" He had seated himself on the bike and was holding his hand out for the key.

"Wait just a damn second Vergil! Who the hell said you could drive?"

Vergil took a deep breath as if he was calming himself. "For one, my dear brother would kill you if he knew you were on this. Secondly, if anything did happen to it, wouldn't you rather I face his wrath than you? And thirdly, I am far bigger than you, so unless you want the bike completely off balance, I suggest you let me drive."

Trish put her finger up as if to say something but no words came out. "Fine. have it your way." She pouted, but got on the bike behind him.

"You DO know how to drive one of these things right?" Trish was trying not to put her arms around him, but avoid contact completely. That however was impossible on a motorcycle.

Vergil just laughed. "Who do you think taught Dante? Oh...and you might want to hang on little girl if you don't want to end up as an organ donor."

With that Vergil gunned down on the throttle, while holding the brake in. The tires spun up like wild fire, spewing a cloud of gray smoke into the street. Then like a bat out of hell, he released the brake, sending the bike shooting down the street with the velocity of a shotgun blast.

Trish had her arms wrapped tightly around Vergil's waist, holding on for dear life.

Cars and buildings sped by like a surreal blur, as she felt his stomach muscles ripple everytime he leaned back and forth. She looked down at the stripes on the road. They looked like one solid streak of yellow, no dashes in between.

She wanted to complain to him about the speed. She wanted to tell him to slow down. But she didn't. The fact was, Dante never took her for rides. She loved riding by herself, but she longed for the intimacy of riding with a companion. She nestled herself against Vergil's back, taking in the smell of his coat mingleing with the scents of the night. She sould never admit it to him in a million years, but Trish was, for that moment, in heaven.

As they pulled up to Devil May Cry, Trish stepped off the bike first, Her arm hairs were tingleing madly, making her feel like things were crawling all over her. It was a creepy, yet wonderful feeling. Her hair however was another story. It was completely blown back and rather ratty.

Vergil however looked the same as always. His hair perfectly fluffed back, he got off the bike straightening out his coat.

"So thats the secret of how you get your hair to look like that huh?"

Vergil just laughed slightly and walked over to the front door.

Trish followed him, but just when she wa about to put the key into the lock, a hand held the door shut.

Vergil, looking down, had the same saddened look in his face as he had in the alley.

"How..." Vergil looked her in the eyes. "How is he?"

"I won't lie to you Vergil. You were there. You saw the wounds. But he will recover. He just needs to rest."

"I see." That was all he said as they entered the shop together.

"I'll go downstairs to get that wine, if you wouldn't mind checking on him. Oh and start a fire...its kinda cold in here." She set Ivory down on the table, and motioned to Dante.

Vergil nodded and went to sit on the floor next to his brother. He looked to see if Trish had gone downstairs, and feeling the coast was clear, he turned his eyes onto Dante's sleeping form. The blanket Trish had covered him with had been pushed down on his body, and Vergil couldn't help but drink in every inch of his twin. He put some logs into the fireplace and struck a match against the bricks, sparking a flame on the tip.

After starting the fire, Vergil extended his hand slowly, brushing a stray strand of hair out of Dante's face. "So beautiful. You really haven't changed at all." Vergil pulled the blanket up to cover Dante's body completely.

He sat there for the next few minutes, running his fingers through his twins hair. He brushed the back of his hand against Dante's cheek softly. "Rest now, for you will need your stregnth for what faces us next."

He heard Trish coming back up the stairs, so he quickly placed a gentle kiss on Dante's head before standing back up and facing her.

"I found it." She held up a dusty bottle. "So how does he seem?"

"He's sleeping, so we should leave the room as to not disturb him."

Trish nodded in agreement, flicking the light to the living room off, and motioning for Vergil to follow her into the kitchen.

The kitchen was a complete disaster. Pizza boxes and take out containers littered the counters, the floor, and the dining room table.

"He has a healthy appetite. What can I say?" She cleared all of the boxes off of the table setting them on the floor next to the garbage can.

"He really hasn't changed a bit has he?" Vergil brushed some dust off of one of the chairs before sitting down.

Trish rumaged around through the drawers and cupboards, trying to find a wine bottle opener. "Shit, I know we have one here somewhere..."

"I seem to remember you being much more organized Trish. Has he really rubbed off on you that much over the years?" Vergil smiled slightly at her, sitting with his arms crossed in amusement.

"Well, you know how he is. You try and clean up, and the next second the pizza guy is here again, so the cycle continues. I gave up a while ago. Ya know I swear that pizza guy must make a fortune off of Dante. With all of the tips he gives him, I bet the dude is living large in some mansion somewhere."

"You are most likely correct." Vergil glanced into the other room at Dante, the side of his face illuminated by the now crackling fire. Vergil could picture himself tracing Dante's jawline with his hand. He could remember the last time they were together. Feelings of love and comfort flooded his mind. Things he hadn't felt in so long...

"Vergil...Vergil...earth to the dark prince...?" Trish was standing holding the bottle and a glass looking irritated.

"What...sorry...what did you say?" Vergil looked like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, but continued to stare at Dante.

"I said...are you hungry?" We have some cheese and meat in the fridge."

"No...thankyou...just the wine will be fine." He shifted his glance back to Trish, who was looking at him suspiciously.

She sat down in the chair across from him and poured wine into his glass.

"And for your information, I no longer go by that name, so I would aprreciate you not using it." Vergil took the wine glass in his fingers, twirling the red liquid around and sniffing it, before finally taking a sip.

"I'm sorry. If I had known I was doing a wine tasting today, I would of cleaned up more." Her comment dripped with sarcasm.

"I wasn't doing it to be a smart ass . For your information Trish, a wine grape is like a beautiful being. It needs to be cultivated with patience, harvested with delicate care, and then when it is at its peak, enjoyed and savoured." He took another small sip from the glass, staring at her.

"I didn't understand a word of that crap you just spewed Vergil, but while you're feeling talkative, mind telling me what you are doing here? She leaned back in her chair waiting for an answer.

Vergil took a strange looking pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of his jacket, before hanging it on the back of his chair. Lighting up, he looked back at Trish.

"Very well." Vergil picked up his wine glass, swirling it around and looking deep into it.. "I will tell you the answers you seek..."

Hope you guys liked that chapter...im working on the next and reviews make me write faster so if you like it please let me know :) Answers to the burning questions are coming right up like flap jacks at a shitty truck stop! --- Tukee