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--Meanwhile--

Vergil and Trish continued to make thier way through the night's snow covered streets. Vergil was having a much better go of it, as he was bigger and stronger than his female counterpart.

"Verrrrrgggggiiiillllllllll...can't we take a break? I'm tired, and my feet and legs are frozen..." Trish stopped dead in her tracks, shaking her head to let the collecting snow fall from her blonde hair.

Vergil stopped, breathing deeply as if to contain himself. She had been complaing to him for the past hour, and his temper was strained to say the least. "We keep moving until either we find Dante, or you remember where you sent him..."

Trish closed her eyes. "Well, I won't be able to do either if I'm a human popsicle..."

"I hate women..." Vergil looked in all directions. "Fine...we rest for a short time, but then we are going to get moving again." He looked up into a nearby streetlight. "This snow isn't getiing any lighter you know..."

Trish nodded. "It's about time...Dante would never let me freeze like this..."

Vergil gave her a look that could kill. "Then perhaps my little brother is too easy on you." Vergil walked under a nearby shop's large awning, sheilding himself from the snow.

Trish also moved to stand under it, but as far away from Vergil as she could get. "Ya know, you could take a lesson in chivalry from Dante sometime...you have the personality of a pet rock...and the coldness of one too..."

Vergil smiled. "If you find a lady in distress Trish, I will be more than happy to save her, but until you locate one, keep your mouth shut about those things which you are unfamiliar with..."

"What the hell does that even mean you jackass?" Trish turned to face him. "Ya know what Vergil? I wish you had just stayed away, and let us all think that you were dead..." She turned away from him, using her hands to rub her arms. She knew inwardly that the last comment she had made was extremely inapporpriate, as she slowly moved her eyes to look up at the dark prince next to her.

Vergil stood silently, staring into the blowing snow, his blue eyes glistening in the streetlight. "Perhaps I should of then..." He started to walk away, when his keen hearing caused him to turn. "Trish...MOVE!"

Trish gave a look as if to say "What?" Just then she heard the awning above her creak, and move suddenly, dumping a pile of snow at her feet. She had no time to react as the entire thing came crashing down on top of her.

She opened her eyes to complete blackness. She felt a large weight on her back, and tried to struggle to free herself. She took a deep breath. "Wonderful. This is just fucking great...I'm burried in a pile of white death, and the only person who could possibly help me, is probabally blocks away by now...So this where I'm going to die. They won't even find me for days...I'd better die with a decent expression on my face, not one of those pain racked ones..."

She stopped suddenly, as she heard a small chuckle, and the warmth of someone's breath on her neck. "I'm going to have to go with the latter expression Trish...at least then you will surely make the front page of the paper..."

Trish tried to turn to see who was talking, but her current situation would not allow it. "Vergil?" She realized that the weight on her back was not as heavy as it should of been, had it been a pile of snow, and not as cold either. She moved her hands to the sides of her body, only to feel two strong arms on either side of her.

"I didn't see anyone else on the streets, so it must be...right?" His breath was slow, and warm against her skin, causing her to think once more of the younger twin whom she loved so much. Snapping back to reality, she lashed out at the man above her. "Oh this is just great Vergil...now we are both burried...who is gonna dig us out?"

Vergil laughed. Trish began to see a beautiful blue light radiate from his body, illuminating the snow around her into a surreal ice cavern. All of a sudden, she heard a large roar, and felt all the weight on her back, lifted off. She rolled over, to see the sky, and breathed a sigh of relief. Vergil had used his devil trigger, and was standing over her, using his large wings to hold the snow back off of her. He extended a large clawed hand forward. "After you then..."

Trish got up slowly, brushing the snow off of her, and climbing out of her icy tomb. Vergil followed behind her, letting the snow fall behind him as he went. When all was clear, he crossed his arms before him, transforming back into his human self.

He turned away from her, and began walking up the street once more. Trish said nothing, as she watched his stoic figure walking away from her. "Why did he do that?

--Meanwhile--

As Dante was being lead through the dark corridors of the large mansion, he studied the paintings hanging on the walls to either side of him. They were of people whom he assumed were some kind of royalty, and rolled his eyes. "Ya know...these people look like they never had one night of wild sex in thier lives..."

The butler shook his head at the young twin's remark, and kept walking, trying to ignore him as best he could.

Dante stopped in front of a picture of a stoic old man in a general's uniform. "Look at this guy! I bet he was better at sex than anyone, all he needed was a partner to do it with..." Dante smiled madly down at the small man, who had turned to look up at him.

"Charming...as usual..." The man turned. "Come...we have no time for these little delays..."

Dante put his hands up, laughing. "Fine...fine...just don't bite me in the ankle's or anything..."

He heard the man mumble something under his breath, as they continued to walk, and it made beam with pride. "So what's your name anyways?"

"My name is Makishuma...but if you would prefer ankle biter, either will do..."

Dante laughed out loud. "Good one...but I think if I kept calling you that someone might get the worng idea about us..." Dante nudged the man in the shoulder.

"My god...you're incouragable..."

"Yeah...Vergil says that same thing to me all the time..." Dante put one hand behind his head. "So who's castle is this, and why am I here?"

"You will find out soon enough...I know nothing of the details..."

Dante continued walking until they reached two large double doors at the end of a blackened hallway. He studied them, noticing the large dragons that had been carved in detail to each door panel. "Neat..."

Makishuma opened one of the doors slowly. "Master...he is here..."

"Excellent...send him in..." A loud voice comanded.

Dante pushed past him. "Time for the big boys to go to work..." He leaned down and winked at the butler, giving him a small wave. "See ya later then..."

He swore he heard the man growl, and retracted his hand quickly, and the doors were shut behind him.

Dante looked all around him, into a large room, with massive ceilings. A roaring fire was going in a fireplace to his right, bathing the enitre room in a soft orange hue.

"Welcome Dante..."

Dante began to walk forwards until he reached a large black desk, adorned with more dragons. "Someone has a dragon fetish in this place...ya know that?"

He heard laughter, and watched as the chair in front of him turned to face him, holding a file before him. "That would be me...I do appologize if they disturb you in the least..."

Dante was speechless. The man in front of him, was quite possibly the most handsome man he had ever seen. The man was tall and appeared to be of Japanese decent. Long black hair fell into two neat strands on either side of his tanned face, the rest pulled back into a ponytail. Small glasses were propped neatly on the tip of his nose, and his black silk kimono was undone at the top, showing off his toned muscles.

"I said I appologize if..."

Dante cut him off, now realizing that he was staring. "No...no they are fine...great...I love dragons..."

The man laughed, taking the glasses off of his face, and setting them on the desk in front of him, and scratching the small goatee on his chin. He then placed the file next to him. "I have been doing alot of research on you as of late, Dante Sparda...very impressive, I must say..."

Dante sat down in a large red velvet chair across from the man. "Yeah...I am" Dante ran a hand through his hair. "So what's the job? I don't have all night to chit chat..."

The man laughed, walking around his desk, until he was right in front of Dante. "Right to business...I like that in a business partner..."

"Business parter? I don't like people that assume my allegiance before they have it jackass..." Dante kicked his legs up onto the man's desk crossing them, and folding his hands into eachother neatly.

"And smart too...this proves to be quite interesting I have to say..." The dark haired man studied the young man in front of him.

"Get to the point dude..." Dante started blankly up at the man before him.

"Very well then. My name is Yoichi Sukegawa, and I have a job for you that proves to pay very handsomely..."

Dante smirked. "Well, if it pays half as handsomely as I am, then I should make a killing on this right?"

Yoichi laughed. "Yes Dante...a killing indeed..."

Dante gave him a look confusion, as the man stared into his blue eyes.

--Meanwhile--

Vergil kept walking, unwavering from his task, but still thinking of the harsh words Trish had spoken to him. "What if she is right? Should I of stayed gone? Maybe Dante would be happier...with a wife...and...a family. Something I can never give him...Am I just being selfish when I..."

"Vergil? Are you listening to me?" Trish grabbed his arm, causing him to jump.

"Huh? Ummm yes...what was that?" He looked down to her.

She couldn't help but notice the softness in his glossy eyes, and toned her voice down. "I said...there is a bridge up ahead...can we just take like an hour nap there or something? I'm really tired..."

Vergil sighed, realizing that he too was tired from his long flight earlier that night, and his decision to wait up for his brother to get home, in order to suprise him. "Fine...we rest for an hour..."

"Yes!" Trish took of through the snow like a human plow, as Vergil watched her run. "I though that you were tired..."

The two made thier way up under the overpass of the bridge, and sat down. Trish pushed snow away from her staked out spot, and curled into a little ball in it, trying to warm herself.

Vergil on the other hand, used his knowledge of martial arts, to enter into a silent meditation, using his mind to warm his icy body.

"I wish you had Dante's devil trigger right now, ya know that Vergil? At least his gives off a radiant warmth, where as yours gives off a chill colder than that black heart of yours..."

Vergil laughed, his eyes still closed, and legs crossed. "That would be assuming that I have one...right?"

Trish opened her mouth trying to from a witty retort, but none came. "Yeah...your right for once...amazing..."

Vergil smiled to himself, as he opened his eyes watching as Trish tried to get comfortable and warm in her snowy spot.

Trish laid on her side, watching Vergil watch her. "That asshole...at least if Dante was here right now he'd let me..."

She was cut short, as she saw the dark twin open up the side of his long black coat to her. "If you are cold, maybe I can help..."

Trish rolled over to her other side. "I don't want anything from you Vergil..." She heard him chuckle.

"Very well then...don't say I didn't offer..." Vergil went back into his meditation.

The wind began to pick up, sending a sharp chill up Trish's spine, causing her to shiver uncontrollably. She turned back over to face Vergil. "Maybe it wouldn't be so bad..."

She pushed her soaked body up into a sitting position, shivering as she wrapped her arms around her legs. She glanced over at Vergil who she percieved as being in a deep sleep sitting against the back of the overpass. Trish couldn't help but notice how alike they actaully were. Their white hair, thier jawlines, thier beautiful lips... "God what am i thinking? Vergil is not attractive in the least...but Dante on the other hand..." Trish sat, staring onto the road below.

"The offer still stands you know..." Trish looked over to see Vergil holding his jacket open for he once more, his eyes still closed.

"Fine...but I want to go on the record as saying that I don't know which is worse...cuddling up to you, or dying a slow chilled death..."

Vergil laughed. "Well, if I am half as cold as you say I am, then cuddling with me might just get you both..."

Trish scooted her way over to Vergil, moving into the fold of his large coat. She closed her eyes at the feeling of warmth it gave off. "How is it that you are so warm anyways?"

"When Dante and I studied the marital arts, we were taught to use our minds to control physical situations that our bodies might enounter. Things such as extreme pain, and harsh temperatures. I can channel my energy to create heat within myself, and therefore I am no longer cold."

"Handy..." Trish was now inside the coat, but was doing her best to avoid physical contact what so ever.

"You should sleep now. I will take watch..." Vergil continued to stare forward, avoiding eye contact with the woman next to him.

Trish awoke sometime later, to a feeling of comfort, and softness. Without openeing her eyes, she could feel soft hair touching her forehead, and a light breath on her face.

"Dante..." She nuzzled into the strong arms that were now surrounding her body. Opening her eyes, she realized that she couldn't of been farther off. Vergil had his head resting on top of her own, his soft white hair tickling her forehead as the wind blew through it. He was breathing deeply, making her realize that he was in an unmoveable sleep. "Great...I'm stuck here..." Trish laid her head back on Vergil's hard chest, listening to his heartbeat. "Amazing...he DOES have one..."

As much as she hated to admit it, she was comfortable in his arms, and she did feel safe, even though it was not the man that she loved. Vergil would have to do, until she could figure out how to get Dante back from him.

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