I decided to post chapter 3 so here you go!


--Meanwhile--

Dante watched as Yoichi walked gracefully over to a large wooden bar in the corner of the dimply lit room. The man reached up into one of the glass cabinets surrounding it, and pulled out a dark bottle. "Red...is that ok with you then?" He held the bottle out towards Dante.

Dante got up and casually walked over to the bar. "I don't drink wine...its too yuppy for me..." He looked up and down the bar at the various liquors that were neatly positioned on several shelves. "I'll take a good vodka though, if you have it..."

Yoichi nodded. "Ahh...very nice demon slayer..." He grabbed a bottle of dark liquid off of the top shelf, and unscrewed the top. He got a highball glass out of one of his cabinets, and put some ice into it, before he began to fill the glass up. "We might as well use this ice up...with the power outage it will melt shortly..." Yoichi took a small sniff of the dark bottle. "You know...I would not open this bottle for just anyone...it's called Blavod. It's the world's only known black vodka. It is very rare, and rumored to be incredibly smooth." He filled the glass to the top, and set it on a small napkin in front of Dante.

Dante gave it a sniff. "Smells good..." He took a sip, and as he did, he closed his eyes, letting the tempting flavours dance on his tounge. Yoichi smiled, as he watched Dante enjoy his drink, and began to uncork his bottle of wine. "So what do you think Dante?"

Dante had downed half of the glass, when Yoichi's words brought him back. He opened his eyes, and set the glass down on the bar. "That was my first drink in almost four months...Vergil said I had a drinking problem, so he asked me to stop for a while."

Yoichi studied the white haired man in front of him, pouring a blood red liquid into a silver goblet. "And did you?"

Dante thought for a moment. "I guess so...I almost shot an eighty year old woman one night after leaving the bar. I thought she was a demon or something..."

Yoichi laughed loudly. "I bet that was a site to see..."

Dante smiled. "What? She looked dead...like she was two hundred years old. You should of seen her, running down the street after me though, purse in hand..." He took another sip of his drink. "I would hate to think what she would of done to me, had she caught me..." Dante stuck his tounge out, and acted like he was hanging himself.

Yoichi continued laughing. "Good thing she didn't then... right?"

Dante sat himself on one of the may bar stools next to him. "Yeah...luckily Verge pulled up on his bike as I was running away from her, and I jumped on the back. He really saved my ass..." Dante became serious all of a sudden. "It seems like ever since he came back to me, all he has had time to do is bail me out of crappy situations he didn't even create. Sometimes I wish he was free of me, so that he could be with someone normal."

"And what is normal Dante?" Yoichi took a sip of his wine.

Dante finished his drink, and pushed the glass towards Yoichi. "I wouldn't know I suppose...thats something I have never had the luxury of..."

Yoichi motioned to Dante for a refill, recieving a nod, and refilling his glass. Dante took a large sip. "That shit is really good..."

Yoichi set the bottle in front of Dante. "It should be at one hundred dollars a glass..."

Dante almost spit the drink out of his mouth, but at that price decided that swallowing might be a good idea. "Holy shit! I've never drank anything this expensive before..."

Yoichi looked at him seductively. "And how does it feel Dante? Because if you do this little job for me, you will be able to drink a bottle of that everynight for the rest of your life..."

Dante looked down at his stomach. "Well, I can't speak for my liver, but my mind says I'd be stupid not to take the job..."

"Excellent..." Yoichi moved out from behind the bar. "Grab your bottle, and follow me..."

Dante stood with his glass in one hand, and the expensive vodka in the other, following Yoichi to the leather couches near the fireplace. He set the bottle on a nearby table, and started to kick his large boots up onto the coffee table, before stopping himself, and looking the man sitting across from him.

"Go ahead..." Yoichi motioned for him to put his feet up. "I have always hated that ugly table anyways...and it didn't stop you from doing that same thing to my desk..."

Dante put his feet up. "Yeah but that's what a desk is for..."

Yoichi laughed. "Yes...I suppose it is..." He looked at Dante quizically. "But then why did you stop at the coffee table?"

Dante rolled his eyes. "Vergil gets upset when I do it at home. He says it makes me look undignified or some bullshit like that..." He set his glass down, and began to remove his red trench coat, revealing his two twin guns, strapped neatly to his sides.

"I don't take you as the dignified scholar to be honest..." Yoichi poured some more wine in his glass. "More like the rebellious biker type..." He looked Dante up and down. "I actually find it quite attractive..."

Dante tossed his coat into the middle of the room's floor. "At least someone does..." He took another gulp of the black liquid in his glass. "I mean shit...you just met me, and you already seem to know me better than he does..." Dante sat up and poured more vodka into his glass. "I mean take the current sitaution for instance...he's been gone for like two weeks off in Japan somewhere, doing some high paying job, but he never once asked me how I felt about it..."

Yoichi cocked his head to the side. "And how did you feel about it?"

Dante slammed the rest of his drink, now feeling very tipsy. "I was pissed. I mean what the fuck? I'm just as strong and fast as he is...he acts like I'm a damn baby or something...I could of gone and helped him..."

"I'm sure he was doing what he thought was right for you at the time..." Yoichi sat studying his new partner.

"Whatever..." Dante finished his glass. "Now what's this job you have for me?"

Yoichi glanced outside. "The sun will be up soon. We will have plenty of time to discuss this in the evening...you must be exhausted from the walk here, not to mention all of the drinks.

Dante thought his comments strange for a moment, but brushed them off. "Yeah...I guess I am kinda sleepy..."

Yoichi stood, clapping his hands together. "Excellent...then you will be my guest..." He walked to the large double doors of the room, extending a hand to Dante. "Follow me then."

Dante stood up slowly, now realizing that he was more intoxicated than he had thought he was. He walked over to where he had tossed his jacket and grabbed it, before following Yoichi out of the room.

The tall blonde man led Dante down a dark gothic hallway, before stopping in front two double doors. "This will be your room, as long as you are my guest..." He swung one of the doors open with a majestic grace, and extended his other for Dante to enter.

Dante looked around the room, which was completely done in a red decor. "Humph...nice choice of colors I have to say..."

Yoishi smiled. "Ah yes...red is the color of passion, and above all, death."

Dante raised his eyebrows. "What a wonderful thought..." He discarded his jacket onto the back of a golden chair, and peeked into an ajoining room. "Wow...nice bathroom...you could fit like six people into that bathtub..." He peeked back out at Yoishi, who was looking towards the bedroom's only window.

"I must leave you now." Yoishi turned to leave. "Please Dante, make yourself at home. If you require anything at all, feel free to let Makishuma know. He will take care of your every need."

Dante scratched the back of his head. "Ummm...thanks?"

Yoishi bowed to him, and closed the doors on his way out.

Dante felt a large gurgle in his belly, as he tried to think of the last time he had eaten. "Man...I could probabally have anything in the world to eat in this place...and I have a big stomach." He picked up the phone in his room, and was startled as Makishuma instantly picked it up with no ring at all.

"Yes sir...what can I do for you?"

Dante thought for a minute. "What kind of pizza do you guys have in this joint?" After ordering enough pizza to feed an army, he yawned and stretched his arms out in front of him.

Dante walked over to the large canopy bed, and flopped down onto it. He closed his eyes. "Vergil...I wonder where you are right now?"

--Meanwhile--

"Dante..." Vergil shifted in his sleep, causing Trish to end up on the ground, with Vergil on her side. She decided that she had enough of her current position, and crawled out from under the heavy man.

She let his head hit the ground hard, causing him to wake up immediately, drawing his sword as he did. "What the hell?" Vergil looked up at Trish, and seeing it was only her, rescheathed his sword. "Dammit Trish...you could of at least woken me before you got up." He rubbed the side of his head. "I really would not expect anything less of you anyways..." He stood, realizing that the sun was up. "Great, we overslept...we only have a few hours of daylight left..."

Trish stood looking at the snow, as the reds and oranges from the sun lit it up like a fine sherbert. "What now oh great one?"

Vergil joined her. "We keep moving...thats what..." He purposely smiled widely at her, knowing that it made her angry.

The two walked up the deserted streets, not going in any true direction. Trish stopped in front of a small market, looking at the food inside. "Ugh...I'm so hungry right now..."

Vergil rolled his eyes. "God you sound like Dante right now...I swear sometimes, I think that man has two stomachs..."

Trish reached into the purse slash backpack that she had on her back, and pulled out a hairpin. She walked over to the door, and started to pick the lock, when a giant crash made her jump and turn towards Vergil.

"Speaking of something Dante would do..." She looked as Vergil entered the building through where the large picture window had been, stepping over shards of glass on his way.

"I will pretend you did not just say that woman..."

Trish followed him inside, trying her best to not get cut on the sharp glass pieces that were still embedded in the window sill.

"Take only what you need." Vergil waited by the window for her.

Trish pushed past him. "I'm gonna take what I need to get full thankyou..." She walked over to several racks, looking at all fo the different foods.

Vergil sighed. "For god's sake woman...this is not a weekly shopping trip...pick something and let's go..." He crossed his arms.

"Don't you ever lighten up Vergil?" Trish grabbed a few candy bars, and a bag of chips.

"Not when it comes to the whereabouts of my brother. I have already experienced the bitter taste of loosing everything that I held dear to me once, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let it happen ever again." Vergil stared coldly into her eyes. "So, did you happen to think of anything regarding his location while you were cuddling with me?' He winked at her, knowing it would set her off.

"CUDDLING WITH YOU?" Trish's face turned bright red.

Vergil smirked at her. "Yes...you seemed like you were having a great time...and I don't blame you really...I don't think that I would be able to resist me either."

"RESIST YOU? You must be joking! Arrogance must be a Sparda trait..." Trish walked right up to his face, and pointing into it. "I'll have you know mister, that I don't find you the least bit attractive...in fact I find you quite repulsive!"

Vergil laughed. "And you find my identical twin brother to be some sort of a sex god?" Vergil removed his hat, and shook his head, letting some of his white hair fall into his face. "If you want him so badly, then why haven't you just jumped him yet?" Vergil's voice was staring to sound enraged, and sarcastic.

That comment set Trish off. "Because he doesn't want me you big asshole! He wants you! And since I can't even get a kiss from him, I have given up."

Vergil shook his head hard, letting all of hair fall into his face, and looked down at Trish.

She gasped, thinking that she was looking directly into Dante's eyes. Vergil was after all, wearing all of his clothes.

Before she could think, Vergil grabbed her roughly into his arms, and pressed his lips into hers. Trish's eyes popped out of her head at the contact, as she looked into the blue eyes that could of been Dante's. Vergil pulled her up his level, and parted her lips with his tounge, capturing her mouth in a slow sensual dance.

Trish for a fleeting moment forgot where she was, still staring at the handsome man that was kissing her like no man had ever before. She closed her eyes, and let a small moan escape into the kiss. Just as she was staring to like what was happening, she grunted as she hit the ground hard.

She looked up to see Vergil slick his hair back out of his face, and wipe his mouth. "There. You basically got your kiss from Dante...was it everything that you dreamed it would be?"

Trish looked up at, as if she was truely hurt. "You are the biggest dick on the planet Vergil."

He looked down at himself. "I bet you would like to know that too...wouldn't you?" He smiled at her wickedly, and exited the shop through the broken window, leaving the sound of crunching glass in his wake.

"I'm gonna make you pay for that you bastard..." Trish stood herself up. "When you are dead, Dante will only have me to comfort him, and you will become nothing but a distant memory in his mind." She brushed her clothes off, and followed Vergil out of the shop.

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