Dante's stomach hurt.
It probably had something to do with not having eaten for a while, but he sort of felt it had something to do with stress. Being nice and not annoying was hard work and usually after hard work, Dante liked an icy cold beer… But Lady didn't seem to have any in her apartment.
"I'd sell my soul for something alcoholic right now." Dante said wistfully.
Then, he noticed a bottle of surgical spirit located on top of the first aid kit.
He raised a finely sculptured eyebrow and looked downwards "Not funny, Vergil." He'd sort of gotten into a habit of blaming his brother whenever something seemed to mock him. Damned elder twin.
Dante knew his brother was an asshole, but he missed him…
Sometimes.
"What can I say bro? You wanted to stay." He said aloud, shrugging.
Lady, who lay asleep in her bed, gave a small sigh, drawing his attention to her. Dante knew he should shut up, if she awoke, she'd probably be pissed.
He grinned.
Boredom made Dante restless; he didn't deal with it well and now he wanted to play. Unfortunately, boredom also made him rather stupid… He was sitting on the floor by the bed, as Lady wouldn't let him share. This had been, in Dante's opinion, just a little rude of her…
"Payback time, babe…" He whispered, crawling stealthily onto the bed. Lady lay on her back, raven-black hair falling softly onto her forehead with a little on the pillow. The sight of her partially open mouth made his grin widen wickedly.
Discarding his crimson leather coat and black undershirt (which Lady had insisted he put on when they left his shop) he crawled along to her sleeping form. Carefully, he straddled her waist, making sure not to move around too much. The game would be over if she woke up early.
He gazed down at her sleeping face and made a truly evil face at her serene expression. Dante leaned down until his lips were an inch from hers. If all went well, Lady would think she'd dreamed everything…
He ran his tongue over his lips once, and then captured her mouth with his own.
Gotcha.
Suddenly, he became aware of Lady responding to his kiss, her tongue darting over his lips…
…Before he felt the cold of a gun being pressed to his bare chest.
Lady pulled the trigger.
Dante flew off the bed, hitting his head on the wall and falling in a crumpled heap on the floor. He leapt up almost immediately
"Of for the love of…!" He stopped.
She was asleep.
The little vixen had kissed then shot him in her sleep.
Dante just stared, before muttering the obvious words;
"What the fuck?"
Cliffy… Ish. Dante makes dumbass decisions when he's bored, yes?