AN

Chickencurry- yay! lol XDD always a pleasure to have you around

destructo- ohh, as early as now I am going to apologize for any VxT that will be uploaded, but it's DxT really all the way! (hides)

SatanicParkofMadness- oh I found an eva artwork on deviantart! It looks exactly like the photo, the artist said, it was molded after Trish. Oh man, i'm kinda worried, have you spoiled yourself with some dmc 4 facts? I'm afraid I may spoil some unconsciously.

Brukaoru- thanks much!

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"Got that right, punk!" Evie sneered, she just loves it when she gets to bully big people around. Dante rolled his eyes, this is one of the sole reasons why he never bring friends home.

"Here" the petite woman handed Trish a little, brown envelop and Evie's face was bright as ever. Amazing how she can change her mood quite abruptly or maybe she's just like that with Trish. Dante thinks so... "for plane tickets, I want you guys outta here as soon as possible"

"mmkay.." Trish nodded, placing the envelop on the center table in front of her. She was feeling a little bit strange, too much flattery. She was never appreciated before, she never thought her resemblance would be appreciated by, of all people Dante's aunt.

"I'll explain everything to Auntie, All you gotta do is do the act and then everybody is happy" Evie said to Dante, making sure all her stuffs are in the bag.

"You're really into this are you?" Dante scoffed in disbelief specially with the way his aunt is acting, like a total kid.

"Of course! It's not everyday your nephew gets married" she answered

Trish jumped to her feet, "I beg your pardon?" she was hoping Evie would specify it with every statement. It's part of their job.

"Or not" Evie laughed, "Don't worry, you.." Evie approached Trish and held her chin gently since she couldn't reach her cheek, "Oh... Auntie is just gonna love you, I can almost see it" and her heart was filled with once more with excitement. She thought she was bringing home the bacon.

Trish smiled, but her eyes were very worried, "Thanks" was all she could say right now.

"So.." Evie said with a deep breath, "Everything is all planned out and everything is in order, I guess I should be off now"

"Oh.. geez finally!" Dante remarked sarcastically. He has been waiting for Evie's departure since Trish entered his shop.

Evie laughed "So I'll see you guys, play nice.." and so she left, skipping to her heart's content. humming to the Wedding March, a tune which made the spines of the pair chill.

"Umm nice weather huh?" Dante said, trying to break the ice.

"Yeah, it is.." Trish replied, not at all knowing what to say next. What she wasn't aware of is the fact that Dante is experiencing the same, with the tune of the Wedding March stuck in their heads. Was it a bad omen?

They spent that night... not talking to each other. well, of course they tried to do a casual conversation but it was too uncomfortable and Dante who was wondering why Trish decided to show up all of a sudden was left to contemplate why...

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They were on boards the plane the next day

"Dante" Trish called, something has been bothering her. And she knew she shouldn't be bothered by it at all.. but she was.

"Hm?" Dante responded, browsing through a stack of travel magazines on his lap. Trish sat beside him by the window.

"What's Auntie like?" she asked

"Well" Dante began, wondering what could have roused the sudden interest, "Have you seen The Godfather?"

"Yeah" she answered, looking at Dante and listening to him attentively, something she never did on a casual day like this.

"She's kinda like the godfather only she's the godmother, or the grandmother in my case"

Trish rolled her eyes, She never should have listened to that. "So you're telling me your grandmother is the head of an Italian mob?" she said, completely unsatisfied with Dante's answer.

"As long as I get to be Michael Corleone then why not?" he snickered.

Trish pushed him by the shoulder playfully "I'm serious!" she whined.

Dante closed the magazine, only to realize it was upside down. He never really was reading, he was just pretending to be busy. "Why the sudden curiosity?" he asked, looking at Trish with his clear, gray eyes..

Trish hesitated, as she stared at her hands, placed elegantly on her lap. Dante followed her movement, also due to the fact that her lap was bare since she decided to wear a red mini skirt. She started fiddling with her slender fingers. "What if she didn't like me?"

Dante forced himself not to show any reactions that would trigger Trish's girl mode on. "She'll love you Trish" he assured. And he has never been this sure of it as he met her eyes sincerely "Yeah, she'll love you" It was then he took Trish's hand and noticed a ring on her finger. "What's this?" he asked.

"A ring" Trish answered, Dante studied the the silver ring with a lovely pink stone. "From whom?" he asked, letting go of her hand and looking at her. He never really showed that he give a damn to any of Trish's admirers back then. And yes, she garnered quite a few.. try quite a lot. Those guys learned their lesson whenever Trish is not around.

"From me" Trish replied. "My Christmas gift to myself" she said proudly. The saddest Christmas of her life, the one she didn't spent with her partner. .

"Well" Dante took something out from his back pocket, then he took Trish's hand again, "You won't be needing that" he said as he started taking her ring off.

"What are you doing?" Trish fussed as she tried to pull her hand but Dante wouldn't let go, "Ouch!" she complained, "Let go!"

"Keep it down" Dante hushed. Trish felt her hands getting numb from Dante's firm grip. After which she felt was a slight pain on her finger as Dante forced her ring off.

Finally, Trish felt her hand again when Dante let her go , "Stick to the plan, we got married in Vegas" he was just kidding of course.

"Vegas?" Trish complained not exactly her dream wedding "what happened to the garden wedding!", but then she noticed the new ring on her finger. It was white gold and she's very familiar with the difference between white gold and silver. With small, sparkling diamonds encircling it. Dante tossed her old, silver ring in the air which she instantly caught. "It's pretty" she said admiring the ring

"Yeah?" Dante said, avoiding Trish's eyes and pretending he was looking for something at the back "Wait, you were saying Garden what?" though he heard it right, garden wedding.

"nothing" Trish smiled, eyes bashfully looking down at the ring. "What are you looking for?" Trish noticed Dante was looking for something or someone, she wanted him to focus, it's not everyday he gives her a ring, or lends her one, she has some questions and she wants answers. That's Dante's idea of girl mode. when chicks talk about feelings. Oh what would be left of his dignity if he even engage himself with these kind of things.

"The plane babes of course!" Dante answered.

"Tch" Trish scorned, "I can't believe it! and you just got married!"

Dante found that he got Trish off the subject regarding the ring, so it was safe to look at her now. "Whoa babe, you getting jealous or something?" he teased, "You know I always have a special place for you in my heart"

"No" Trish answered. Two can play the game, she thought. "So I guess it would be okay for me to hook up with that guy" Trish turned to the man on the furthest side of the plane. Trish smiled at him teasingly. So Dante looked over and sure enough the guy was checking Trish out, with his nifty Gucci suit. The man's eyes were still on Trish, but not for long as Dante caught his attention with his middle finger.

He laughed to himself as he sat back comfortably, "Hey!" Trish said, "That was rude"

"He was checking you out!" he reasoned, "Its a guy thing Trish, you wouldn't understand"

She pouted, maybe it's human thing. If that is so,then she wouldn't understand.

"Dante?" Trish called again. But this time, the way she said his name was soft and caring. He should brace himself with all the loving wrath of a woman. Oh hell...

"Hm?" Trish could hear Dante's loud music through his earplugs.

"How were you doing while I was gone?" she asked, it was something she really wanted to know. A thing she wasn't able to know because when she got there, Evie made sure they got busy.

He paused, he wasn't expecting that question. He looked over his partner. Her chin cupped with her hand, looking over the nostalgic clear blue skies. And they were in a plane too.

How was he while she was away? He was miserable, he was missed her like hell, he didn't know what to say. He would never admit it of course, how much he needed her there.. with him.Always. "It was boring" he answered.

He heard Trish mumble something unheard of and folded her arms over her chest. So he turned the volume up and the flight has been quiet all throughout. He didn't have a damn clue why Trish suddenly gave him the cold shoulder.

Valerio Catullo Airport was jam packed with busybody people as Dante tugged Trish along the jostle of crowd. It was not like him to be holding her in such a protective manner, they are aware of the fact that Trish is someone who doesn't need protection, of all things. But now that they are married, even under false pretenses, maybe some exemptions can be made.

Dante was searching for a familiar place in the crowd. "Where are we going?" Trish asked him, and to their surprise a man came up from behind.

"Young Sir" he greeted. The couple looked back and saw a man, in his fifties Trish guessed. He was wearing a black, leather jacket and dark gray pants. And despite the thinning and graying of his hair, he was still handsome, a glint of his youth evident in the sparkle of his eyes. "Young Miss" he greeted Trish.

"Good to see you again" said Dante grinning at an old friend.

"Welcome back" the elderly man said with a warm smile, "and you.." he turned to Trish, "will be a lovely addition to the family portrait" his voice was husky and warm. It reminded her of corn husks and honey.

Trish nodded awkwardly, "Thanks" she muttered. There was something about that man, not a regular butler for sure.

With a nod of response the man led them the way. Dante's hand however, slipped a little lower from her waist. It was a good thing, for Trish at least, that they were following the man from behind, because then she took his hands off her waist and shoved him right up the wall

"Your first time to Italy Young Miss?" the old man said, looking at his wristwatch.

"Yeah it is" Trish replied, still glaring at Dante, "you touch me again and I swear I'll give it to you bad" she mouthed at Dante.

Dante's grin was, as always mischievous. "Give it to me baby!" he mouthed back. They used to do this all the time, Trish and Dante. And Trish never was the good sport. Who would be if Dante can be such an ass at times...most of the time

"Good, good" the old man said, looking at the two behind his shoulder as they walk, at which Dante pulled Trish again to his side. The couple smiled at him, and after that Trish left Dante a small shock of electricity to keep his hands off her. He shook his hands in pain, biting his lip as he walked. "there's more from where that came from" she hissed.

The elderly man smiled, eyes looking ahead, paying no mind at all, to the pair's behavior. After all, they are just newly weds and they are still young, so very young. Specially the bride.

"How were things here?" Dante asked, The old man opened the door of a sleek black Benz for them

"Same old, same old" He replied, beaming at Trish as she slid in with Dante.

"I haven't introduced myself yet" settling himself in the driver's seat. "Benedict Curcci" he said from the rear view mirror. "former secret service, former senior CIA, head of OMSN and I drive and do security for the Madame Isabella Carieli" he purred the engine to life and headed towards the highway.

"Oh." Trish said, her instincts were right, the commanding yet gentle presence of the man was hard to ignore, "What's OMSN?" Trish figured Madame Isabella is none other than Auntie.

"Organization Museum Security Network" Dante answered, his lip pulled up in a grin. "we call him Ben" he murmured to Trish as he turned to the old man. "you're such a show off" he chuckled.

"It's not everyday I meet a beautiful young woman, let the old man have his fun" Ben replied with a crackled smile and warm eyes. "You're looking a lot like your father" he observed

"What? I'm not that old" Dante protested, trying to humor them. He caught sight of Trish, feeling a bit pensive.

Ben was about to say something witty when he threw a glance at the couple seated at the beck and noticed how they were edging to their seats. Dante was looking over his wife perhaps thinking of a way to approach her. Ben guessed that perhaps a misunderstanding came between them earlier. The red light halted the smooth sailing of the Benz.

Ben cleared his throat to catch the couple's attention as he dug though the compartments of the car. He was very successful as he pulled out a device with thin wires, "I shall be listening to this.. unnecessary device your Aunt Evelyn has given for my last birthday" he dangled a little black player with his right hand, He was a man of both wisdom and wit, but mostly wisdom. "probably to some song I'd swear you kids won't hear now a days" he chuckled as he plugged the earphones in. "So if you need me, you'll have to tap me on my shoulders for I cannot hear you" and with that the pair smiled at him as a song they'd swear they never heard before started playing in the background.

"He knows" Trish looked at Dante. The lights have turned green.

"No, he's just like that.. just that" Dante explained, trying to toughen himself up, "we're married remember?" he looked at her, sitting at the very edge of the bench seat.

"Oh" Trish inched closer to Dante so that he was able to wrap his arms around her shoulders."Sorry" she whispered.

"I'm not contagious" Dante whispered back.

Ben glanced at the two once more, and finally seeing them together, he smiled. It was pretty ironic, he has seen this before..a long time ago. Only it were Eva and Sparda.

Trish felt Dante toying with the tips of her hair, tickling her arms. And he was mindlessly singing to himself, it was so low that Trish couldn't quite make out to what song he was singing to.

"Dante" she called. He turned to her, he didn't respond but his eyes did, waiting for her statement. "how long are we gonna be like this?" she asked, They've never sat this close before and it felt really good. It was comfortable, strange enough, it was like they've been doing this for a longest time.

Dante chuckled, "As long as it takes" and he leaned over to kiss her neck. It was his privilege, one of the many in fact. To kiss her, to hold her, to touch her with the best excuse in the world. Even under false pretenses. He's her husband

"Stop it" she hissed, pushing him lightly

"Why so grumpy, we're married" he was having fun, so this was her weakness, it was like he discovered a top secret recipe.

"not here!" she glowered, it was hard to tell if she was redding because of a blush or because of fury, maybe even both.

"Fine, I can wait" and so he gently pushed her head to rest on his chest, "you need your rest" he mused.

Trish was about to give him some pain but sighed upon seeing Ben who was still checking on them every now and then. "I'll get you for this" she gritted as she submitted herself in his arms and the warmth of his chest.

The ride has been smooth and fast, with Trish peering through the windows, looking at the landmarks they passed by. And it was just a good thirty minute or so when the automobile decelerated then stopped.

"We're here" Ben announced, taking the plugs off. And Trish finally freed herself from Dante's arms, not that she didn't liked it, but it was too early to admit she did. He got out of the car which was parked on the side of a narrow street, clearly for parking space only, to give the couple some time to prepare themselves.

Dante let out a deep breath and was about to get off when Trish firmly held his wrist and pulled him back, "Do I look okay?" she asked him. He chuckled and was about to say something really funny when he noticed.. she does look different. A whole lot different from when he first saw her, a whole lot different from when she used to his partner.

Gone was the death pale color of skin, or the hollows underneath her eyes. And all that was left of her was the warmth. The rays of the sun landing delicately on her fair skin, giving her hair, a faint, ephemeral glow. But her eyes which were, as always clear and sapphire blue with sincerity, or her lips pulled down adorably. So instead of saying something that would infuriate her, he just gave her a nod, not even realizing he was already gawking at her.

Maybe it did her good... when she stopped being his partner

"What's wrong?" she tilted her head to the side. Her face so innocent, so deceiving.

"Nothin'" he mumbled, shaking his head slowly. He inhaled an air full, "So you ready?" he asked her, trying to cover up the fact that he almost drooled over her.

Before Trish could even reply, she saw Evie coming. So closed her eyes shut as the car started shaking.

"What took you so long?" Evie bellowed from the outside. "I told you ASAP" she opened the door. She's even smaller than Trish would have imagined, wearing a tight fitting corporate dress, her thin arms and her exquisite face. She pulled Dante by his shoulder, "OUT" she commanded, Dante really have to give Evie some props for trying to pull him out. Of course in the real world Evie won't even be capable of raising his arm.

After Dante got out, Evie slid in with Trish and she closed the door to keep Dante from hearing what they were going to talk about. He was very dismayed, "chicks.." he groaned.

"Well you know women, you can never grow too fond of them, but eventually you do" said Ben who was standing straight, hands clasped on his back.

Dante laughed, "Can't argue wit that" he said as he leaned his forearm on the window. He saw Trish nodding, just nodding while Evie was saying something fast, very unreadable.

Then without looking Evie pushed the door open and bumped Dante on his forehead, "Aw" he groaned, Evie got out, "Oh dearie, I'm sorry" she said, "That's your fault you were listening"

"No I wasn't" he groaned, gently massaging that portion in his eyebrows where he got hit. Trish got out gracefully, examining the little red spot on her partner-- husband's forehead.

Evie raced to the steps, "Stop being such a baby, you're a married man"she protested with the clacking sound of her high heels.

"Stop rubbing it in, Man!" Dante breathed. Trish took his arm as they walked, "What did she tell you?" Dante leaned over as he whispered.

"She told me..something about me" Trish answered, feeling nervous and hesitant.

"What do you mean?" he asked, taking Trish up the steps.

"You'll see" and she stared up at the Venetian house. The small brown gates were already opened for them, thanks to Evie. It was a big house but it was very cozy and straight out rectangular. It was also lined with several houses, all with really bold and strange colors.. Trish could see the Gothic influence with the architecture. Like the huge, intricate venetian windows. There were also several balconies with flowers draping on the sides. It looked like a mocha cake, complete with white icings, due to the white detailed linings on the the windows, and the balcony, and the stained glass door. it was very quaint but a very beautiful house.

"Wow you live here?" she asked, wondering why there were little flags by the window sill.

"No, never did, but Auntie and Evie does and my mom did too.." it was the first time Trish heard Dante say mom, it was very casual, yet so full of meaning. "Auntie is a treasure, she's a well known writer and artist here so.. as you can see, she's pretty hooked up"

"Oh.." Trish remarked, more reason for her to get jittery. And so she thought why would she feel nervous all of a sudden? it's not like Auntie is going to be her real, grandmother in law. They were already by the stained glass door when she gripped Dante's arms once more with both hands. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea"

Dante laughed, "Cute.. but too late babe" he said as he pushed the door open. Little did they know that Ben was actually following them closely behind. And Dante actually finds it amusing up to now, Trish could still be a bag full of surprises for him. Sure at times they act like kids for the laugh, but this wasn't a laughing matter and indeed Trish is sort of acting funny, she would never grip his arm like this.. normally she wouldn't. But he might get used to it, he wouldn't mind.

"did you seriously call me cute?" Trish glared at him. Trish would rather be dead, than be cute.

They could clearly hear Evie's laughter and a couple of women speaking Italian. "I don't speak Italian" she hissed as they turned to another room, with the salmon colored walls.

"You don't?" Dante asked, he figured Trish would know how to speak his native tongue.

"No" she frowned, "Mundus didn't tell me you're Italian!" it was a joke.

"Well now you know, I'm half demon, half Italian" and so she rolled her eyes and thought she can never beat Dante at being funny.

Ben noticed, since he was walking behind Trish and Dante, that the two were rather.. slowing in pace, anxious perhaps. "Don't keep lunch waiting now" Ben said from behind. Trish was startled, how long was he there?

Dante took Trish by her waist, that's the third time this day, tugging her close. The nostalgia of that house was sweeping over him, the childhood memories.. too vague remember. And he know precisely where to go, the dining area where Trish caught sight of three women, one of which she recognized to be Evie.

"Here goes nothing" Dante mumbled as he approached the table. "Auntie.." he greeted the elderly woman, seated at the head of the chair, "Dante?..il mio nipote caro!" (my darling grandson). She cried as she held Dante's cheek with the loving eyes of a mother.

"yep, it's me" he replied, his voice was deep and mature to Trish's amazement. He could never be too happy to see her, maybe he missed them. He's been away for such a long time, too long in fact.

"You look so much like your father" Auntie admired, "Such a handsome young man".

Evie was all smiles and so was the other woman in that pale green on the other end of the table.

"Where is she?" Auntie asked without any moment's hesitation, excitement filled her tiny hazel eyes.

And so he gently pushed the small of her back and presented his wife proudly. Auntie, though her face was wrinkled was still beautiful. Her skin was pale with small, sparkling, hazel eyes and beautiful lips that never cease to smile.

She took her tiny specs off the collar of her lavender attire and placed it on the bridge of her nose. Then with soft hands, she took Trish's face, Trish leaned over so that Auntie could look at her closely.

Give Trish a super giant demon and she'll take it down, No Fear. But this kindly old woman, made her nervous like hell

"l'OH mio!" (Oh My) Auntie cried taking Trish's cheeks with her soft, gentle hands. Beads or tears forming at the edge of her loving eyes, "You remind me so much of my Eva" she said with thick Italian accent. And Trish didn't know whether it was a good thing. But Auntie seems happy as she turned to Dante, "รจ molto bella!" (she is very beautiful).

"I know Auntie" he replied, a sense of pride swelling in his insides.

"Grazie" Trish smiled thoughtfully, she was aware of five Italian words: grazie, ciao, arivideci, pasta, pizza.

Auntie smiled at Trish with such fondness as she kissed the young woman's forehead, "Thank you my darling, thank you for picking our family to join with yours!" and it was painful for the old woman to let Trish go. Much more painful for Trish admit that, that she doesn't have a family. That Dante was the closest thing to a family.. well not entirely, there is another one.

This was a bad idea, Trish thought. she's so nice! too nice!

And Evie felt another accomplishment, followed by a sigh of relief.

"venga sedere al lato di me il mio tesoro?"(would you care to sit with me) Auntie said to Trish.

Trish looked at Evie with pleading eyes, she can't handle that phrase.

"Mama" Evie explained, "I am afraid out dear Trish still hasn't learned the language"

Auntie flushed, "Oh, of course, of course" she said, "forgive me, I was carried away" she laughed, and everyone did as they settled for lunch.

AN

kei school's out. Grieving is over, due to (naruto manga)

Boring chapter? sorry you guys..

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The thing with red and black (not important, gibberish)

i was watching mortal kombat movie on youtube, i don;t know if you guys have seen that movie, but i thought it was awesome and my favorite is Kitana. And I was like, whoa, Kitana's outfit is almost like Trish's. And then came Mileena. In the game, Kitana would have something blue on her outfit and her clone/twin Mileena would wear something red. Which was kinda weird since the one wearing red usually is the good guy (like Dante and Miyaka from fushigi yugi andYui was the one in blue)

And so There I was watching this show Gossip Girl and my idea of a real Trish is the actress who plays Serena (Blake Lively) coz the body and the face... and the one playing Blair ain't a bad Lady either. And there was this episode, wherein they were both wearing similar outfits only Serena is wearing red and Blair is wearing blue. and I was like wow, it's like seeing a younger, real version of Trish and Lady.. lol

Color coordinated characters are such delight. as for me i love red and black together.. red and black should always be together.