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SatanicParkofMadness- I was just googling for Dante Trish fanarts when I stumbled over it. Try googling for Kotaku Gaming top five love stories. Umm. Here you go Vergil and Lady. XDD. I noticed I can never escape you, you have this thing for guessing the parts, I have yet to reveal. lol, that's really cool. It's like you know what's going to happen already! XDD

CurryChicken- yes! Amen to that!!

Dante's blade- yeah, lots of free time. Thanks much! XD, might be the last one though.

WhatDoYouMeanI'mDrunk- lol!! You're really funny! XD, c'mon not all guys are pigs... I guess. Lol but Dante can be a pig sometimes oh menn..

ChaoticAngel- yeah I figured, all their names are Italian so there! Thanks much, I do hope there would be more DxT fics.

Brukaoru- I know, I wish they'd formalize Dante x Trish. I think they really created Trish for Dante's lead, but due to Lady's fanbase.. T.T

Destructo888- yeah and it kinda feels different coz, I got so used to Dante fics, but now there are Nero Kyrie fics in here, new pairs XDD. I wonder if they'd do like Dante Gloria lol.

Angelforver-thanks much!!

It was the best the sleep Trish has ever had; come to think of it, it was the only complete sleep Trish has ever had. She woke up with a very content yawn as she ran her slender fingers through her tangled hair, followed by a nice smile. She immersed herself from her slumber, thinking what her plans are for today. Then she realized, she was not the free and independent woman she used to be for the past weeks. And she, in fact is a married woman... such horror.

She shook her head; she never regrets her decision at least. She spread the blanket properly over the cushions and evened out her floral-print comforter. After the beddings were done, she fluffed her pillows. Another accomplishment, she thought to herself. Like fixing one's bed happened to be an arduous task. But she was never the homemaker. A fact, like many others in this story, that will bring about some minor complications with regards to the life of a not so married couple. Like another sad fact, she can't cook, try as she might. The stove, the oven and the spatula would never give her a chance. Or another one, she can't wash her clothes. Well she can, if she gives herself another chance. But the trauma… it was hard to forget what became of her nice, black, minidress after she immersed it from a basin of bleach, which she thought was fabric conditioner. After that incident, she became a regular in the Dry Cleaners. She ran her hands through her abdomen, the perfect tone, even without the workout. She admired the intricate, laced work of the lingerie. As promised, her wardrobe was indeed a wonderland, her closet was huge and everything in it belongs to her.

Her room was a blissful break from all the previous ones she's had. It was spacious and bright..ugh.. except for the bright part. Her windows were large and heavily curtained and to her delight, she too owns a small balcony with bright red orchids draping on the sides. Her bed was too large for her and she finds it really uncomfortable, when there is too much room, so she tried to spread her limbs as much possible to occupy every bit of it. At the end of her bed is a bench type loveseat that has drawers underneath, her favorite furniture to say the least. And on every surface of her room was either a fussy looking display or a floral vase. To sum it up, it was the best room she's been into, she thought the pale yellow walls were nice.

And so, she walked towards another elaborately designed door leading to the bathroom. It was every girl's fantasy to have a bathroom this large. It was like the ones you see on Better Living magazines. With an octagon shaped tub, shower quarters, not to mention the sink which was shaped into the likeness of a beautiful shell. She was wondering what she's going to do with all these room. She was about to take her lingerie off when Dante entered.

He was innocently scratching his head, still sleepy, then he saw Trish—in a black lingerie, "Whoa" and suddenly he was wide awake, "Nice" he was nodding his head in approval, what a way to start the morning. The only thing missing now, was the black wings. Thank You Evie he thought. For the cute, tiny things in her wardrobe.

She immediately tried to cover herself up with a huge towel, "What are you doing here?" she hissed. Thinking to herself that if it hadn't been a moment too soon Dante might have seen a glimpse of Victoria's secret.

He pointed to the door behind him. It was identical to her door. Only, it was his door to the bathroom. "Are you seriously trying to cover yourself from me?" he asked, "I mean we both know I've seen you more naked than that"

Trish groaned, no wonder it's such a big bathroom, it was for the both of them. She paused when she realized, "What the.." she took her hubby by his arm and pulled him to his room. Dante found another opportunity to crack another joke, "Babe, don't you think it's a bit early for this?"

"Don't you babe me!" she snarled as she studied his room. And his room was just like hers—except the color. It was the color of red wine, but aside from that, the bed, the loveseat, the arrangement of the furnitures was just like hers. She exited through his door and saw that they both share a common room.

"I can't believe this!" she fired, realizing that their rooms were connected not only by one common room but worst, one bathroom.

"Yeah, me too" he smirked, apparently having a good time drinking her in, it's not everyday she walked across his room in a short towel. She turned to him realizing that her partner was a little, preoccupied with her legs. And you can't blame the man, he's just a man, and those are very very attractive legs. Just like how he wants them: long, slender.. smooth. "I mean our rooms" she elaborated, catching Dante's attention.

"Oh, that" he replied, "Well, you did ask for two bedrooms, you didn't ask for two bathrooms" and sometimes he could just thank Evie for being so clever. He walked back to the bathroom, followed by Trish.

"You wanna shower together?" he asked her casually, if it would be possible for Trish to burst like a balloon, she could have already did so.

"No!" her eyes narrowed, sometimes it just amazes her. She wondered if he'd ask any random girl out for sex too, in this, disturbingly casual, there's nothing wrong with it manner. "I got here first!" she protested

"Your point?" he raised his eyebrows. Trish didn't fail to notice how.. Hot he really is, with bare abs out for display. The way the garters of his pants fittingly hug his hips, if those garters will be just a little bit lower….What am I thinking?!

And so she shook her head from thinking any further.

"I take a bath first" she swallowed, wondering if Date could read minds, because if he does, she'd be in deep trouble, there was no excuse for what she was thinking earlier.

"You take the tub, I take the shower, if you're so greedy about sharing" he made it sound like a fair offer.

"No" she scowled, still couldn't get over the fact that she was, indeed attracted to him—physically, of all forms of attraction.

"You take the shower, I take the tub then" he thought he was being quite generous about it. "Is the shower glass frosted?" he smirked; a full view of Trish taking a bath is kind of cool.

"Arghh" she grumbled, "How bout you wait outside" playfully pushing him out and into his room, "and I take a shower" she smiled as she shut the door close and locking it.

She sighed, she could only imagine how long they'd be like this, battle for the bathroom.. God help her from pulling all her hair out.

She could hear him laughing outside, "I hate you" she cried, she hates this about him, 6 foot 4 of pure guy evil.

"C'mon Trish" he chuckled, "What's not to love about me, I'm adorable!"

With a roll of her eyes, she shook her head. Some things will never change. Dante realized that his door to the bathroom may be locked. But her door isn't, and so he creeped into her room and God knows what will happen next.

xoxox

"So it is true" she said, taking the barstool right beside the silver haired man. "You are alive"

He didn't look up; it was as if he hadn't noticed her there.

Miles away from Italy is an old fashioned pub. The crowd was not at all that large, just some several people playing pool and the aroma of coffee and cigarette was far stronger than that of alcohol.

"You followed me" it was a cold statement, that's very like him. He had his elbows leaning on the grained surface.

"The usual" Lady said to the bartender, the bartender politely attended to the woman's order.

"Not really" she focused her attention back to him. "I was just passing by when I recognized a familiar face that's all" the small television on the corner of the room showed the local news. The volume was down so low that the buzzing sound of the reporter was in the background.

She studied him; he has matured quite a lot, being the older of the twins. He wasn't looking at her and instead he was playing with his phone, mindlessly twirling it with his thumb and forefinger. It was very impossible to start a conversation with him, not just for Lady but practically for everyone in the living, breathing world. He's Vergil, that's a reason enough.

"I suppose you already know the news?" he hates to talk about it and of all people to Lady.

She turned to him, did she hear that right, "Vergil Sparda starting an actual conversation?" she mocked lightly, taking in her drink.

"I figured you'd be interested" he replied, he held the phone with his right hand and flipped it open, then he ran his thumb on the even surface of the keypad. Motorola RAZR 2.

"What news?" she inquired, something she doesn't know about. That's interesting.

"They got married and moved to Italy" he said it fast, like he was gonna throw up if he didn't.

"What?" she didn't quite got the gist of it, so she turned to him and tried to make a sense out of what he just said.

Vergil sighed, he didn't want to repeat, he didn't even want to think about it. It was just a phone call after all. A phone call from his aunt that led him to this nasty, old bar, trying to see— No, more like to prove if one could forget about the whole thing by drinking. "Dante and Trish" he emphasized, pronouncing the words slow and elaborate. Lady could see his jaws were rigid as he did so, "got married and moved to Italy"

For a moment, they were both silent. Then Lady started giggling, "you can't be serious" she shook her head. Perhaps she had forgotten that she was talking to Vergil, a man who is always serious, and maybe she was just a little bit thirsty, that's why she consumed the margarita with just one drinking.

He didn't respond. Lady tried to think straight, to analyze.. Trish and Dante flirting is something she was used to, it's nothing new, flirting—that's all, but married?! "That's impossible" she remarked shaking her head, calling off the bartender for another shot.

"That's what I thought" Vergil said, "Dante not really the committed type" and so he drunk his shot glass and with a thud, it landed heavily on the wood grain surface with his fist clenched.

He got married? It was almost ridiculous to Lady, first he'll never get married without telling her, and second he'll never get married… not to some, to some Trish. She was brainstorming, Trish got back? Since when? Dante and Vergil?. Lady was not at all good with emotions. And most of the times she'd rush off without thinking, following her heart. "But he just met her" she muttered circling the olive on her light colored drink.

Vergil looked at her over his shoulder, "You're trying to say?"

"Where in Italy?" Lady asked

"Verona" Vergil answered, another shot.

"The site of Romeo and Juliet, do you know the whole story? It's quite interesting" said Lady as she looked up at the television, she love tragedies. She made an in depth study about it when she was still a student.

"Aside from the fact that they died from stupidity? No, amuse me" Though he found Macbeth to be a very interesting tale from Shakespeare, he still prefers Poe. Another shot of threes were laid out in front of him.

"Romeo's first love is Rosaline" Lady said, "He was irrevocably in love with her, they were supposed to get married" she smiled, she was choosing her words carefully, careful not to slip. "He just met Juliet at a party, a party where he was supposed to meet Rosaline"

And Vergil could almost sense what Lady was trying to say, maybe it was a bad idea to tell her about the news after all.

"Then he falls in love with Juliet and totally forgot about Rosaline" Lady looked at Vergil, surprised to see he's actually listening. "Then they both end up dying" she laughed. But it was a laughter that didn't quite reached her eyes, as her expression twisted into a something with a little more regret. "If he had chosen to stay with Rosaline, maybe he never could have died, don't you think?"

It has been nine long years since Temen Ni Gru. But to Lady, everything seemed just like yesterday. They were merely kids back then, the three of them. And she just got out of high school.

Vergil closed his eyes with a deep sigh as he let the burning sensation of the alcohol linger down his throat. "If Rosaline didn't gave Romeo up then maybe Romeo could have never pursued Juliet, I'm sure Juliet would be better off without a bad influence Romeo around" he said.

Lady laughed, "Let me think of a character for you" she appreciated the fact that Vergil rode along with the story. But it made her wonder, why was he concerned with Juliet—erm, Trish.

"Don't"

"You're going?" Lady asked him, her eyes on Vergil as he stood up, taking out a nice leather wallet.

"They wanted a reunion, do I have a choice?"

"Who are they?" Lady asked, hoping she'll get more out of Vergil. After all she was just waiting..waiting for him to get serious. She thought Dante was the only constant thing in her life and he'd be there. Women will come and go, but she was the first Lady and therefore, compared to others, there's no comparison.

"Family.."

She knew Vergil wasn't the type to give out information, but she needs to know. Vergil was right about Rosaline, it's not too late to put things back to where it should be. Romeo and Rosaline, She thought it was a better title too.

"Look" Lady glared at him, "He adored for nine goddamned years! And I am not gonna loose him to some blonde ditz he met at a party!" And so, like a true gentleman, he left a bill on the wooden surface, big enough to cover for Lady's drinks. She forgot Romeo met Juliet at a party, not Dante.

"Do what you want" he said, he's had enough drink for the night, he left a card on the table. As he was about to exit the shop, he paused, "He adored you for five" he corrected, "He has been adoring her for 3, and still counting", it was something he really hated to admit. Specially now that, after all those years they would all meet again.

"We'll see" Lady said, she knows what she wants, but for the mean time, she knows what she needs—a pedicure.

And where would a troubled woman be if she needed some free thinking? The Salon of course.

"He went off with a younger woman!" Lady complained and every woman in the salon was sympathizing for her, and she wanted to say, she's not even human. She hates it, the fact that she is human and Trish is not. It made her feel, made her feel—normal. Ugh.

Lady sat as a plump, streetwise woman with red, curly hair tended to her toenails. "And what's this woman like?" she asked, chewing a gum. She's heard dilemmas like this alright, from several women, from all walks of life.

"You know..." Lady scoffed, "Typical, blonde, leggy, blue eyes.." like it were some things that would make a woman ugly.

"The perfect girl huh?" said the red-haired woman.

"Exacty!" Lady beamed. Finally, somebody understood her, "and the thing about it" she began, "There is nothing wrong with her, she is irritatingly perfect you know? It's annoying as shit, the fact that— there is nothing annoying about her perfection! God, if I didn't hate her, I'd adore her!"

"Ugh!" the red headed woman remarked, "tough competition"

"Yeah and he like, just met her!" Lady said incredulously.

"I don't know bout you honey, but if I was as hot as you, I'll steal the woman's fella right on" said the woman who was having a perm. The other customers all agreed with her.

Lady had been thinking about it, how long were they together? Like 5 seconds? But she knows Dante; she knows him longer than any woman has.

"You're right" she said, realization sweeping over her. "My whole happiness is on the line, I have to be ruthless"

AN

Lol my best friend's wedding (grin)

Trish was thinking it XDD. Nooo Lady is not a bitch, she's just having a bitch fit, I mean, I think I'd be like that too if I'm in her shoes.

The title First Lady not just refers to Lady being first, but also to Trish, the legitimate wife of a chief.

Hey!! I can now defend Dante and his childishness! Fact- a guys' maturity age is 3 to 5 years behind his real age. So if Dante is 28, that means his maturity will be that of someone 23-25 yrs..

Hey I didn't mean to state that in a weird, creepy sexist kind of way.. I actually think it's kinda cute XDD