Destructo- waaaa, so much for getting praised for the updates, sorry bout that. And sorry for this chapter too! You'll see (hides away)
Brukaoru- I am so against it! I have loyalty issues with the four of them.
WhatDoYouMeanI'mDrunk- hahaha I love this 'ftw?!' I'll keep that in mind, I learned it from you lol. Nweize aww, that's sweet of you, there Dante has his own scene with some ice cream. Now you're alike. Lol and women will walk all over the both of you kidding! (peace sign)
SatanicParkofMadness- yey, you saw it?! See I told you, she sucks, that novel sucks like dmc2. Then again, what if Dante is the president? omg, wtf, what more three letter expressions can we think of? Lol. There, I made it extra lengthy for you and currychicken too
DevilRebel- thanks I'll try my best
AngelForver- thanks it will get troublesome too
EricDraven- hey thanks! I didn't know there is an Aerosmith edition, I checked it out, she used to look like Trish, now she reminds me of Dante with her platinum hair. Lol
ChaoticAngel- highfive! Me too!!
CurryChicken- omg!! I knew it! We're like sisters!! I'm glad you saw the movie!! It was so funny! I just love George!! Lol no you know me, I don't like short DxT fics too.
MichaelTheArchAngel- wow cool name! thanks I'll do my best.
Dante's blade- aww thanks, I can't quit right now, I'm still on strike (keeps writing)
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"Dante?" Trish called innocently as she peered inside his room. He was sitting on his bed with his boot up, wearing a nice white shirt. The maroon sheets were all messed up and there were pillows scattered on the floor.
"What do you want now?" He asked, feeling a little bit annoyed because Trish was hell of a lot smarter than he think. No, not smart, she's clever. And so he ended up waiting for her to finish up in the bathroom. It almost took forever; it would be one of the mysteries he'll never get to solve. Why chicks can manage to stay in the bathroom for hours!. In Trish's case, four hours!
"Why are you so grumpy?" she entered his room, fully garbed with the clothes provided for her by Evie. "Are you still mad about the bathroom thing?" she placed a hand on her hip. "I got there first, dibs right?"
Dante looked up, for a moment; he was a bit surprised to see Trish. Other than her nice, black outfit, she was wearing really nice clothes. But he thought it didn't matter. Since everything she wears almost seem to fit her like a glove, it almost seem like these kind of clothes were made for her. Did she just say dibs?
"Well" he said, sitting up properly, the carpeted floor prevented his boots from making any sound after landing heavily. "For a wife, you're not very convincing" he said, he was just trying to tease her again. Well, maybe it was half meant since he thought this would be a good chance for him to get closer to her in some way. But he can't, not with all her barriers around, higher and stronger than ever.
Trish opened her mouth with disbelief, "C'mon we're just pretending" she replied. The pretend thing is the one reason that is really eating her out. She knows she had this tendency to get carried away. She just doesn't want to submit to the whole fake idea of Dante and her as a married couple. She might end up getting a wrong message, or she might give him a wrong message and it will just be catastrophe afterwards. Feelings… that one thing they both sucked at and she's very aware of that.
Dante groaned as he pulled Trish to sit beside him. "Look" he began, calmer now. "I don't think we have to hold back anymore, after all we're officially married to their eyes"
"But we're not" Trish replied, almost like it was problem.
"But we will be" he assured. "So right now, let's just be" he tried to find the right words, "...what they want us to be, you know? Just chill"
Trish pursed her lips to the side, eyes intently studying Dante. Maybe she was just assuming or maybe not. It almost seemed bizarre but it does look like he's asking her to be a good wife, a favor of her to be a good wife.
Dante felt like he's given a bit too much, "It's for Auntie" he followed. trying to reclaim his reputation.
Trish rolled her eyes; there they go again with their feelings. "You're asking me to compromise?"
"Exactly" he said
"I can be a good wife" she stood up and walked away from him and thought of a possible exchange. "If you lay off the drinking" she turned to him with a smile.
"I can do that," said Dante, quite uncertain. Trish knew his tone was a bit dubious.
"So it's settled" Trish placed her hands together in a slight clap, "Till Death do us apart"
"No electricity thing" he reminded, Trish groaned, she was hoping, praying he'll forget about that.
Of course Dante knew she can be a good wife if she wanted to, maybe he should have just bribed her into something. Rather than risking his alcohol consumption. He stood up and walked towards Trish.
They just stood there, looking at each other, roughly just a foot away.
He grinned as he looked at her, she was really... kind of cute.
She didn't like that look, "What?" she asked.
Before she could even ask more, he took her wrist and pulled her outside. "Hey" she complained. She was already having trouble with her tight, wedged heels, what more than to actually try and keep up with Dante's steps.
"Where are we going?" she asked, looking at the marble steps of the stairs to refrain herself from tripping over.
"You'll see" he said as he continued to drag her along. Somehow she was getting used to this dragging thing. And she just let him, she actually likes it or maybe she's really just getting the hang of it.
They were about to go outside when Evie saw them from the parlour, "Dante, Trish" she called.
He looked over, and saw Evie waving at him, asking them to come in. He sighed as he took Trish in a gentler manner and headed towards the parlour
Auntie likes to have tea in there, the parlour is her sanctuary. She does all her recreations here if she's not away. She writes books, knits, and paints she does everything here. But tea is spectacular especially on afternoons like this. He was about to complain to Evie when he recognized the man they were with. It's Vergil.
For a moment, the twins froze, followed by a blank stare. Vergil have just returned, and even though he and his brother weren't in the best of terms, they are still family. And that's the only thing that's keeping them away from tearing each other apart. Aside from the fact that Auntie and Evie are certainly not aware of the tension and the history between the two.
Vergil's eyes shifted to Trish, She smiled back a cheesy grin. It was like seeing a childhood friend. Vergil tugged the corner of his mouth in an attempt to smile back.
"Miei cari" (my dears) Auntie greeted, her smile can light up any day. Trish leaned over to kiss Auntie's forehead. Dante kissed her hand. It was easy for Trish to adapt with her new environment, not to mention to practice the family traditions. "Isn't she just wonderful?' Auntie said to Vergil
"Vergil Trish, Trish Vergil" Evie introduced casually, she knew they've met. Ben was secret service.
"Yeah she is, Auntie" Vergil replied, Dante didn't like that, he didn't think he would like any response from Vergil, especially when they're talking about Trish.
He was well aware of the fact that Trish and Vergil were under Mundus for some time. But he didn't know the details, come to think of it; he kind of wonders how long exactly they were together.
"I was just telling him about you, il mio tesoro" (my darling) Auntie said to Trish.
"About that" Dante disrupted, before he ends up infuriating himself. "Trish and I are going out"
"We are?" she asked.
"Aren't you going to stay for a while?" Auntie said, "See, your brother have just returned" her voice was very thoughtful and her hazel eyes were sincere. Evie was still chatting with Vergil, though Vergil wasn't really as much absorbed, he was thinking of something else.
"Maybe later Auntie, we have plans today" he answered, his voice wasn't playful or cheery. It was plain and discreet, he sounded almost like Vergil.
"Oh, very well then run along you two.." Auntie sighed cheerfully, seeing the two so in love.
Trish noticed that Vergil would glance at her every now and then so she tried to read what he was trying to say. But before she could even get close, Dante was already pulling her away.
He paused as he looked over his shoulder, "Good to see you again" he said to Vergil
"Likewise" the elder twin replied briefly.
Dante nodded and smiled slightly. He was glad Vergil is okay. But he's not glad he's here.
Trish felt Dante's grip on her wrist was starting to hurt as they walked across the room. They heard Evie say something like "They couldn't keep their hands off each other" followed by Auntie's musical laughter.
She was about to complain to him, when she noticed how deadly he looked. He has that look in his eyes again. Most of the times, Dante is an ass. On special occasions, he can be a jerk. But on seldom situations, he can be dead serious. It is when Trish would devote all her time trying to figure out what he's thinking. After all, it's not like him to stay quiet. At times like this, Trish would just let him be and think. After some time she'll ask him if he's okay, and then he'll say he is and after that, everything would be back to normal.
It's not really hard to live with Dante, or maybe she just got the hang of it.
"Dante, where are we going?" she asked. Not at all minding the numbness of her hand.
He realized her voice was soft and he knew there was a certain fear in it. He hates it, but sometimes he knows he frightens her at times. He sighed as he loosened his grip, they were already outside and Ben was very much prepared to take them where ever they wished to go.
Dante took her hand and saw the mark he had left on her slender wrist; he traced it as he slightly shook his head.
"Its okay" said Trish. "I've had worst"
He raised her hand to sooth out the pinkish mark. His eyes met hers, he didn't need to explain why he suddenly had this mood swing, nor did he unconsciously take out his frustrations on her wrist. "I'm sorry" he murmured
"I told you" Trish smiled "its fine"
"We're going to the bazaar" said Dante determined to make up for the damage done, "There's a bunch of cool stuffs in there, we might find something nice"
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The thing with women…
First fact, they can stay up to hours inside a bathroom. Second fact, they can get so obsessed with material things.
The bazaar was located in a brick, narrow alleyway in Piazza Embre, a famous square in Verona. The stalls continue in a long line, leading up to the main square. The crowd was abundant, the sound of bargains, haggles and satisfied customers can be heard through out.
There were tons of weird stuffs for sale too. On one stall, there were these weird-looking ball masks, there were spices, bells, silver wares and carpets and everything one can think of.
Trish's personal favorite was the stall selling antique jewelries; the vendor was a gypsy woman with russet skin and dark hair. Torn between what she wants and what she needs, she browsed through stalls after stalls.
At first, Dante found it amusing, how a single item she'll buy can somehow tell him something about her. What he can't understand is why they'd have to buy, worst—to wear these ridiculous hats and crazy, got blown out of a machine, scarves. Trish had her fun too; it was such a delight to watch Dante haggle in Italian and how she would wind up with freebies for everything she bought. Well, more like everything she asked Dante to buy. She was wondering if she could fake an accident and make it seem like his fault so that he'll take her to Milan.
"Trish, I'm tired" Dante groaned, amidst the sea of people shopping.
Trish looked at him with the same Giordano eyes that he just can't seem to refuse, "We haven't seen that part over there" she protested, pointing at the stall with the Hulk Hogan boas.
Dante sighed, "Fine, I'll be there" he pointed at a near by pub.
"What did I tell you about drinking?" she frowned. For the first time, Dante didn't think of it as mothering, it's more like compromising. But it gave him the chills, the glower in her eyes that meant a big NO.
So Trish left him sitting by the old fashioned street lamp. And he was all good; she bought him strawberry sundae. Even better, gelato.
"That hat suits you" she said to him, it was only then he realized. He was wearing a tall, magician's hat and a purple scarf with blue stars not to mention all the girly things inside the brown paper bag between his knees.
He looked up and saw Lady peering down at him, "What are you doing here?" he continued with his ice cream as he watched Trish at a distant "I already told you, I'll pay you off by the end of the month".
Lady folded her arms, even if she's in a crowd; it's not easy to miss Trish. It was almost painful looking at her, knowing her competition, seeing who she's up against. It's not just about Dante anymore, there are other issues. Like most referred to, most hunts, even the outfits. It's a girl thing.
But somehow Lady knew, after all, it's everywhere! in the movies, in books. How the blondie would get all the hot guys, but in the end it's the plain Jane, who happens to have a darker shade of hair color, who gets that one guy in the end. Maybe it's some rule of something, blonde chick gets it all, but brunette chick wins in the end. Or maybe there are other movies she hasn't seen yet
"So it's true" Lady said, "You got married without inviting me" her tone wasn't mocking or teasing. It was disappointing, sad even. "And to Trish too, that's not a surprise"
Dante hesitated; maybe it was safe to tell Lady the truth. Somehow, something inside him, wanted to clear out that he's not married yet. "No" he replied, "just an act"
Lady smiled to herself, closing her eyes in relief. "I didn't know you two were such good actors, you almost convinced Vergil"
Dante could hear the smile in her voice as he kept a look out on Trish. She was laughing with a vendor as she tried several feathered boas on. "We will get married though"
Lady's expression twisted, her forehead creased, "Why?"
"Family wishes" Dante answered flatly, like it was a reason enough to tie him with Trish.
"And your wishes?" Lady asked.
"One million dollars"
Lady chuckled; there was hope after all. This was the Dante she knew, though something is a bit off. He stood up after consuming his gelato.
"Wanna hang out some time?" Lady asked, she wanted to know if the man had the guts to refuse.
Dante eyed her; she was a lot shorter than Trish. "Are you asking me out?" he smirked, "I think I made it clear to you about me dating women who shoot me in the head"
Lady laughed, "C'mon you look like you needed the talk, for old time's sake"
Dante was waiting for the punch line. But seeing Lady like this, she could never be more sincere. They both share a common history and he respects that a lot. Specially now that it was made clear, that night after Temen Ni Gru, it was only Lady who lost.
"I'll call you" he replied.
He turned to catch up with Trish but she wasn't there anymore, "Shoot" he uttered as he jogged his way to look for his wife.
Right in the middle of The Piazza is a statue of The Great Dante Alighieri. Dante regrets a lot of things, this is one of them. Apparently, he tried to show Trish the man to whom he was named after. The pride and joy of Italy, the greatest writer who ever lived, and an old dude wearing a Santa Hat.
Trish curled herself into a ball, laughing. She laughed so hard that it gave her stomach pains. "Trish this is childish and immature" Dante scolded, trying to redeem himself, though he's pretty much sure that he can't "You have no idea how cool Dante Alighieri is". Trish laughed harder, she was almost crying, she knew sooner or later she'll get to him. She stood back up, biting her lips to keep herself from laughing. She took another look at Dante Alighieri's statue, and then she looked at Dante...
She started laughing again.
Dante groaned, "We're going home, no more Italy for you" he said,
Trish rushed to him, fighting off her laughter. "I'm sorry" she laughed, "It's just that" she tried to speak straight. She has never laughed this hard before, "Just that, you know I thought Dante Alighieri is some gladiator" she tried to gasp for air, she has a point, seeing her Dante, it is very most likely for one to develop a false perception that he'd be named after a famous gladiator or a king. "Like you know, Decimus Maximus Optimus Prime kind of gladiator.."
Dante raised his eyebrows, "Decimus Maximus Optimus Prime?" he repeated.
Trish nodded, "You're named after an old dude with a Santa hat!"and then she started laughing again
Dante bit his lip, glowering at her, "Fine, I'm going to return everything you bought"
"No, No, No" Trish ran after him.
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They got so tired that when they got home, the first thing they did was they slept in their own rooms. Dante was pretty haggard to even green joke around about sleeping together. And so the next day…..
"Where are you going?" Trish whined as she sat on Dante's bed, she watched him get ready for something. She placed her calves on his lap to refrain him from standing up. He was fixing the sleeves of his shirt when he paused to look at Trish.
Italy was a good idea, he thought. It was a cheesy thought but it seemed like everyday, Trish is getting more.. more beautiful. Her hair was on a side ponytail, waves elegantly hanging on the sides, she's gorgeous. The weird thing is, they're getting used to it. The whole together thing. Compromising isn't that much painful as he'd thought it would be.
"What?" she asked consciously as she noticed Dante was staring at her face—not her boobs, with a smile, that's a change. He shook his head slowly, still looking at her with the same, disturbing grin. "There's something on my face" Trish concluded, covering her face with her hands.
Dante placed his hand on her shin, rubbing it gently, she was wearing a red, tie-up doll shoes. "There's nothing on your face" he grinned. It was a known fact that Trish is mature, sexy and seductive. This side of her.. silly and almost child like was hard to get. Maybe he was indeed married to a five year old demon after all, is that illegal? Coz he likes that.
Dante tried to pull her hands off her face, but she restrained. So he let her go and she ended up hitting her face with her hands. Dante laughed out loud and so she pinched him hard
"You did that to yourself!"He chuckled, he gained immunity with her pinches, it doesn't hurt as much.
Trish frowned at him with deep, red lips in an adorable pout, "You're going to let me miss out on all the fun" she mumbled, taking her legs off of Dante's lap.
He smiled at her, "I'll be away to fix some stuffs" he explained, taking Trish by her chin to study her expression, her eyes were looking down, hidden beneath long, curly lashes.
"Look" he said with a very gentle tone, she obeyed. He was taken back; he has never seen her eyes like this before, this close. It was alluring, with the most beautiful shade of blue. "I'll be back soon, after that we'll go somewhere fun" he promised. She didn't say a thing even as he leaned over to kiss her forehead. She quietly watched him go; feeling flushed all of a sudden, the thing is, she wasn't even able to react on it properly.
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"I'll be back soon" she mocked as she walked past the long stretch of the hallway. She was somehow getting used to living here. It's very pleasant and peaceful. God, she missed her guns. Evie might still be preparing for the wedding. Ugh, the thought of it makes her shiver. Auntie must be taking a nap.
So she's here, all by herself, tracing the peach colored wall as she walked.
"Hey, if it isn't Pikachu" she stopped and looked over her shoulders. It was Vergil.
She smiled at the sight of him, pausing as she waited for him to catch up with her. He was wearing a navy blue V neck shirt and black jeans. She, on the other hand was wearing a delicate eyelet dress in pale blue, thanks to Evie and Marc Jacobs. So very different from what they used to wear.
"Stop calling me Pikachu!" she hissed, he used to tease her like that, way way back, before they screwed things up. "What's with you and Pikachu anyway?" she said as he walked with her.
"You mean to say, what's with you and Pikachu" Vergil corrected. He had both of his hands in his back pockets. But every now and then their arms would brush on to each other.
"Well" Vergil began, "You're both yellow, you both have red cheeks and you both have Pikachu powers"
They walked slow, not really sure where they're headed. "I am not yellow" Trish pushed him playfully, "and my cheeks aren't red! And I most certainly do not.." upon realization and with enough knowledge about pokemon, she omitted the last word, "Shit, I do have Pikachu powers"
"Told you so" Vergil said, he realized Trish was just following him so he decided to walk towards the patio at the back part of the house.
"Geek" she rolled her eyes at him.
Usually, his reply to this was "Goth"
Trish stuck her tongue out.
Then again, seeing that her outfit doesn't say it, he thought of another response, "Best damn looking geek you'll ever see"
Trish's eyes widened, "Whoa, you guys really are brothers.."
The patio was beautiful; it was properly landscaped with plant decorations, spring flowers and marble slabs. The sun peered through the sky, it was a perfect day.
"So you got together huh?" his mood abruptly changed.
Trish held her breath, "It's… complicated" she breathed.
"How complicated?" they stood by the veranda, shading themselves from the rays of the sun.
"We're not really married" she confessed with a sigh. She can never keep a ridiculous secret like this from Vergil, of all people, or demon. "We're just trying to make Auntie happy and we are actually getting paid for it"
"I knew it" he sighed, nodding slightly. He was relieved. "And Evie got you into it?"
"She's very persuasive" said Trish with a smile forming on the side of her lips.
"Runs in the blood" he replied.
Vergil looked at her over his shoulders. Standing right beside him, how she managed all by her self. "You look different" he said to her.
Trish looked at him, "You too" she grinned, "You got older"
His reply was cold but honest and sincere, "You got prettier"
It was flattering, coming from Vergil, she wanted to make him say that again and record it for blackmailing purposes. Though, it seemed a bit uncomfortable, being with him like this.
"We will get married though" she said to him, letting her eyes fall on the floor. Her red, tie-up shoes reminded her of Dorothy's in The Wizard of Oz.
Vergil tensed.
"That's what Auntie wants" she mindlessly placed the nail of her thumb on her lip and started chewing it. Vergil pushed her hand down, he thought it was inappropriate. "But we'll get divorced afterwards, that's what Dante wants"
"Is that what you want?" he asked her, eyes scrutinizing her expression, nothing can impair his judgment. Trish was a bad liar.
It took her several seconds before she replied, "..yeah"
He breathed heavily, she looks different, acts different, he can blame his brother for that but she's still the same woman. "So how does it feel like to have your own life?" he asked. Mildly intrigued by how she has been living.
Her lips pulled down, "It was never mine to live" she said bitterly. "you know that.."
AN
Sorry for the late update. My hearts is really not on Lady x Dante, but it will continue (tears)
Hey, who do you guys think would win Lady or Lara? Lara Croft, not Angelina Jolie kei?! Lol.
Itachi is not dead (love)
Ohh I feel like I should totally tell you guys bout this dream I had. Well, I was having an America's Next Top Model marathon on youtube, then after that I started scribbling several chapters of this fic. Then I fell asleep and I had this weird dream that I was watching the show and it's judging time and Tyra Banks was like Gloria! And the clothes and the body and the hair, it was soo freaky O.o tyra banks.. ftw lol
