EricDraven – thanks! asked it too XD

WhatDoYouMeanI'mDrunk- lol, Jesus thumbs up?! ! Good luck with your future experience! XD

DevilRebel- yeah XD thanks!!

Kohryu- domo :D

Ichiban- yeah Dante got it from Evie lol thanks XD

Brukaoru- whoa phew! I was worried about what you'd say!! I'm glad you liked it XDD

Destructo- whoa! Thanks! I'll try to out-great it with later chaps (wink) (ohh boyy…)

Angelforver- thank you :D

Chaoticangel- (feels guilty coz of the rush) but thank you, that really means a lot ;D

Dante's blade- yay coz you asked for more things about that night, here it is XD

SatanicParkofMadness- I'm super glad you liked it! XDD me writing lemons? Trust me, I want to I really do, every time I write something sexy, it ends up funny o.O I might destroy something, maybe it's a plus to have a good n healthy imagination XD yeah!! I should quote you about the twincest!! You're so right! And about evangelion too, I'm so tired of that issue, why can't they just let it rest and dunno, just fck off or something (furious) I hold, you punch XD btw, I was daydreaming then I thought of a knock knock joke, and I thought you'd get it since nobody here did XD well just think of it since I'm not good at telling jokes (that's why nobody got it) I changed my mind, I'm not telling XP not gonna waste your time lol.

Yuna.gone.bad- thanks!! I checked my reviews and I was like.. whoa…. Thanks really XD

Currychicken- yeah! A woman thing!! XD hmm Dante should really do something XDD

TheGreatEmpress- thank you!! I love Dantrish too, we all do XDD

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Trish felt pleasantly toasty that she refused to wake up just yet; she could feel the warmth within the room, the sunlight was piercing through her closed lids. The sounds of birds chirping happily from out the windows were annoying. She was very conscious of her surroundings and she can't help but wonder how the bed smells a lot like Dante's body spray, then she remembered how she 

gave up and lied down beside him, come to think of it, she clearly remember lying down on her side.

She realized she can be a twitchy sleeper at times, so with plans of sleeping in, her lids remained closed hoping that she'd fall asleep again…

Then she realized she wasn't really on the mattress anymore, that it wasn't the thermal blanket which was keeping her warm, that she could distinctly hear his heart beating through his chest, (where her ears were pressed). Her eyes shot open, then the reality slapped her right in just as fast as her slumberous desires faded away. She slowly sat up; her breathing became fast and uneven, she was perched on his abdomen, her legs astride, the robe she was wearing was completely off, and he—he was trying hard not to laugh and to keep on pretending he's asleep.

Usually, waking up with your special someone prove to be one of the most romantic things that could happen in one's life—not today. "Dante.." she was shaking, gritting her teeth, glowering down at him. The most annoying part is that he looks so peaceful and serene, like this was none of his doings, like he's not capable of doing something like this. "Good morning honey.." her voice was trembling, trying to compose herself, imagining all the wonderful things she'd like to do to him right now.

And he kept his eyes shut, and he wished he really was asleep. Trish was running out of reasons not to hurt him, her fists clenched into tight balls, the rise and fall of her chest was getting way out of control…

With three quick knocks to warn them of her presence, Evie opened the door. "Good morni—"

Dante immediately, suddenly woke up, torso elevated, leaning on his right elbow, groaning as he saw Evie who was just as shocked as Trish was. Trish was still on top of him, snatching the blanket for cover. Evie really just can't leave them alone, this revenge was five hours in the making, and he can't believe they have just been disturbed again.

"I thought you guys were done" said Evie, feeling the doorknob, panicky and embarrassed,

"This is not what it looks like" Trish tried to explain, jumping to her feet, very eager to clear things out but Evie already took off, "Just go on with what you guys were doing!" She heard Evie call out, followed by a giggles, most probably from ChanLu and Elena, Jade is too refined to even think of something like that funny.

To her horror, she heard Evie locking the door once more. She turned back to Dante, teary eyed and whiney, "And she saw me on top of you" she shrugged lifelessly as she sighed, "me again" Why hadn't Evie thought of coming in earlier, when Dante was having all his fun while she was asleep? Why does Evie kept on catching her every time she's in a wrong position?

Dante was still leaning on his elbows, he faked a gasp, "Trish! What did you do to me!?" he asked, wide eyed and surprised, like his virginity was stolen away or something, "I've never been this violated before" he bit his lip to keep himself from laughing.

Trish nodded her head, eyes narrowed as she let out a deep breath to release all the anger and the fury that kept her in. "No Pain No Game huh?" she said, smiling forcedly, teeth clenched, jaws rigid. "I sure hope you're game" and she could only think of one thing that would do him damage without breaking any furniture or going back on the deal they had on before.

Evie was very busy with the invitations, ChanLu, Jade and a bunch of others in their sleek corporate attires and multi colored sash were bustling about the dining area, stacks of papers here and there. Apparently, Evie needed to finalize the guest list and the reception plan at a certain deadline which kept every Help busy. The five-foot blondie was chattering away with her mobile phone, talking to someone in rich Italian, she was cursing someone in rich Italian rather.

Dante came up to her, "She bit me!" he complained showing off his injured hand, Evie covered the receiver to attend to her nephew, "She did?!" she asked excitedly, wide-eyed and all smiles.

"What?" Dante asked in disbelief, that wasn't the reaction he was expecting.

"You really gave it to her huh?" Evie said, very proud of her nephew, "rough night?" and even if she was talking to someone very important, she could still find the right time to juice out some dirt from Dante.

"That's not what I.." and Evie was back on her phone, yelling at the poor unfortunate soul from the other side of the line.

Dante sighed, though he was smiling to himself as he examined his right hand with a clean crescent mark just below the pinky. He walked back to the living room, still looking at his mark, which he happened to be very proud off, wearing it almost like a badge of honor.

Trish who has just finished taking a bath emerged from the staircase. She pursed her lips in a smile as she tiptoed her way down the marble steps, hands several inches away from her, ready to ambush Dante when…

"Don't even think about it" Dante said, right before she could close a fair share of distance. She groaned as she dropped her shoulders, lips twitching in disappointment. She's not that mad at him anymore, now that she had her sweet revenge.

He was wearing a thin gray knitted shirt; the long sleeves were pulled up to his forearm with the light fabric clinging to his body, generously emphasizing his perfect physique. "I still can't believe you bit me" he said as they walked together.

"Well, you were asking for it" she scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest

"I know I pissed the hell out of you, and I know I'm getting hurt for that" he said, chuckling every now and then, "punching, slapping, scratching, those are understandable, but biting?!" he pressed. "I mean, I already know I'm delicious, you don't have to bite me" he slumped down on the pale green embroidered sofa.

Trish rolled her eyes as she let her arms fall, she was about to walk away when Dante pulled her wrist, causing her to outbalance and land helplessly on his lap.

"What the.." she pushed him away though she seemed not to mind sitting on him, "what do you want now?" she asked annoyed and flushed at the same time.

"What if.." he whispered, his lip pulled in an uneven grin.

"What if what?" Trish asked,

"I bite you back".

"Are you crazy?!" she cried as she struggled herself free from him, which did little good since he was holding her so tight.

Sexy time again for Dante as he kept Trish locked in his arms, it was only now he gets to tease her like this, if he knew it would be this fun and amusing, he could've have done it way way back. "Don't worry" he said as he pressed his lips to her ear, "I'll be gentle…"

"Stay away!" she cried as she took the nearest head pillow and threw it at him, wriggling her way free, He started laughing, gaining confidence because it was very easy to tell if she's blushing or not, her pale skin set contrast to her rosy cheeks.

"C'mon Trish, you're wounding my ego" he smirked in a mild protest, she turned him down for sex, and then she's walking out on him during his play time.

Trish grunted as she turned back to face him, her back was facing the exit, "I'm wounding your ego?" she repeated, "Because it's so big!".

Dante hid his smile when he caught sight of Jade and ChanLu, the witnesses of last night's encounter, the two had on their usual black attire and colored sash. He turned back to Trish, "It's not that big really—how big?" he asked Trish with another mischief up in his head.

"Not that big?!" Trish cried out loud, "It' huge! It's so big it's larger than life itself!" she remarked, unable to believe that they were talking about his ego, of all things. "It's huge! It's so huge keeping up with it was by far the most painful thing I have even gone through"

Jade gently placed her hand over her mouth, while ChanLu was giggling so hard, Dante winked a them. That's when Trish realized everything she just said, she turned to the exit to see her hand maidens, Jade making a curtly bow and ChanLu giving Dante two thumbs up, and then they walked away and Trish wasn't able to redeem herself. She suddenly felt sick as she turned back 

to face him "why do you do this to me?" she said in a whiny tone, her shoulders slumped down as she recalled all the shameful events Dante got her into during the past few days. And all of it had something to do with her desires which never were completely true. A misunderstanding that often led her to shame, considering the fact that Dante is the one who's got the appetite for those kinds of things.

"Larger than life itself" Dante repeated, "I could have settled for big.. Thanks Trish, I'm very flattered" he chuckled. So this is what he meant with his statement earlier, "Imagine all the things I could do to you"

"I hate you, really" she scorned, pouting as she ran her fingers through her tangled hair; she was walking towards the exit, cursing to herself as he started laughing once more.

"You're so into me, you can't even find the right things to say b'sides, I wouldn't be ashamed if they caught me instead of you" aside from his killer sarcasm and superior skills in telling other people off, he also had the gift of twisting things up, Trish would just call it ambitious or delusional. He was staring back at the ceiling, the glass chandelier directly overhanging them, his mind set off to deeper thinking with the back of his neck resting on the top rail.

"Were you just bored?" she suddenly asked, her voice was serene and melodic, just when she was about to go, "You know when I went off?"

Dante thought how fortunate it was that they weren't looking at each other, then she wouldn't see him smiling like this. He knows Trish, and he knows she's just waiting for a specific word that would put the whole thing to rest. But he wasn't going to give it to her just yet, if she is playing hard to get, then he is too. "li manco…"

She finds it sexy when he speaks Italian, but not right now, "Don't go Italian on me, Dante" she placed her hands on her hips.

It was safe for him to admire her at a distant, where she wouldn't question him, where his eyes would be smiling if lips can't "It means you're asking too many questions and its annoying" he grinned.

She sighed, she was expecting a decent respond but maybe it's just impossible for him to learn how to take things seriously. With no further things to say, she just walked away, not really mad, just disappointed. How can all those words fit into a short phrase? She thought, mildly irritated.

...

She was killing time in the terrace since she doesn't want to get out of the shade. The sun was way too hot for her liking, and she found that she burns easily, thanks much to her past beach experience. She was balancing on a straight panel of red bricks, delighting herself with the gush of warm wind every now and then. She could really use a woman's company right now, since she found it easier to talk to a woman about things she'd never talk about Dante. He doesn't really seemed interested with what she has to say, what she thinks, or what she feels, so she figured Dante is not the right person to talk to when she feels like this, that's what she thinks.

Then someone strong grabbed her arms from behind, it was Vergil. "Did he touch you? Did something happen?" there was turbulence in his voice, which was weird for her since he never really breaks out of his cool, his eyes were very eager and she knows he was fighting something off, evidence of his firm but controlled grip on her arms

She smiled, "of course nothing happened". Right when the last word fell on her lips, he crushed her in his arms, she was very perplexed since Vergil wasn't really the type to need some physical comforting, let alone comforting, "What's wrong?" she asked, he was really acting funny.

"I'm just glad" he said, sighing in relief, "Just glad.." she was about to hug him back when he held her off. At least somebody cares, she thought. Then she remembered her new learned Italian phrase, "li manco" she grinned at him, asks too many questions and annoying.

Vegil frowned, he wanted yet refused to believe it, "You don't mean that"

She gained confidence with what she thought was an insult phrase, "I mean it from the bottom of my heart!". Just when Vergil was about to say something, Dante opened the door, "Go fix, we're going out" he said to Trish.

"I'm not coming" she rolled her eyes at him, still mad about earlier.

"You want Evie to start nagging?" he threatened, and yeah, it is a threat. He was holding the white wooden door out for Trish, looking at her calmly.

"Go" Vergil urged, since no one wants Evie to start nagging, it will just go on and on and on...

She sighed, obeying as she passed Dante, waving at Vergil as she did so, with both men watching her intently. The moment she was out of sight, they both shot each other a look. Dante was glaring at him, with his eyes were intense, sending off an unspoken message, Lay off. And Vergil met his eyes directly, almost mocking and belittling. If looks could kill, they probably will.

"Dante" Trish interrupted in a sing-song tone with her voice echoing through the halls, "hurry up.." and so the younger twin went back inside, leaving his older brother content "li manco" he repeated to himself (I miss you.)

Dante roared the engine to life the moment Trish slid in the red convertible. She was wearing a nice black top and shapely washed jeans. "You look good" he noticed, he looked away at once when Trish caught him through the rearview mirror.

"Thanks" she muttered shaking herself to why suddenly people starts acting weird today, Dante really never says something nice , aside from his usual, "nice ass", she unconsciously swept a lock off her face as Dante started to unpark the car. "Where are we going?" she asked.

When she walked out on him earlier, he felt guilty and went after her, and then he found his brother getting a little bit too close with Trish. He didn't mean to upset her; he thought she was used to him being like this, but what's up with Vergil hugging her? Is he allowed to do that? What is he? some sort of comfort bag all of a sudden? In fact, what concerns him? Actually, what the hell does he care? Actually squared, Vergil cares? Thoughts started ranting inside his head. But maybe what's eating him is the fact that Vergil showed concern, like Vergil cared for Trish and He didn't. And he, the hero, ends up being the mean guy. Still was a mystery to him, what really went on between Trish and Vergil, he couldn't quite figure out why was he so damn bothered about the details. When he saw him holding her like that, and that she was really about to hug him back, he just wanted to..

"Dante.." she repeated, "where are we going" her voice was soft, almost like she's afraid to disrupt him from his deep thinking. Dante talks a lot of crap; he just can't say anything honest and sincere, something she'll remember him saying and smile. But when he stops talking, she gets a little anxious; maybe Dante talking is a whole lot better than Dante thinking since he rarely does that…

He realized he was already doing an 80 on a public road, he slowed down as he looked at her sitting just inches beside him, her hair was everywhere like the sun, her eyes were clear and blue and everything just seemed to be a little slower when he looks at her, then he affixed his eyes back on the road. And again, he's in reality where everything is fast and blurry.

"I don't know" he answered finally, since the whole idea of this going out thing just came out random, he just wanted Trish away… and he wanted to be alone with her, under their own account. Outside the premises of Auntie's place, they're back to being just Dante and Trish, ex partners, demon hunters…"you got a place in mind?"

Trish shook her head as she slumped back comfortably with a deep sigh. The drive was fast and silent, no traffic, no Dante being a jerk, just the crisp wind blowing through their faces, running through their hair. She doesn't know where they were headed just that he's been driving from quite some time now, and the sun was starting to emit and orangeish afternoon glow, the whole time, they weren't talking.

Finally, Dante decelerated, parking the car in a cozy spot under an oak tree, overlooking the bay, "Is there anywhere in the world you'd rather be in right now?" he asked, usually when she thinks he's just playing her, she'd say something twice as stupid and insulting, but she can never really tell if he's just messing around or if he's serious, paranoia or got used to it, surely got the best of her.

"You mean not with you?" she clarified since she had the tendency to break down and analyze his sentences like he was some monkey who just happened to say a phrase for the first time. She studied him, his eyes was directly looking at the horizon, left elbow leaning on the closed window frame, with his knuckles rubbing his lower lip, while his other hand was rested on the steering wheel. It was strange that he'd start something like this since these are the things he usually avoids, especially with her.

"You don't like being with me" he was maybe, afraid to ask it, that's why it sounded more like a statement to her, "Cause if not, it will be a problem since we're getting married soon" he pressed, though it really was unnecessary since Trish was already taken back with the first.

She tensed since she wasn't expecting that, and she didn't know how to answer it, seconds passed, seconds which felt like an eternity. The sound of the traffic due to the rush hour was in the background, the sun was starting to set. "What gives you that idea?" she managed to avoid answering his question, it was very obvious. "Is this about that night?" she asked.

"What night?" he lied, since he remembers that night like it was the only night in his life he actually remembers.

"That night when I told you I wanted to leave and we had a fight then you got drunk… and you know what you said" she softly summed, eyes down, chipping the back polish off her nails. She never talked about that night to anyone, and she never thought they'd be talking about it, recalling something they wanted to erase, how they wanted to pretend it didn't happen, but it did and they both have to live with that.

"So that's the real reason why you left?" he never struggles with words and he was still looking at something far beyond her sight.

"You didn't mean it" she replied just as soon as he finished his sentence, her voice was asking for some objection, it was calm and soft, like nothing was wrong and she already figured it out, though inside, she wants him to prove her wrong. "I know you didn't… its okay"

"What's okay about that?" he asked coldly as he turned to her, Trish wished Dante should have just kept his eyes at the distant, she couldn't look at him, not with his eyes eating her up with guilt due to false accusation.

"Okay that you and I are just partners and there's nothing going on and I haven't coveted the son of the legendary dark knight Sparda" she tried to humor the tension growing between them. Though for Dante, it was some sort of blessing in disguise that she didn't believe him, that somehow she was able to save him from giving himself out.

"So you really left because I told you I love you?" he asked, a little more casual and incredulous.

Hearing it still makes her shiver; making her heart skip a beat, why was he so damn comfortable with saying something like that? Maybe because he really didn't mean it, like a half meant joke, yeah, Trish thought a joke. "I'm not healthy for you" she wondered if it was the right word to use, since she really couldn't think straight right now.

He laughed, a reaction she wasn't expecting, "you're not healthy for me?" he repeated, "I think you already know how unhealthy my basic diet is and I'm still alive, I give myself ten years then maybe I should start getting worried" , he dropped his hand to hit the break, even though he was trying to be funny he was still thinking First time I say something I really mean, I ended up unconvincing, maybe this stuff needs some practice.

But Trish was too serious to play around, she turned to him, sitting in an unconventional way, "Can't you see?" she pressed, she was about to unveil a truth that he might have overlooked. "Everything about me draws you in, my face, my scent…"

"You forgot your body" Dante snickered, surely there was some explanation why he likes everything about her, even the oddity and the indifference, and he is so sure some law of attraction could answer that. Trish got out of the car, sitting herself on the hood.

"I was designed that way you know" she peered at him through the windshield, "I'm the perfect predator" she grinned.

"You know it kind of happens naturally, let's just say you're my type" Dante said, trying to contradict Trish's arguments. "Plus we live together, well we did" he said, getting out of the car and shutting the door close, he leaned on the hood, just beside Trish, crossing his arms over his chest, waiting for her reaction.

"I was made like that" she said, leaning over him, her voice almost a whisper, "I have to be perfect for you, I was built to lure you into your own death and you call me your type? Doesn't that bother you?"

Dante paused, "Uh… No" he finalized, "Why? Do you still have plans on killing me?" he joked, "I'll take you on anytime, but I call in the shots"

Maybe what Trish was hearing was too good to be true, or maybe Dante just doesn't get it, "Do you think I have the same effect on other people like the one I have on you? Why can't you see that I was made not for your own good, You were supposed to be captivated.. Then decapitated, that was all planned, and he even used your mother's image! Why can't you get it?" she said, pressing even harder, getting a lot frustrated to why she wasn't getting the punishment she deserves.

"Whoa, slow down babe" Dante remarked, and somehow it's ironic because it all started with that phrase. He took a moment to rest his finger on his forehead, preparing for his speech since Trish was so much asking for it. Why do chicks have to be so.. so.. talkative, why can't they just let it rest and call it quits? He thought. He started analyzing, recalling all she had just said, determined to solve every bit of problem it contained, "I highly doubt if there is anyone our there who has the same effect you have on me, I'd hunt them down and kick their ass" Another pause, "I think I know what's good for me Trish, thanks for reminding, I think I just left the water running back home"

Trish rolled her eyes.

"And yeah, I still think I'd date you even if you didn't throw a bike at me or impale me with your freaky powers, and for the last time… so you have the hair, the eye color, maybe you got a lot of her features more than I did, so what?" he grinned, "She died when I was five, sadly I only remember her face from that photograph, I wished I could have remembered more" he realized he was getting off the topic, "but for the record, the rest is all you…anything else?" he seemed 

quite pleased since he was able to answer her questions properly, at least it was to him, and he never thought he'd be able to keep up with her like this.

Trish ran out of things to say, Dante found his highest achievement to date.

What he meant by the rest? The way she smiled, the way she laughs, they way she rolls his eyes at him, the way she looks over the sunset like it's her first time to see something so marvelous. "If I was given a choice, I wont look like this you know.." she muttered, embarrassed maybe even ashamed

"Yeah?" He grinned, getting amused as he stood up straight and faced Trish, resting his palm on either side of her thighs, leaning over so he was just a inches away, "How would you look like then?" he smiled.

Trish flushed, "what's your type?" she managed to say since seeing him so close, with the glow of the sun right behind him was almost divine, like he was some god who happened to be way out of her league.

Dante laughed as he turned to face the perfectly setting sun,. "Seriously Trish, I wouldn't have you any other way"

And she smiled to herself, she's wanted to hear that but she never thought she did until now, how she can be accepted..Finally.

"I wasn't drunk" Dante followed, "Just to let you know, I wasn't drunk and I know what I said" he wasn't looking at her, he kept his eyes at a distant. The sky was a splash of the most beautiful hues of blue and orange, the bay was illuminating the beauty from below, like the only thing separating the sky and the water was the horizon"

"Why you ask me that question earlier?" Trish wondered, even if the sky and the sunset was a beautiful sight, it stood second right next to Dante.

"You could be anywhere in the world but you're here with me and I appreciate that" He answered sincerely, Trish happening is one of the few things he's grateful for.

"And I wouldn't be anywhere else.." she replied, and she smiled to herself, looking at Dante from behind, and somehow his cheeks appear lifted, like he was smiling too.

AN

You know who else is blonde, has a bad-ass partner and who's got Pikachu powers? Ginji amino from the GetBackers, XD wouldn't it be cool to have dmc anime and gb crossover? Trish could turn herself chibi like ginji and they'd start setting things on fire and short circuiting the whole town, and band and dante would be like, drinking complaining about their partners XD

Gensomaden Saiyuki is also a good crossover, since sanzo and gojyo put together is kind of like dante, and they would be yelling and getting in trouble, eating pizza, getting all drunk except for hakkai, and there would be demon babes and trish would be like.,. whetev XD

Okay.. so I'm sorry for the late update… T.T it's this thing! It's called trickster argh (sigh..) okies I know I know, distractions not working. Sheesh, lovey dover talks sucks.. sorry guys, not really funny chap T.T and the thing is, I have one chapter that had some lovey dovey talks in it too (you like those things? Im really not so hyped with it since I like funny scenes XD) wow 9 chapters still no kissing… you guys won't kill me right? Next chapter will have lady finally XD