I am trully sorry for the wait. There is no excuse apart from lack of inspiration i guess.

I haven't updated for more than a year but it is very difficult to write romance, even angry ones that include Vergil, when i'm feeling so out of it.

On with the story...Vergil had thought that being kind would ensure a somewhat peace in the house but Lady won't be a sucker twice...

A big breakfast feast was awaiting Lady and Vergil when they woke up a friday morning.

Despite the akwardness that ensued after bumping on each other on the stairs, they had followed the insanely good smells that were coming out of the kitchen.

''Mister nice guy today or not?'' Lady couldn't help but wonder. The way his eyes seemed so clearly oblivious to her little mental torment, should not fool her she realised. For him it took only one glance to know what he wanted to know.

In reality, it was making him rather excited to know that he could push her buttons by simply ignoring her.

He knew he shouldn't be one to talk, since her silence and idifference had melted down his own resolve to stay icy cool and bloody controlled.

Lady had reached the kitchen door and without waiting to see how far he was, closed the door right in his nose...

''BRAINLESS FEMALE!''.he shouted

Lady was too quickly out of her reverie.

''What the hell did you say? You !3$3434#$*9!''

''Good morning to you too sweet lips.''.Dante said, though his eyes glanced at her mouth automaticaly, he did not miss the sudden fierce glare that was directed at him from his dear brother.

''What? I meant you, bro. Nice way to talk to a lady...''. he teased his brother.

Vergil would have replied if it wasn't for the fact that Lady brought a cup of hot coffee right in his line of vision, effectively shouting down his mouth.

''Where did all these come from?''

''I would really want to know that too brother, since you had no money at all yesterday and I doubt you managed a job at 5 pm even if it consisted of pizza and beers.'' Vergil the forever antagonist did find it slightly amusing that Dante looked shameful, well a bit.

''And may I say, bro, if you call me sweet lips ever again i will slaughter you in you sleep right after digestion, a little while before your sex dreams begin...''

Lady nearly choked on her croissant.

''What? Who told you about that?''

''You!'' Dante's glare wasn't as intimidating as his brother, mostly because she had learned to ..read his face, his emotions...

His brother was a jigsaw where every piece was a piece of a very different puzzle every time.

A cold winter scenery seemed to be his life. She expected that if anyone ever did solve it, making the pieces fit, then that someone would only see a snowy burren road.

No trees, no home waiting to envepole him in warmth, no sun melting the snow...

Only a breeze waiting once more to ruffle the image of his shadow as a lifeless body goes on in an existance so blank and pointless as the ice that lingers on the sides of his road...

''I didn't tell him.'' she defended.

''She didn't. But you sleazy remarks two nights ago were an enough confirmation. Very sleazy even for you. I thought you were past the wet dreams faze but it appears i was wrong.'' There was a glint in Vergil's eyes and it was obviously there on purpose so that he could lighten up the air a little.

Lady didn't miss it. She was instantly hopeful, that if there was someone that could really match the pieces, they would know that the sun can appear even for a second and melt years of ice...

Well this is it for now, i hope i can write something to post soon after this, till then, have a nice time..