Hey guys! I don't mean to spam your inboxes or anything, but I simply had to get this chapter out. In it, I'll get to finally vent about my real feelings for Lady. Enjoy!

Much to my surprise, Vergil remained after our bargain had been struck. Nodding, he'd issued one of his famous, "Hns," before simply stating. "We've an accord, then." After which, he sat behind the desk and continued to stare at me.

At first, it bothered me. After a while, however, I actually grew used to his intense gaze and he sort of faded into the background. This was made easier by being distracted by an enthusiastic Dante, pacing and chattering away on the phone again, "Yeah, extra large. Extra cheese. Extra pepperoni. Fuck it, extra everything. Except olives. No olives. God help you if I find even one olive."

Slamming the phone back into the cradle, he grinned at me, pointed at it, and began to open his mouth. Before he could say anything, though, I smirked and beat him to it. "Lemme guess. You ordered pizza, right?"

"Yeah! How'd ya know?"

Shrugging, I gestured vaguely towards the ceiling, "Oh, lucky guess."

"Oh. Well. I figured you might be hungry, or something." He seemed to be expecting something from me, judging by his hopeful expression.

"Er, thank you?"

Another wide grin, "You betcha, sweets."

Standing again, I begin to rummage around in my pockets, "I've some cash to put in if you want. Here, just lemme find- Ah! Here it is." I offered him a ten-dollar bill.

He merely stared at it and made no move to take it. "What is that?" He asked, after a brief pause.

Confused, I frown at him. "Uh, it's money. You know, to pay for my share of the pizza."

Dante shook his head. "I've never seen any money that looked like that before. How 'bout you, Verge?"

The dark twin spared the bill a glance, before shaking his head once. "Paper money? Ridiculous notion."

"What?" I stuff the money back into my pocket, more puzzled than ever.

"Uhm, we use coins here, babe." Dante said, tilting his head. "Wouldn't paper money wear out too fast? What if it tore? Then what?"

"You just tape it back together when that happens." I said.

"How about if it got wet?" Dante went on.

Sighing, I sink back down onto the couch, "Then you just wait until it dries."

"But-"

"When the bills get too damaged, they just print out more." I explained, rather annoyed.

Vergil seemed irritated at the admission. "Wasteful and expensive," he scoffed. "Coins may cost a bit more to manufacture, but they'll last much longer than that slip of paper you have will. Anyhow, wouldn't printing out more and more paper money drive its value down?"

Goddamit. I did not want to get into a discussion about our subpar economy with these two.

I shrugged, "Well, you can't say I didn't offer."

"Hmph," Vergil huffed. "If you do come from some other world, it seems very backward and confused. Rather fitting, given what I've seen of your personality thus far."

Forgetting myself, I directed a glare his way and opened my mouth to defend myself before I abruptly close it again. It just wasn't a good idea to antagonize this guy. Either of them, actually.

"Oh, no. Please, say what you were going to." He went on, tone slightly challenging.

I'm sure I paled slightly.

"Aw, leave her alone, Verge." Dante griped, shooting an irritated glare at his brother. "She doesn't wanna fight you. Besides, she isn't even armed."

"Give her a sword, then. You've plenty of them scattered about." Vergil waved an arm, gesturing to the clutter.

"No. She isn't doing anything to you. Leave her alone. Remember what you promised." The red twin responded firmly.

A petulant expression crossed the dark twin's face before he nodded in reluctant agreement. "Fine. Have it your way."

I was interested, but before I could inquire there was a knock at the door. Dante's face lit up. "Pizza's here!" Leaping for the door, -seriously, he leaped- the red twin pulled it open before his face fell in disappointment. "Oh, it's you."

"Gee, thanks." A strident voice responded.

I closed my eyes. Ugh. That voice was only too familiar. Without surprise, I watch as Dante took a step or two back, allowing for a short female to enter. "Oh gawd, not her!" I groan dramatically, throwing an arm over my eyes.

Lady paused and stared at me, astonished. Interestingly enough, she was sans her trademark rocket-launcher. Briefly, I wonder if she even had such a thing in this version of the DMC world. My question was answered for me, however, when Dante inquired about the exact thing. "Hey, Lady. Where's Kalina Ann?"

"Getting serviced," she replied curtly. "The fuck is she?" Lady pointed in my direction.

"That's a long story," Dante said. After a second, however, his expression became interested and he glanced my way, "Say, babe. You know who this is, right?"

Lady arched a brow and shot an inquiring glance at Dante. "What? Why would she-"

"Yeah," I interrupted. "Unfortunately, I do."

Entertained again, the red twin snickered. "Oh, yeah? Then who is she?"

"That," I point at her, "is Lady. Also known as Mary. But, it's best if one doesn't call her that."

"How the hell do you know my names?!" Lady demanded, glowering at me with her famous mismatched eyes.

"Yeah, that's also a long story," Dante said, grinning with amusement.

"She's quite insane," Vergil piped up, causing Lady to jump and spin his way. Apparently, she hadn't noticed he was there yet.

"Vergil? You never come over. What are you-"

The dark twin went on as if he'd never been interrupted, "Insane, but curiously enough, quite learned about Dante and myself. And, as it seems, about you as well."

"Will someone please explain what-" She began, wrinkling her brow in frustration.

"I will," I snap, eyeing her with contempt. Up close and personal, she was small and slight and not threatening in the least. Vergil and Dante might be demonic badasses, but this little tart was not. And, frankly, I'd always hated her character.

Raising her brows at my challenging tone, Lady nods at me. "So go ahead, then. Enlighten me."

Dante, sensing something interesting, took a seat on the coffee table, grinned, and ping ponged his eyes between the two of us. Even Vergil arched a brow and eyed me.

"Look," I began, "I'm not from this universe. I got, I dunno, warped, I guess, into this world. Which, by the way, happens to be a video game. You, Lady, are a character in said game. An annoying character."

"You got some sorta problem with me?" Lady bristled. "I don't even know you."

"Not personally, no." I replied, crossing my arms. "But your place in the games always bothered me for some reason. I mean, come on!" I hold a hand out and gesture to her clothing. "That outfit, for example. What the hell? Seriously, Lady. You're going to fight demons in that ensemble? Really? Why not opt for full body armor instead? These two are unconventionally dressed for such a thing as well," I lifted my chin in the twins' direction, "but at least they have super healing powers."

Lady's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. "How-"

"It gets better. Shoosh!" Dante said, shaking his head at her. "Go on, sweets." He nodded at me to continue.

"Fine. I will. Another thing that always bothered me was just before the start of mission three." At this, my frown grows more pronounced, "Specifically, your declaration of your having 'found' Temen-ni-gru."

All three pairs of eyes grow wide at that name.

"First of all, Lady, that goddamed tower was so big, it was impossible not to see. Frankly, I thought it was adorable listening to you talk about how you'd found something. What are you, twelve?"

Dante began to shake with silent laughter.

"Moving along," I continued, unperturbed by Lady's growing scowl, "I find your fighting style to be ridiculous. It goes right along with your outfit, actually. Gymnastics, grenades, and guns? Fine. But only if it's feasible. In their case?" I point at the twins again, "Sure! They're half-devils! It's in their very DNA to be amazing. In your case, however, it isn't. I mean, you're a tiny human. I could take you. Trust me, without your little guns, it'd be easy to make you my bitch."

The red twin shook with mirth. Tears began to stream from Dante's eyes as he wrapped his arms around his middle. Even Vergil appeared interested. Lady, however, did not appear amused in the least.

I nodded, on a roll now, "Yeah. I never understood how you ended up surviving that tower. You shouldn't have. Honestly, when you fought Dante, he was only playing with you. So, yeah, I can see you surviving that. But the rest of the tower? Jester slash Arkham? Being thrown off the tower? Nope. You should be dead." I glance over at Vergil. "I've always been curious about something. Why didn't you finish her off in the library when you walked passed her?"

The blue devil seemed to be at a loss for word. Lady as well. Dante, though, appeared to be having a blast. "Anything else, babe?"

"Almost done," I told him, smiling, before I focused on Lady one last time. "I hate your attitude. I hate your face. And I hate your ugly, messed up eyes."

"BA HA HA HA HAAAAA!" The red twin threw his head back and guffawed so hard he went tumbling from the coffee table. Rolling about on the floor, Dante continued to hold his stomach and howl with laughter.

Lady, however, stood stiffly, and regarded me with hooded lids. Slowly, between clenched teeth, she slowly began to speak. "I should kill you where you stand."

I jump to my feet. "Go ahead and try it!" I shouted at her. "I'm bigger than you and I've been in my fair share of scuffles. Personally, you don't scare me. Not like these two do," again, I jerk a thumb towards the twins. "Seriously, Mary, kill yourself."

It might have come down to it, had the doorbell not rung at that very moment. Dante stopped rolling around immediately and sprinted for the door. "Pizzas here for real this time! Verge, hold 'em back, I don't wanna have to pick a bunch of hair off the floor from some cat fight."

"Don't bother," Lady huffed. "I'm leaving. Give me a call when this lunatic is gone, please." Popping her middle finger up at me, she stomped out the door and pushed her was passed the startled pizza boy.

"You'll be missed!" I hollered after her, flopping back onto the couch.

"That was probably one of the best things I've ever seen, sweets." Dante said around a mouthful of pizza. "What'd you say your name was, again?"

Offering him a tired smile, I shrugged, "I never did." A pause. "Call me, Ginae."

"'Ginae'?" Vergil repeated. "Odd name. What might your mother have been thinking when she named you that?"

"No idea," I replied politely. Really, I'd decided to always be polite to Vergil. "She didn't name me that."

"So, who did?" asked Dante.

"I did." I replied.

Both twins frowned at me, puzzled.

"I said you can call me, Ginae. I never said that was my real name."

"This just keeps getting weirder and weirder," Dante finally said, swallowing another mouthful.