The nothing1: This is a spin off to we are alive now, judging from your comment you haven't read we are alive now. But not to worry, even if you have no interest in that one, this isn't too hard to understand. But for the in-depth knowledge and understanding of this, do make an effort to visit We are alive now. Anyway i am glad for your latter words.


About an hour before Vergil and Dante's arrest; Trish was making her way into an underground invite only soiree, (she of course had an invitation) Trish had parted from the entrance security check and was then making her way into a voluminous lightened room, teeming with guests, there was music playing, some were dancing, but the majority were conversing with champagne flutes in hand. None had been empty handed: the soiree had been thrown by the crime boss of a drug ring in Daust, one of several towns in Kinioto. Trish had the pleasure of being present at that night's soiree, due to some weeks of being broke a couple of months earlier.

The devil may cry business for a very little while had been booming, due to the closed portal (which separated the demon world from the human world) and the fallen qliphoth tree. Though no more demons could come through, there had still remained some which needed hunting down. But after the remnants had been disposed of, there was nothing more to do, thus causing the devil may cry team to lose money and their profession.

Seeing no way out the team (which weren't much of a team) disbanded and Trish had to seek out new works outside of Redgrave- Bounty Hunting- An enticing offer which came to her when she needed it the most, Trish couldn't really refuse "Girls got to eat" she had reasoned. Her new profession took Trish places, she met a lot of low lives, whom to society were high-fliers. Trish despised them but did not judge, she did her job and before she knew it, had done so much she'd become a woman (or rather) devil of means.

Trish was rich, rich beyond the wildest dreams of a common man, but none of it touched her, she'd remained the same and with her wealth was already planning on an early retirement from bounty hunting. Despite her plans, the invitation had come through a mail, and she'd felt compelled to indulge herself. Which had been why, Trish bought a dress, heels and everything before departing on a late night flight, of three nights ago. And since Kinioto was such a covert place, Trish had to have landed at a known neighboring small nation called Wave; from there she'd boarded a sail ship (with a special ticket sent with the invitation) which took her straight to the leafy shores of Kinioto.

Standing idly by in that room, Trish noticed a young man with a silver tray upon which sat a full five champagne flutes approaching her being half naked, all bottom, no top.

' Champagne, Miss? ' asked the young man.

Trish had gracefully accepted and the young man had moved along. Trish sipped the bubbly liquid, and thought "not bad" albeit at the time she was feeling miserably bored. There had been nothing spectacular (out of the ordinary), in that moment Trish had begun to regret coming, it was however then the spectacular began...

' I wonder which it is, bored or impressed... Judging by the look I'd say bored... Fortunately that seems to be changing, ' uttered a strange deep masculine voice.

To say she was impressed would be an understatement, Trish had been completely stunned, for she had not even in the slightest sensed, noticed or perceived the man now standing at her side. Trish couldn't fathom what had happened, and she had been too stunned to process the man's words, the man noticed her stunned state.

' You appear to be in somewhat of a shock, I then shall excuse myself and join myself to the party. Enjoy. ' added the man after a short interlude of silence, the enigma clinked his half full flute with Trish's and departs.

It was only after the man had gone and joined himself to the party did Trish recover; whilst recovering and processing her thoughts did a woman whom appeared to be in her thirties, but actually was in her late twenties approach Trish without a flute, but instead a purse. The young woman brunette of hair introduced herself, as a Mrs Diane Yamanaka, a full born and bred woman of Kinioto city. Trish returned the courtesy and introduced herself, as a miss Gloria. Just Gloria.

' I have to say I am rather surprised to see him approach a new face as yourself, and to be left standing without as much as a word from that same person, ' said Diane.

It was at this time Trish began to study the man, whom had so stealthily approached her, he was then perusing the room, often stopping to strike a cordial colloquial with the other guests as himself; Trish observed that the man being a proud six foot, golden-white fade, striking sapphire orbs, a huge full beard of face, though neat made the man seem to appear as some sort of a viking. Commanded such an air of deference, it was palpable through the special attention he was briefly being given.

The Viking enigma wore a black turtle neck which showed to an extent his impressive muscled physique, black pants, over which was a orange trenchcoat with a furred collar and black flames at the hem: the man had a regal aura about his person, Trish could tell even at a distance, just as well as she could notice the slightly hidden dark three whiskered almost cat like marks on both the man's cheek. Trish could not have known they were actually fox marks.

' Who is he? ' asked Trish at last, at a moment Diane was about to concede to the silence and move on. Nonetheless the question put a smile on Diane's face.

' That. Is Mr Vom Nato, a long time acquaintance of our humble host- No, Mr Nato himself has no part in the business, and he seldom attends this events, '

' What then does he do? ' she wanted more.

' He's an enigma, but some say he's a horse fancier, others say he's into sports and owns several refineries across the continent. All speculations of course, '

' Of course, ' agreed Trish. ' meaning the man is a closed book, nothing to take from and nothing to put to. ' she added.

' Exactly. Though now I must be on my way, my husband is about to kill me with his over the top text messages. And I do wish you a very splendid night... ' pausing as if recollecting, after some seconds at last Diane heaved a smiley sigh. ' this events really are always so enjoyable without the chains of marriage. If you know what I mean. ' said Diane with a grin. And Trish did understand what Diane meant.

' Get home safe, and goodnight Mrs Yamanaka. '

As Diane left, Trish thought it was nice to meet her, but hoped she didn't have to see her again, and she would later be surprised to know that was the last time she would be seeing Mrs Diane Yamanaka. (alive anyway) Alone once more, Trish chose that time to return her gaze to the enigma, she'd chosen poorly: cause she did, Trish had to bare witness to a toothy grin from Nato and immediately felt her heart jump to her throat. Thus looking away and swiftly gulping down her champagne in one swig, Trish then noticed the bar and the barman standing there, quickly she made for it and ordered for a glass of whisky neat (all drinks were free) Trish waited her eyes on the counter.

When her whisky arrived in front of her, Trish drank it greedily and asked for another, she drank two more glasses, and was about to receive her fourth when a hand stayed the barman's. Trish observed the back of that hand, it was tanned and the knuckles seemed to have been shapen out of granite, in her professional view with years of fighting experience, knuckles like these could kill.

It immediately made Trish wonder what need a mortal man could have, to possess such knuckles that could only bring death when used. Trish had hunted down several low lives in this past couple of months, but none appearing far more cruel had knuckles and veined hands as this man did.

' Get the lady a different one- perhaps with lemon this time, but this. I'll have this, ' said Nato to the barman whom with seemingly pleading eyes scurried off.

Trish frowned at the rude intercept, and was about to look Nato in the eyes and warn him off when he spoke, ' unless you want your panties to fly, I would advice you not to make eye contact with me. ' said he and Trish found that she couldn't even be offended, having the strangest feeling that he was being real. So she didn't look, (in his eyes at least) but Trish did nonetheless have a glance at Nato, at his lips as he was drinking the whisky.

When Nato was done with the glass, his lower lip was slightly wet with the alcohol, and he dried it off with a brush of his left index. The display had deeply aroused Trish, beyond words could explain. Her eyes settles on the counter.

' Want to sleep over at my place tonight? it's high-rise, and the night view of the city is particularly beautiful from my penthouse window, ' said Nato suggestively.

' I didn't even look into your eyes, ' replied Trish slowly. ' You didn't have too... '

' Where is your place? ' asked Trish.

' It's in a driving distance. '. . .

Sometime after Vergil and Dante's arrest.

Somewhere in downtown Kinioto in the bedroom of Mr Vom Nato's penthouse suite, a pair of vivid blue eyes open next to a blonde devil. Nato turned gently unto his side to admire the naked beauty of Trish, he stilled a urge to whistle in appreciation. Her body was perfect beyond imagining.

After a short while Nato with a small smile climbed out of bed, in all his naked glory. He made his way to the living room, exiting through an inaudible autonomous door; in the living room he found his and Trish's clothes all over the floor, but what Nato had been hoping to see was on the black sofa. His boxer shorts. Nato approached, picked it off the sofa and put it on, after which he flexes his arms and stretched his body: Nato's body was an immaculate piece of shredded work, ten pack of and which seemed like they had been sewn in on his torso, the chiseled works appeared almost surgically precise. And no woman or man on Earth who ever could behold him in this state, could ever deny Nato -a man appearing to be in his mid or late forties not worthy of the epitome of: a man called god-

Nato noticed the remote control on the glass centre table, he went and retrieved it before settling down on the sofa; pressing the power button the huge flat screen smart TV hung up against the wall before him turned on, and he pressed the button for channel 6 the news broadcasting channel. Being broadcasted was a breaking news of the once live arrest of Vergil and Dante at the town square, to this Nato could not resist whistling.

' Well I'll be damned, sparda's boys are here together at last, and it seems making a grand entrance... Well I really will be damned if I don't ring him up, ' said Nato quietly to himself.

Nato got up dropping the remote control on the sofa and making his way to the kitchen, where he opened the plates cabinet and retrieved a phone like device, a bulky sophisticated piece of work which he switched on and watched for a few seconds as scores of numbers filled the screen. None of the numbers had any name to them, but Nato knew the very one he needed to dial and so he did. It rang and on the third ring the receiver picked up, and Nato put the phone to his ear.

' You must have your receiver close, or were you expecting an hot date? - well sorry to disappoint- I may not be pretty enough for you, you old red eyed hawk. But I just saw something your once tireless eyes have missed- hey don't fuss, just go to channel 6... Nato paused for several seconds till a smile crept up to his lips.

' I fear, dear brother, that we ought to have our intellectual duel- No you've been slacking and I've been prudent. Active- No, no no listen old boy, this is not the time to curse or swear. You saw how they surrendered- Yes you're seeing it now, they are fresh out. So it's either an all clear back into the void of space or an all hell prepare to pulverize the opposition and clap on any fucker trying to swing... '

Nato paused again, this time for several minutes before speaking with a pair of steady eyes towards the living room; he had been sitting on the kitchen counter and had been speaking so quietly one would have needed super hearing to make out the words. No one was in the living room, instead he sensed activity in the bedroom.

' Ah yes, the ancient question the boys must also be asking themselves. "What Next?" A perfect question to an imperfect answer- goodnight then, I hope to meet you in a more affable mood in the morning. '

Trish emerged shyly out of the bedroom swaddled in a blanket, her purpose for coming out being to retrieve her dress and underthings. But there in the living room seated upon the sofa was Nato whom had now turned a sexy smile towards her.

' Hey gorgeous, you're finally awake, what would you like I prepare, tea or coffee? ' asked Nato up on his feet approaching her.

' Wouldn't it be too early for coffee or tea? ' replied Trish her shyness suddenly gone.

' You're right, it actually would. Which only means, we should for now only focus on what's on the menu, us. ' said Nato having wittingly done away with the blanket.

Nato drew Trish in for a long tongue involved kiss, before sweeping her off her feet and into his arms like a bride, heading straight back into the bedroom where there won't be any form of interruptions till the sun comes up.