"You can be such a dick sometimes!"

Dante, who this insult was directed at, folded his arms and thrust out his lip in a pout. Childish, yes, but Lady, who was doing the yelling, didn't really expect much else from him.

Or was that a lie? She'd expected that for once he'd be able to pick up some groceries without her, but no. As usual, aside from the purple ooze in the back, the fridge was bare.

And as usual, Lady was pissed.

"Jesus, the one time I ask you to do something for me, Dante! The one time!" She seethed.

"Aw, come on babe! Shopping is hard!" moaned the hybrid. Lady's eye twitched.

"Stop whinging at me!"

"Well, stop asking me to do chicks jobs!"

Dante didn't quite manage to duck before the chair hit him and shattered.

"Why you sexist, chauvinistic, pig-headed bastard!' Lady screamed "You're plenty of stupid things, Dante, but I never took you for a cunt!"

"Isn't the word cunt a little bit sexist-?" Crunch "Ow. By which I mean… I'm sorry?" Lady rolled her eyes.

"Christ, Dante. If I'm as capable of kicking demon ass as you, how come you can't shop as competently as me?" She said, hands on her hips. Dante shrugged.

"Because you always do the shopping? It's not like I'm as experienced as you...' Lady glared at him "I just figured you liked being the homemaker."

"I am NOT a homemaker!"

"No need to scream, babe."

"Fuck you!"

"Not for about three months, if I recall!"

"You're such a pig!"

"Oink."

"What do you think I am, Dante? Your wife?"

"I dunno. Would you like to be?"

"I- what?"

Dante grinned as Lady's jaw dropped open and she stammered "w-what exactly do you mean by that?"

"Well, I'm thinking we've been living together for the past year or so… Maybe I am thinking of you as my wife. So… What do you say?" He flashed his disarming smile at her and Lady stared…

And stared…

And stared some more…

And finally she said;

"… Come again?"

Dante rolled his eyes. "Don't give me excuses to make a 'that's what she said joke' babe. What do you think?" He said, carefully approaching the stunned demon huntress.

"This is so not a good time to be asking me that! You were just in the middle of doing a very good impression of a chauvinistic pig-head if I recall!" Lady yelled, shaking herself out of her daze.

"Hehe, yeah. I am a pretty good actor."

Lady managed to resist throwing something else at him.

"So tell me, what kind of qualities do you look for in a wife, Dante? Obedience? Big tits? Idiocy?"

Dante rolled his eyes again "How about independence and brains and Kindness…?' he said, backing her up against his desk "Strength? Beauty? Sexiness…?" He leaned in and kissed her neck. Lady's eyelids fluttered closed.

"D-Dante?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"You're still going to have to learn how to shop."

"I figured that would be the compromise."

And he kissed his bride-to-be and she kissed him right back. Lady didn't care if Dante could be a dickhead sometimes. It was what made him who he was and she loved him for that. Fortunately, Dante didn't care if she was a bitch sometimes. He loved her all the same…

… But he was sadly mistaken if he thought she could be easily cajoled out of getting a big ol' diamond ring and a traditional wedding ceremony. Because demon huntresses are girls, and girls in the end, will always demand pay-dirt.

-End-

Happy second anniversary for 'Of curses and clichés.' I didn't do anything for the first one. ; Just felt like I should say another thank you to the people who were with the story during its creation and also, one to the people who have read it since its completion.

Cheers, guys.

-KD