((N.B. Hey all. Thanks for the reviews. They were very encouraging. I'll try not to give you too long of a wait period between chapters. So here is the next one. Had to be edited and is the reason for the high rating but that is acceptable. Here are the first of your curve balls.))

Curve Ball

Chapter 2

Within the centre of the city a giant cathedral rose, dominating the region it was built in with an impending ring of its bell caused by the severe winds tormenting the area. Standing at its sealed doors was a group of hunters. Demon hunters to be precise. Dante stood proudly at their lead, Trish standing just behind him with Lucia on the other side. Nero was back at Devil May Cry, protecting Kyrie, despite the fact she had trained to protect herself against the hordes of demons spilling from cracks in dimensions. Vergil stood there too though a little away from Dante as Lady bridged the gap between them.

"Well, we wanted some fun didn't we?" Trish questioned, holding her two pistols high as a bone shattering roar smashed all nearby glass. The very foundations of the building before them shook before completely collapsing as a centaur like demon strode from its ruin, cracking the ground around it with each step and causing minor earthquakes.

"And it looks like it's gonna be fun." Dante said with a cocky grin before all five devil hunters launched forth to attack the beast before it had any idea what was going on. It released an aggravated roar, swiping at the human and demons around it. With little desire for communication, it began attacking back.

The first to fall was Lucia who was thrown into a nearby city building and lost amongst the rubble of one barely standing floor until she recovered. It was shameful but unfortunately Lucia was unconscious and couldn't correct her mistake. The demon, while still suffering minor damage from those around it, emitted a guttural sound that was probably its form of laughter. Soon however it had to avert its attention to Lady who had found a soft spot in its armour and fired Kalina-Ann right into it. The huntress was more focused on damaging this soft tissue than actually paying attention to the beast that was sending its spiked tail towards her. Vergil however was a little more observant and on instinct, knocked Lady to the side slightly. They were both hit by the tail but with Vergil's act, had been spared the pain of being skewered which, as tough as Lady was, she wouldn't have survived.

The pair hit the ground with a painful crunch, mostly of cement but possibly of a broken bone on either part. They drifted along the ground before falling into one of the many cracks in the earth which was soon sealed over with demonic energy to spare the giant demon some trouble.

Given time to think as her head stopped spinning, Lady opened her eyes only to see a pale face glaring down at her. She went to speak but found her mouth just gaping open in shock. Vergil had saved her. Admittedly it wasn't really the first time but this time she wasn't going to think so little of it as her dying mind plant was suddenly revived. It didn't help that most of Vergil's weight was pressed on top of her either.

"Why did you do that?" she hissed, half from irritation, half from pain as she tried to move but found there was something wrong with one of her ribs. It was probably broken.

"Because you, fool were going to get yourself killed." Vergil growled back, popping a dislocated arm back into place while also trying to lift his form off Lady. However it didn't go as planned as his back merely hit the resistance of the demonic energy that had sealed them in. He let a low growl escape his throat as he glared over his shoulder, hoping his brother would injure the creature enough so that the barrier would fall soon. In that event, he was going to tear the thing limb from limb.

Lady meanwhile, stared to her side with an irritated blush on her cheeks for messing up. Her arrogance didn't just take one blow from the fact; it took two. Mainly because Vergil was there to chide her for it and whenever she failed the demon with petty mistakes she felt like a child who'd disappointed a well loved family member. She wasn't sure why but she cherished Vergil's respect and belief in her abilities so when she stuffed up before him it was somewhat of a big deal. She felt like punching herself but since that wasn't an option at the time she merely moved slightly to cause herself pain in punishment.

"Stop that. You have a broken rib." Vergil ordered, looking back to the huntress with an annoyed glare. He knew she was doing it deliberately; he'd seen her punish herself for failing him before. Like Lady, he didn't know why she held his faith in her so highly but this wasn't exactly the time to question it. Not with everyone else; including Lucia who was back in the fight, taking down the giant demon while they were stuck in a crevice. Unfortunately this was far more irritating than just being kept from the fight. There was also the matter of being pressed against Lady. Now, while not your average male, Vergil still had enough instinct in his mind to notice more than he would like, that Lady's bosom was pressed against his chest.

Any other man probably would have been fighting an embarrassing bulge at this point. Now, while Vergil wasn't actually fighting the condition he wasn't exactly not either. On what might be considered a bright side, there was no sign whatsoever that Vergil might find the close proximity a different level of uncomfortable. Lady on the other hand was fighting the urge to squirm away because thoughts caused by her seed and her own skin betraying her were making life a nice little hell for the huntress. So let's sum up the last couple of minutes. Failed Vergil, needed saving and got stuck in a crevice because of it. Broke a few ribs, didn't help by squirming and a moody demon was lying on top of her while she was hoping he'd mistake her increased heart rate as something else. In conclusion, Lady's life was a living hell and she was to blame for it.

A growling tremor as the beast half fell to its knees shook the earth with such velocity that inside their little gap the two hunters felt like an infant's rattle. That is of course until their foreheads connected, in which case the she-demon getting ever more irritated felt more like any person after a big twenty first. In other words she had a horrible headache.

"Ow! Watch it!" she hissed, glaring at the blue eyed man above her. He merely responded with his own glower. After all, she was the reason they were in this mess to begin with. Somehow Lady knew she was being chided again and hence, glared to her side while wishing she could get either of her hands to her forehead to rub it. This of course made her think about her hands and where they were. Her left arm was rather uncomfortably resting at her side, half underneath Vergil, and half under Kalina-Ann. Innocent enough, that one could be dealt with. Her right arm however, well. When it actually registered in the huntress's mind where that one was she suddenly wished death on a certain blonde devil for putting ideas in her head.

Reason being, she was quite certain that said arm or hand in particular was seated under the reproachful demon's crotch. This didn't sit well with Lady in the slightest so it was only inevitable she'd try her best, despite limited moving space, to move her arm anywhere else. It didn't matter where, just another place. It could only be expected then, that Vergil would also take note of a few important facts about their positioning. At first he tried to ignore it, even aid Lady in moving her hand elsewhere by trying, trying being the operative word, to give her more space to move it. As suggested however, this failed. In the end Vergil had to give in which bit on his pride a little more than he would have liked. If not his pride, his ego-centric attitude that told him he was above petty things like lust.

"Would you please desist?" Vergil half growled, refusing to look at the woman beneath him as she stared up in shock. If Lady looked long and hard enough, squinted her eyes and tilted her head just the smallest fraction to the left she could have sworn she saw a tinge of red on the cheeks of the devil she was stuck with. But even then it didn't really seem feasible. It was just too impossible for Vergil to be anywhere near that normal to actually feel anything other than arrogance and a greed for power. Of course Lady's traitor voice was quite smug at this time and believing otherwise. If she could actually physically take out this alter-ego of herself she would have done so and maimed it at that point.

Unfortunately she couldn't and just had to deal with the fact that a part of her was thinking Vergil was interested; interested enough to get aroused by her squirming beneath him. Imagine the possibilities if she were wearing less, fresh out of the shower and sprawled out on a bed waiting for him. Oh, the things he might to do her, the things she would do to him. It was at this point in her thought pattern that Lady mentally slapped herself upon realizing just what was going on in her head and it wasn't exactly what she wanted. Though sadly, part of her wanted it else she wouldn't have been thinking about it. And the worst part was she was smart enough to realize that. She emitted an aggravated growl, allowing Vergil to interpret it however he wanted. Not that he really noticed; he was finally at the stage of a normal male. That stage being 'think of unattractive things and cold showers'. Not that any of this worked, showers made some heretic in his brain think of Lady in one and every 'ugly' thing he thought of turned into Lady dressed in an alluring costume positioned rather suggestively.

Vergil had never quite achieved this stage of desire. Well, for anything non-power related that is. He wasn't exactly use to wanting a woman's flesh. He could admit, in silence that Lady was attractive and had he been the type, he would have played in courtship. But that had never meant dreams of her or half hoping she would and half hoping she wouldn't move that cursed hand again. The demon could only conclude that there was something terribly wrong with him. Perhaps he'd hit his head rescuing the poor excuse for a fighter or perhaps the creature that had sealed them in their limited space was playing with his head to hinder him should the demonic barrier fall.

Vergil was relaxing. Not completely but he still was. Lady could feel it. If not from the loosening of tension, from the fact his weight was pressing more and more onto her battered body. She bit back a grunt of pain as one of her broken ribs moved slightly under the pressure. In an instant Vergil was tense again as he lifted his form above her as much as he could which sadly, wasn't much. However this wasn't Lady's concern. Lady's concern was that he was trying not to cause her pain. Okay, not unheard of. Vergil wasn't the bastard he used to be but he wasn't the half-assed gentlemen that Dante almost was. Vergil wouldn't sacrifice his own comfort for the sake of others, especially not the pathetic excuse for a hunter Lady was. She felt like slapping herself for going back to the self-loathing before deciding she was allowed to be off her game. It was Trish's fault for putting thoughts in her head that would distract her. Satisfied with her conclusion, Lady couldn't help smirking.

"I don't see why you should be amused." Vergil's voice cut through her thoughts like a shake from reality causing her smile to vanish. Lady chanced a glance back to the demon who was staring at her with his usual frown. Something about him staring at her sent excitement through her body like wildfire. It didn't really help, it was hyping her senses. She could feel him more when she'd already been feeling him enough, pun intended. His scent burned her nose like some intoxicating aroma and keeping a straight face was all she could do as her every instinct told her to ravage the man before her. Distraction however is usually a good tactic and he had presented the bait.

"Well that's just failure of imagination on your part." she cockily purred, tilting her head back. Banter would probably be a life saver at this point in time. A single laugh rumbled in his chest as he sneered at the woman, glad to have the diversion.

"Or perhaps I just have a high enough intellect to not be able to delude myself." the blue eyed demon retorted. The smallest twitch in Lady's facial expression told him he'd managed to annoy her enough. He loved watching for that one minuscule movement. It made all his teasing worth it, to know that he was under her skin. Though, when he felt the movement of her right hand he did note that it was possibly dangerous in his current position.

"Watch your mouth Verge. I've got my hand in a convenient place if you piss me off." she warned him. He tried to move enough to solve his predicament but couldn't quite manage it much to his chagrin.

"You wouldn't dare." he murmured back, leaning just that fraction closer, keeping a rather stoic face. In truth he wanted to smirk arrogantly as he was quite certain she wouldn't though he couldn't deny a small part of him was worried she might. But it was only a small part.

"Try me." Lady responded letting as much haughtiness seep into her voice as she could. Mostly, her egocentric act was to keep from displaying the buzz she'd felt when Vergil's face had moved that bit closer to hers. For the rest of it, she was just playing the game that seemed to be uniquely theirs.

The two remained there, staring at each other at a standoff. Neither moved an inch. No muscle nor hair nor portion of their face moved to give way to the other. That is of course until the wonderful happened. No, that doesn't mean one of them gave in and let lust have its way. The barrier holding them in vanished.

Vergil was the first to notice. He didn't want to break eye contact; part of him saw that as losing. However, he had sworn to himself that he was going to tear that creature limb from limb so he had to move before his brother destroyed the thing on him. Within seconds he was up and moving at amazing speeds towards the beast, Yamato at the ready.

Lady meanwhile remained dumbfounded in the crevice, blinking at a stormy sky and the sounds of battle. Eventually her brain caught up with everything, trying its best to keep whiplash at bay as the huntress carefully sat up. She couldn't really say she wasn't in pain because quite frankly, she was. It was the kind of pain that made her want to scream her lungs out and punch the nearest thing because she was hurting and it was not. But she couldn't really do that, it was out of the question. So instead she stood up, hissed in pain and then heaved Kalina-Ann out of the gap she'd been stuck in.

Now, most people would have felt Lady's glare on the back of their neck. Most people would have sensed it, winced, glanced behind them and then run as far and fast as they could. Great beasty and the demon hunters fighting it however were far too preoccupied to notice their impending doom.

"Demon tip number one. There is a huntress called Lady. She's attractive but extremely dangerous. Proceed with caution around her." Lady explained to no one in particular as she unclipped a case from the back of her ammo skirt and then pulled out an oddly shaped and coloured rocket which was soon loaded into her favorite weapon. "Warning. This bitch bites." she growled, yanking Kalina-Ann from the ground and onto her shoulder. Yes, it did hurt immensely but Lady needed to clarify something. That she was dangerous and that one shouldn't piss her off.

So she fired her special rocket at the softest part of the beast. One minute it was there fighting, the next there was a large, loud and bright explosion.

That is the last thing most of the hunters remembered when consciousness came strolling their way again. Carefully Vergil and Dante stood amongst the ruin of one and a half blocks of city. Their opponent was gone and they couldn't even quite tell how it had been destroyed. All they could really do was blink at each other until Lucia and Trish pulled their own forms from the rubble.

"What the hell?" Trish shrieked, obviously annoyed at how everything had turned out. She had expected a half assed fight with some colossal demon, not to have portions of her clothing charred from an unknown explosion. Three of the hunters looked to each other confused before they all glanced to Lucia who was pointing at something. Following her arm they saw one injured, battered but rather smug Lady leaning on her biggest weapon.

"Some new test ammo. Has quite a bang huh? Just what I needed to make such a horrible day become great." the huntress half explained, more than amused at the shocked looks she was getting.

Vergil eyed the woman for a moment before releasing a short snicker and beginning to walk away. Now that he thought about it and knew more, it wasn't that surprising. As Vergil continued walking away so too did a stranger approach the group.

"Well, who's paying for this damage to the city?" the man asked, eying the group in irritation. All three girls immediately pointed to Dante who took a moment to realize that once again, the damage bills had been dumped on him.

"Hey!" he shouted in protest as the girls began walking away. Needless to say, he was not saved from his tax collector. The cocky devil should have gotten use to it by now. How often had he lost his pay-check to damage bills?

"So…Lady…going to read over Vergil's shoulder some more after a trip to the hospital?" Trish questioned as Lucia hid her own smile. Lady stumbled before staring at the blonde haired woman in surprise. How did she know? There was no real answer to the huntress' question but if she ignored it, it might go away.

Of course it didn't in the weeks to come but the thought had only been a hope anyway. But now Lady was healed and a little more prepared to snap at her female devil companions planting a metaphorical garden. Said planting had left her daydreaming of half naked evil men on occasion and then slapping herself every time she did it. Sometimes friends were a pain in the arse. Said annoyances were currently on the other end of the phone line.

"Hey, Lady! Get your butt to Devil May Cry!" Trish shouted with loud music blaring in the background. Obviously some sort of celebration was happening. "Dante's throwing a party because he finally finished paying off the damage bills! It's actually an excuse to invite Leila over but we're not meant to know that." She added with various giggles in between. Obviously she was drunk. "Verge is here too! And he's drinking! Best time to put subliminal advertising in!"

Lady immediately hung up while Trish continued rambling into the phone without any clue as to what had happened. That is of course until one of the several party goers that Dante had let Leila invite, dragged her to the 'dance floor'.

Meanwhile the devil huntress sitting at home alone was failing at distracting herself with TV. The idea was there, the seeds and plants were there. Vergil was drunk and running rampant inside her mind and curiosity was slowly getting the best of her. After all, a drunk Vergil was not a common thing. He might be more susceptible to sharing what he really thought, but did Lady want to know?

Letting out a frustrated scream she turned off the television and abandoned her couch. An inquisitive mind was rarely a good thing. In fact, it was quite bothersome. But it was the reason Lady spent half an hour arguing with her wardrobe and locating her one make up kit and blowing the dust of it. By the time she was leaving the house in a short black skirt and a pale purple strap top with a light, nearly unnoticeable layer of make up she wanted to slap herself silly. She felt like a teenage girl and that really wasn't a good thing.

Upon arriving at the business turned party house she was swamped by loud music, a mass of bodies and the various odours associated with drunken celebration. It took her fifteen minutes of trying to find Vergil before she was annoyed enough to give up and grab the first of many alcoholic beverages. At some point she was swamped by a drunken Trish and a completely smashed Lucia who was on the verge of passing out. Wasn't she meant to be responsible? Then again, maybe she was just sore that Dante was focusing all his attention quite publically on Leila, his current beauty of perfection. But she was a fling, all three huntresses were aware of this. But before Lady knew it she was dragging a passed out Lucia upstairs, tending to her for a few minutes before she could head back down. Trish had chosen to jump on her current male of interest while Lady did all this, making sure Lucia would be fine before she returned to the party.

Vergil was still no where to be seen. Oh, he was there, in the mass of bodies. But he kept avoiding Lady from the minute he saw her walk through those doors. He was drunk, he knew this. He was aware of his lack of usual control. Being aware of this, he also knew the heretic in his brain, who had grown confident thanks to a few things Trish had been saying to him, would gain control if desire appeared. It had purred at the edge of his mind, whispering of coming to play since the huntress had entered the building. Lady looked pretty for once and it hadn't done the silver haired demon any good. Admitting, even in his head, that Lady was attractive to the eye, was a bad thing. It just wasn't him. It was out of character and down right annoying. That didn't stop it from happening.

So when he had recognized attraction rearing its ugly head and observed that he was also drunk, Vergil had decided it was important to avoid the huntress else be damned to doing something incredibly stupid. He'd already passed his stupid quota by actually drinking. He should have known better after that last time with Dante. But of course we wouldn't have a story if Vergil managed to remain away from our beautiful devil huntress, would we?

The thing that made him break his 'avoid Lady' rule was quite simple. It was jealousy. Now, while helping drunkards and wandering aimlessly, at least from Vergil's perspective, Lady had gotten quite drunk herself. But the thing with Lady when she was drunk was she was aggressive. Well, more than usual. So when one punk tried to feel her up after nearly tripping over her she did the one thing she was bound to do. She punched him.

Now fair enough, that was a good reaction. Then she should have walked away or stumbled, whichever was more successful. But she didn't. Instead she stood there arguing with the dumb male. Now Lady was doing this because she was pissed off and she wanted to ruin the arsehole's day. But Vergil could only think of one thing. That arguing with Lady was his pleasure and so be damned if anyone else partook in it. Of course the drunken man wasn't taking any form of joy from arguing with a girl who had possibly just broken his nose but Verge wasn't aware of this.

The white haired demon was only aware of his anger and the need to remove the punk from the building. So he quickly strode across the room, pushing anyone that got in his way aside and not even registering their annoyed cries, and stepped between Lady and the stranger.

"You would do wisely to leave this building now." He threatened, his voice coming out in such a tone that even the people glancing over to the little drama wanted to run in terror. The drunken man tried to be defiant at first, returning Vergil's glare. But it didn't last long for Vergil can make very scary eyes when he wants to and despite the shame of it, the drunkard ran and he ran for his life.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Lady vehemently shouted, grabbing at the black sleeve of Vergil's dress shirt. A part of her was relieved to finally see him but mostly she was just offended that he had intervened.

"Getting rid of an annoyance." He coolly responded narrowing his eyes at Lady's face. She was wearing make up. That was strange. Unfortunately it was also alluring.

"I think I can handle it myself, I don't need you to protect me!" the huntress shrieked, shoving Vergil slightly who barely moved. Of course that pissed her off more and she suddenly wished she had a gun on her.

"I beg to differ." Verge responded, stepping closer to her. He didn't even realize he was doing it. He was too busy scrutinizing Lady. She was dressed nicely and wearing make up. Hell, she didn't even have a gun on her and yet she still held that tom boy aura. That dominance, that lack of female grace. "Why can't you be more feminine?" Vergil asked realizing only after he had spoken that unwanted words were leaving his mouth.

"What?" Lady hissed, glaring at the silver haired demon. Gun be damned, she would gut him with her nails. But her fury didn't worry him. In fact, he liked it. That infuriated expression, how tightly she clenched her delicate fists, how she held her body so that anyone else would be intimidated. He loved making her angry. That passion she showed that made her burn as if she were on fire. Of course this encouraged the heretic in his brain far more than Vergil would later like. But for now he was drunk and intellect be damned, drunk Verge wanted Lady.

Lady gasped when the devil's face got far closer than it had ever been. So close in fact that his lips pressed against hers. However when she opened her mouth to breathe in surprise she got more than his lips. He had taken it as an open invitation to shove his tongue into her mouth as he pulled her close. Oh, how many times had he dreamt of the day he'd been pressed against her form in that stupid crevice, how many times had the heretic pleaded to him to make it happen again? Now with the help of alcohol, he was there, feeling her chest pressed against his as he slid his hands over clothing and skin. Really, that clothing needed to go. But Vergil, even drunk and attempting to ravage Lady, was aware enough to decide Dante's office cross living room and current party packer, was not the place to strip the huntress. They needed to go upstairs.

Lady meanwhile was experiencing more than one head spin. Had Vergil just initiated a make out? Better yet, how good was that tongue? It made her feel heat in places she shouldn't even be thinking of. When he pulled away she trailed after him stupidly but she was too far gone to even recognize it. If she had been sober she would have been scolding herself for being too fragile and helpless as she begged for more kisses and nearly dropped to the ground as her knees gave way. But she was drunk, on more than alcohol, and Verge caught her in the end. In fact he was quite content to then pick her up, burying his face in her chest as she wrapped her arms and legs around him.

Somehow they made it to the stairs and better yet, while Verge was still carrying the woman, they made it up them without falling down. Somewhere from a couch there was a delighted holler from a blonde demon that was soon distracted by her male entertainment.

Meanwhile Vergil and Lady were in one platinum haired demon's room, not a first. When Verge had first come back Lady had been in there to care for him. This time was much different however. After all, she had never been tossed onto the bed covered in black and dark blue sheets that made her pale flesh stand out like a prize to the devil.

Greedily he drank in the image of her sprawled on his mattress. Lips swollen from their passionate exchange, breathing shallow as her lungs begged for oxygen that she kept denying them. It made his heretic purr in pleasure which of course came out of his mouth as well as he slowly crawled onto the bed and over the huntress. Selfishly she took his mouth again, coaxing his tongue toward hers which tasted like the sweetest victory he had known. Leaning down on her as he enthusiastically danced around her tongue with his, he decided it was about time he followed his plan to remove her clothing.

She whimpered, glaring at him when he leant back to pull the zips down on the side of her boots ever so painfully. She just wasn't satisfied with his pace as she kicked the annoying things away before sitting up and pulling him toward her by his shirt. While sending his mind into a delirium with the best kiss of his life, she removed his shoes without even taking herself away from him. Then she was tearing at his buttons to display that beautiful, muscled chest. While dancing her fingers across exposed flesh she slipped her mouth away from his only to place it on his throat.

Her mouth sucking ever so softly on the flesh made the demon's eyes roll back as he groaned no longer aware of what he was doing. But neither of them were else it would have stopped back downstairs. However, they still had much left in them.

Lady was dominating, a physical, lust filled argument that had them too far gone to be good but felt fantastic none the less. After biting her little lover mark she shoved Vergil to the side, sitting quite contently on his lap. But he didn't mind as he looked up at the woman ravishing him. It made him feel uncomfortable but so good in places he was trying not to think about. But Lady knew. She felt how aroused he was as she smirked at her companion. His turn.

With a startled yelp, Lady was back on the mattress as Vergil locked lips with her again, in the process grabbing at the bottom of her top. When he finally had it he pulled away only for the second it took to tear the thing over her head before discarding it unceremoniously on the floor. He was quick to explore her skin with his hands, enjoying every second until he decided bras were annoying things. That was soon gone too.

She was beautiful. Even with all her scars, they were just hers and he loved them as he slowly trailed his kisses down from her mouth. He stopped at her breasts, taking particular pleasure in rubbing his head against them and leaving a love bite just above each of them as if to mark his possession. Then he trailed down, kissing around her navel. Lady squirmed, arching her back and displaying just how flexible she was. Vergil felt his pants tighten even further. Needless to say, it was going to be one hell of a night.

Vergil was the first to wake up the next morning. His first thought was to harm whoever had given him that first drink, when he remembered whoever it was. Hangovers were horrible and sadly he might have to pay Lady a visit to fix the problem. His next thought had been noticing he lacked clothing. That was unusual, he didn't really sleep naked. But of course he soon realized why he was naked. Noticing the warm body he was holding he quickly opened his eyes alert. Said person who was meant to be curing his hangover was lying in his bed, also quite naked. Then the night came back to him. Well, pieces of it. He could remember avoiding Lady, something to do with Trish and something to do with some man who he didn't like but couldn't remember why. He also remembered that someone had punched this man in the face and broken his nose, he wasn't sure if he had been the one to do it however. But the one thing he did remember was passionate, hot interactions with the girl sleeping soundly beside him. That quickly unnerved him as he pulled his arms carefully away from her.

He was Vergil. He didn't do these things. Be damned his image, he didn't actually care about that. But he knew, logically he had no interest in Lady other than their banter. This was going to put a very awkward twist on things. Vergil wasn't into relationships. He couldn't see himself taking Lady out to romantic dinners or cuddling on the couch. Hell, he couldn't even see himself doing her for pleasure. Yet somehow something had happened last night that should not have.

Carefully he crept off the bed. He needed to think and he needed to think a lot. This was an unusual situation for the silver haired man and he needed to go somewhere else and sort it out in his head.

Deciding to ignore the discarded clothes on the floor, he didn't want to think about them, he chose to grab a fresh shirt and pants. As he dressed he inspected the various scratches and love bites on his skin. For a moment he remembered it was good. But then he shooed the thought away, deeming it bad as he quickly left his room. Everyone else was still asleep, passed out in random places. Some of the strangers had stumbled off on a drunken adventure; others were still there passed out with the rest of the devil hunter crew.

Lady woke up an hour or so later. Her first thought was about hangovers and being cold. Then her eyes sprung open. She remembered, oh she remembered every little detail. She had been good for remembering every stupid thing she did when she was drunk and this was no exception. Carefully she sat up as if moving too fast would somehow end her life, like Vergil was stalking in the shadows ready to kill her for breaking his character. But he was nowhere in the room and suddenly Lady had to bite her tongue. Ouch.

It wasn't like she didn't expect it now that she was sober but it still hurt. To sit up and see no sign of the man she had been with just hours before. To think that maybe she had just fucked up a good friendship and also made her work the hell kind of awkward.

"God damn Lady…you're such a baby…" she hissed at herself with a mixture of self-loathing and depression in her voice as tears slipped from her eyes only to be quickly wiped away. But they were easily replaced.

It took her half an hour to make herself appear as if she was just tired and hadn't been silently crying over her mistake. Then she dressed and as quietly and stealthily as possible, she left the building. Fortunately everyone was still asleep or at least everyone that mattered. A few strangers were awake and slowly making their way to the door to leave as well.

Fresh air helped a little with the huntress's depression but it also woke her brain up as she pondered things such as missions in the future and how she could avoid Devil May Cry without making it too obvious. Of course as Lady goes, depression and a failure to resolve the problem turned into the one thing it always did; anger.

"Fucking hell. That stupid bastard. I should kill him." She spoke out loud to herself as she stalked home. She was sad and in pain and by all things important, she was going to hate him for it. After all, he had been the one to kiss her first. So if he wanted to be an arse over what had happened then so be it, she was going to be a bitch and make his life hell.

With that moody little thought to make her happy she soon strode onward to her home, almost with a skip to her step as she thought of torture being inflicted on a man she currently disliked.