Author's Note: Inspired by Freezepop's Less Talk More Rokk and Guitar Hero.

Disclaimer- IvoryTear's doesn't own Devil May Cry, nor does she make any profit from this work of fiction.


Less Talk More Rokk

"What the? How are you so good at this?" Nero asked exasperatedly, as he threw down his plastic guitar.

"Practice," Lady stuck her tongue out at him.

Nero blushed and scratched his nose, "I'm going to get something to drink. You want anything?"

She shook her head no, fingers dancing across multicolored buttons beating his high score.

"He likes you," a voice came from the couch as Nero disappeared from the room.

Lady turned to see Vergil reading some dusty old tome written in god knows what.

"Yeah, I know," she grinned, "it's cute."

Vergil rolled his eyes as she turned back to the television.

"You're not going to do anything about it?"

She shrugged, "Why should I? It's just some silly little crush. He'll get over it."

"Crush? It's been two and a half months. Quite frankly, I'm tired of his doe-eyed demeanor."

"And quite frankly, I don't give a damn," Lady smiled cheekily, heterochromia eyes flashing, "besides, you're starting to sound a little jealous there, Vergil."

He snorted, "Please. I'm just sick of his infatuation. It's highly annoying."

"Uh-huh," she grinned, attention going back to the pattern being displayed on the screen.

He sniffed haughtily returning to his book, ignoring her presence. As the song wrapped up, Lady sat down her guitar and flopped down onto the seat cushion next to Vergil.

"If it makes you feel any better, you can stake a claim, ya know?" she breathed into his ear.

An eyebrow quirked up, "How so?"

A devilish grin flashed across her features, "I've got a few ideas."


"Ha, you owe me!" Dante crowed.

Nero pouted, "Not cool, old man. You set me up from the beginning."

The two turned away from the steamy scene unfolding on the living room couch.

"It was only time. Now give me the twenty bucks you owe me, punk."

Nero fished out a bill from his pocket, sullenly handing it over.

"Pleasure doing business with you, kid," Dante grinned, "wanna see if Trish is up for a little bet? All ya gotta do is hit on Lady some more and I bet we can make Verg crack even more. "

Nero laughed, "Hells yeah. We need to bet big with her, I know she can afford it; she's always stealing your money."

Dante glowered at him, "Not funny. Not funny at all."


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