Author's Note: I've made this a two shot instead of the original one. I was asked to elaborate a bit more and so it is my pleasure to give you guys this. I hope it meets your expectations megagirlonline21. :)

I apologize in advance for any errors.

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"Vergil," Ailie murmured, still disbelieving what she was seeing.

He grasped her hand and led her out onto the dance floor.

"It has been quite some time," he spoke into her ear, pulling away to gaze into her eyes.

Ailie's violet eyes narrowed in anger, "Whose fault was that?"

"I left for the betterment of us both," he frowned, "I thought you would have understood that."

"Yeah, well next time it would be nice to be included in the decision making," she spat, trying to pull herself away.

"Ailie, I—"

A loud smack resounded as Ailie wrenched out of Vergil's grasp and slapped him.

"No! No more of your excuses. You left me, Vergil," she bit her lip, willing her tears away, "you can't just waltz in here and expect me to forgive you at the drop of a hat."

She turned and marched off in the direction of the entrance.

"Wait!" Vergil called after her.

He caught up to her out on the veranda where he first met Dante that evening.

"Listen, I can explain," he grabbed her forearm and spun her around to face him.

He watched as she hid her face behind her long, black hair.

"I don't really want to talk to you right now," she whispered.

He tilted her chin up and saw the tears in her eyes.

"Ailie, I only left to protect you," he brushed the hair back from her face.

"From what?" she sniffed.

"Myself," he wiped the tears from her eyes.

"You?" her eyes widened incredulously.

"Yes, I must say my habits are not ones easily understood by others nor are they safe," he sighed, letting his arms drop down to his sides.

"Vergil," Ailie paused before pressing on, "you should have just come to me. That's what you're supposed to do in those situations. You're not supposed to just run off and think everything will be alright. I was pissed at you... still am, really."

Vergil smirked, "I hadn't realized."

She smiled, "Next time, you'll learn to listen to me."

"Next time?" he quirked one silver brow.

"I'm not saying I forgive you, but I'm willing to let you work it off," she grinned.

"That's all I can ask for, m'lady," he gave a low bow, kissing the back of her hand.

She laughed aloud and pulled him into a hug, "It better not happen again."

"I am reluctant to promise that which I have no control over."

She gave a slow nod, "That is acceptable, I suppose. Just come to me first, okay?"

"I will try my best," Vergil agreed.

"We should get back in there before Dante thinks I killed you and swears vengeance," Ailie said as she linked arms with Vergil.

"Vengeance has already been sworn, Ailie," Dante grinned from the open doorway.

Ailie sighed, "I guess it will just have to be a fight to the death."

Dante nodded solemnly, "There really is no other option."

They both gazed at each other seriously before breaking into loud guffaws of laughter.

"What are you guys doing out here?" Trish poked her head out, looking between Dante and Ailie.

"Lunatics, the both of you," Vergil rolled his eyes.

"And yet you're stuck with us," Dante grinned.

"Not by choice with one of you," Vergil smirked at Dante's glare.

"I'm going to take that as a compliment," Ailie smiled up at Vergil, squeezing his arm.

"Are you guys coming or what? Kyrie is about to throw the bouquet," Trish smiled excitedly.

"So, Trish you're not going to try and catch it, right?" Dante laughed nervously as he followed her back inside.

"Buffoon," Vergil shook his head.

"What if I catch it?" Ailie snarked.

"That shows you have superior skills to those around you," shrugged Vergil, "not to mention a bouquet of flowers in your possession."

Ailie rolled her eyes, "I really think you missed the point."

The two made their way back into the wedding reception, side by side.


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