A/N
Well I've been browsing through the "Devil May Cry" section for the last couple of days and was sad to see hardly any fics witha Dante/Lady pairing so I decided to write my own. This takes place after the 3rd game. I hope you enjoy it and I welcome reviews no matter how small.
The rating may or may not go up depending on certain...adult situations later on.
Disclaimer: I don't own Devil May Cry 3 (obviously) and as always this is written for fan purposes only.
The sound of a phone ringing echoed throughout the empty room, its cold and harsh sound tearing through the peace and tranquillity of the urban building. The walls reverberated with a hollow note and from one window thin tendrils of light snaked into the room through gaps in the broken shutter. A swirl of dust could be seen highlighted by the pale sunshine as it whirled about the room and on the wall the sound of a clock ticking could be heard faintly as background noise.
The walls were bare plaster except for where posters scattered one side and opposite the main entrance an old wooden desk stood on wobbly legs, on its surface was the phone which was trembling with each piercing sound and a pile of empty pizza boxes.
"Alright, alright give me a chance." A voice muttered from somewhere outside the room and a door hidden by shadows at the far side of the area was knocked open, the creak of hinges echoing briefly. Heavy boots stamped along the floor, dust swirling around them as the tall and lean figure made its way across the room. Pausing beside the phone a pair of cool but vivid eyes watched the phone, daring it to ring again with that stony gaze. Apparently the phone was courageous.
He cursed, thumping one fist against the wooden tabletop causing the receiver to jump up and with his free hand he caught it mid-air, raising it to his ear with a fluid motion.
"We're closed try again tomorrow." He said, tone gruff and filled with irritation.
"Don't you DARE put the phone down!" A fuming voice erupted from the other side almost deafening him. He put a little more space between the phone and his ear before sighing, was this girl never going to give him a break?
"Listen, it's Sunday. I'm tired. No work. No using of the phone." He spoke deliberately slowly hoping that somehow she would get the message and leave him alone for once, was it so much to ask?
"Please don't tell me you've forgotten what day it is!"
"Sunday, didn't I already mention that?"
"DANTE! It's Monday you idiot now get your arse over here right now or god help me I'll come over there and introduce you to a friend of mine!"
"Is she single?"
The phone went dead, a single note droning on and on.
With a sigh he replaced the receiver and flopped back, body collapsing in the black chair that stood behind the desk. From here he had a good view of the main entrance and of the grey clouds he could see in one of the windows that was free from a shutter. It looked like it was promising to be yet another miserable day in this even more miserable city. He also had a sinking feeling that he wasn't going to be introduced to a bouncy blonde but rather abullet to the face. That wasn't going to be something he was looking forward to.
She was a pain...
She disliked him...
So why were they still keeping contact?
It was a question that the silver haired demon often asked himself when he was staring into her cold and usually anger-filled face or listening to her as she cursed and yelled at him for doing something idiotic. Perhaps in some perverse way he enjoyed being kept on track by the woman. A grin slid across his finely featured face, yes it was highly amusing to get her aggravated, it was just a shame it was so easy to do. Now if only he could get her to relax and act a little more normal, perhaps that was the challenge he had been searching for. He could take out demons with a simple push of a trigger or swing of a blade, but to make the Lady smile...that would be hard!
With a sigh he leaned back in the chair further, making adequate room to swing his legs up to rest upon the desk. He really needed a calendar or something to help him keep a record on what day it was, he had completely forgotten about the job he had promised to do involving some strange goings on in the poorest part of the city. Why Lady insisted on going with him however was anyone's guess, he hadn't heard whether any demons were there and it wasn't like her to come along on a job that seemed more like a joke than anything. It didn't matter to him, this joke paid.
He rocked himself once again inthe chair, listening as the legs creaked from the strain and then suddenly he felt himself falling back. With quick precision he pulled his legs up and flipped over backwards coming to land neatly on the back of the chair which had fallen onto the ground with a loud clatter. One of these days it was going to break and then he would be stuck sitting about on the floor.
"I guess that's my cue to leave." He spoke aloud before reaching over and grabbing his crimson coat from its hanger. The lengthy garment had recently been mended, bullet holes and numerous tears sewn up so that it looked almost brand new. He slipped into it casually, shrugging it into place before checking that his pistols had been reloaded and that his sword was strapped into place on his back. It wouldn't take him long to reach his destination and it also wouldn't do any harm for the girl to wait by herself and cool down for a bit. Then with exaggerated slow steps he strode to the door, pushing it open and stepping out into the cold morning. There was a strange humidity in the air and a metallic colour in the clouds that seemed to promise storms and yet his breath caught in the air bringing to life the chill that also flowed between the buildings. What a wonderful day to splatter the innards of demons across the ground!
Part of Dante wanted to find some demons to kill, it was a great way to deal with stress and tension as well as keep him fit, but he also hoped that this would prove to be nothing but a hoax so that he could go home and stay there for the rest of the day, he wasn't in the mood to be messed about with today...
"Well it's about time, I see you didn't rush to get here." The young woman eyed him angrily, mismatched eyes narrowing and darkening with the beginnings of a lecture. Already the skies above them had darkened and rolled in to block the sunlight and cast them into shadow, Lady was standing on the stoop of an abandoned building, her slender form leaning against a rotting wooden beam that helped hold up the small triangular roof above her head. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest , trim but curvy legs as always disappearing into bright red boots and short locks of dark brown hair framed a somewhat elegant yet annoyed face.
"Thanks for waiting babe." The silver-haired demon grinned, approaching her with hands jammed in pockets and a shimmering of amusement lingering in his cool eyes. Too easy.
"Don't you'babe' me, we have a job to do or had you forgotten that?"
"I think you're forgetting something Lady."
"What's that?"
"I'm Dante the almighty and unbeatable, no demon is going to be so tough it'll keep me busy all day. One shot." He raised one pistol and pretended to aim it at an imaginary demon's head. "Bang! They disappear in a puff of smoke and it seems I'm the victor once more."
"You're ego never ceases to amaze me." She snarled raising her own pistol and squeezing the trigger. In less than a second the small bullet had skimmed the space just above Dante's shoulder.
"Hey watch it! I only just got this coat mended."
"Shut up!" She yelled, gritting her teeth together as she strode purposefully past him.
"You won't be saying that when I send you the bill!" Or maybe she would...with a shrug he tilted his head up to the sky, a rumble of thunder echoing from the belly of the darkening clouds, it probably wouldn't be long before it started raining.
With a sigh the devil broke into a run, the sound of his boots echoing around the empty street as he went, slowing down as he reached her he raised his hands and held them up behind his head.
"So, did you miss me?" He asked through a grin, glancing down at the woman through the corner of his eyes. Her face was set in a stern expression but somehow it seemed less strong than usual, as if she was tired.
"Did you miss me?" She growled through her teeth, answering with another question.
"No not really." He shrugged, eyes scanning the area ahead.
"The feeling is mutual." She replied, quickening her pace as she spoke. As usual the Kalina Ann was slung across her back, belts of ammunition hanging from pockets and pistols jammed in their holsters that draped from her hips. Her white blouse with its short sleeves that flared out at the elbows was not tight enough to be revealing but perfect enough to hint at the slender form hidden beneath. She was perhaps not the prettiest girl that Dante had ever laid eyes on but there was something else that made her quite captivating. Perhaps it was her 'never give up' attitude that made her so charming. It was a shame that she happened to be a right annoying bitch otherwise the demon may have made a move on her by now.
"Oh well, a guy can't have everything." He mumbled to himself, tilting his head up just as the clouds above decided to burst open. A torrent of rain hit them full force, lancing from the sky like blades and hitting the ground so hard it bounced upwards before finally settling. It pattered noisily against the floor and the buildings, a roaring sound that consumed them both and soaked them within minutes.
It wasn't long before both Lady and Dante had broken into a run, water streaming down their faces as they made for one of the back street alleys where the buildings overhung and created a shelter from the storm. They paused here, Lady clutching at her knees as she caught her breath before slumping against the wall beside the demon.
"This is all your fault." She muttered sourly, brows knitting together in a frown.
"What? Hey babe even I can't control the weather."
"If you had gotten here when I told you then we probably would have been finished by now!"
"Well what gets me is why you're here anyway, it's pretty obvious that there are no demons about."
"Not counting you of course!"
"Whatever, You're a real party killer, you know that?"
She whirled around to face him, short dark hair clinging to her face, rain beading on herlong eyelashes and dripping down the curve of her cheek. Her contrasting eyes narrowed slightly as she glared up at him, one hand hovering above the holster, fingers twitching as she tried to decide whether to waste a bullet on this pathetic demon or not.
"You know as well as I do that this could be a serious situation, I came here today because I knew you'd muck this up with your cocky attitude. Now if you don't shut your mouth I'll put a bullet through your head."
"Again? Remember the last time you did that Lady?" He indicated his forehead and laughed, "that method doesn't seem to work."
"But it'll sure make me feel better." She snapped, "that's it, I think you should just go home and leave this to me."
"Oh really." He quirked an eyebrow.
"Don't look at me like that, I can handle it! I've faced much worse than this before I even met you." She whirled round on her bright red heels and started out of the alley.
A distant sound rippled through the air, the distant call of a strange tortured beast...a demon.
Whirling forwards with inhuman speed the half breed raced up behind Lady, one arm winding around her waist and the other snaking up to clamp around her mouth as he dragged her back into the shadows of the alley. Whatever it was out there it sounded angry and there were a lot more of them where that came from. Not that the Dante was scared...he was just curious. He had never heard a sound quite like that before.
The girl in his arms wriggled furiously to get free, both hands tugging to free his fingers from her mouth and her legs kicking wildly at his legs from where he had lifted her from her feet. He growled and backed up further, stumbling as she landed a hefty kick to his knee and knocking back into the wall.
"Will you quit it!" He hissed into her ear, snatching his hand away as she sank her teeth into his finger.
"What the HELL do you think you're doing?" She growled, her face heating up with rage and embarrassment. Now that she had stopped squirming she could fully appreciate the warmth and strength of his arms wrapped around her midsection and his deep masculine scent that invaded her sense of smell. The muscular chest that she was held pressed against was solid and strong, the ripple of well-toned muscles sending a shiver down her spine.
"Be quiet will you." He growled, "do you trust me?" He questioned, a sincere look in his silvery eyes.
"What are you --"
"We're going to throw them a surprise party." He grinned and the arms that remained around her waist tightened as he crouched down a little.
"No, wait!" But any objection she had came too late as he leapt skywards with her held tightly in his arms so that escape was impossible.
Tiles cracked beneath his feet as he landed on the gently sloping roof the rain hammering noisily against them covering the sound as he lowered Lady to her feet andcrouched downhimself so he remained out of view. The girl dropped down beside him and angled her head a touch in his direction. "When this is over I swear I'll kill you, you bastard." She growled angrily.
"Well aren't you feisty today." His grin widened and he winked at her before moving off slowly across the roof, soaked stands of silver hair falling across his face as he went.
Lady hesitated for a moment, eyes tracing the lines of his broad shoulders that were tucked away beneath the leather of his red coat which had an incredible glossy sheen in the rain. Lightning forked downwards from the sky - jagged white-hot fingers lancing in all directions, a brilliant flash against the dark. The beautiful, natural phenomenon was accompanied with a vicious crackling that sent a tremble of fear down to settle in her gut. The sky seemed exceptionally cruel today.
With a shake of her head to clear it of any thoughts she followed after the devil, trying to move as swiftly as possible without slipping on the wet tiles and falling to the ground below. She paused just behind Dante, taking careful note of his hand signal, a sign to keep quiet. They had been on quiet a few demon-slaying missions together since the mishap involving her father but they had never been like this. The girl feared nothing especially now that Dante had helped her get revenge for her mother's death but for some reason nerves fluttered through her. Was this some kind of a indication that this was not going to turn out another normal day?
Even from here she could see the collection of demons that had gathered around a battered old statue of a warrior that had been situated in the centre of the town. Their strange aluminous green eyes piercing the gloom and large jaws opening and closing in silent speech revealing piercing fangs. Their skeletal like forms moved with surprising agility and many of them held strange weapons in long, claw-like fingers. There were so many of them that it made her dizzy to watch the moving mass of demon bodies, dark cloaks flapping and merging, waves of eyes glowing in the shadows. How many were there exactly? One hundred? Two maybe? She shuddered and lowered her hand, gripping the handle of a dagger thathung from a belt loop
"Oh this is going to be fun." Dante smirked from his position just ahead, turning back to glance at Lady. A frown briefly settling on his pale face. "what's wrong?" he sneered, "ya scared?"
"Don't be stupid, I never get scared!"
"Never?"
"Never!" She confirmed through gritted teeth. It was strange how at one hand she could consider this man her hero, a saviour...her friend, and then on another he could be her worst enemy. No one had ever been able to rile her as much as this hybrid and it made her almostsick with rage.
"Well then, are you ready?" The demon asked and she locked eyes with him for a moment before nodding sharply.
"Of course."
"Alright! It's party time!" He yelled, the flap of a leather coat rising up above the rain, and across the way hundreds of glowing eyes turned to face them.
to be continued...