I was soo happy to receive all those nice comments *_*

I hope you did see I added the second part of the last chapter and made it a complete chapter two. Also I've made a few announcements and gave you Infos about how old Patty was in the anime, how old she's now and so on. So, be sure to check this if you haven't read it because otherwise this story could at a some points look AU to you, what it's not. It's completely within the Original Universe of the Devil May Cry:D

Hope you like this very short chapter...was just an idea that popped into my mind ^_^

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Lipstick

Rain is purring hard against the clattering windows of the Devil May Cry. My own skeptical glance is staring back at me, showing off my insecurity of choosing. Yes or no?

"You got a date or what?" he asks, eyes closed like I know, boots on the desk and a magazine hiding his face.

I don't have the slightest idea why the hell I'm lying about it without even frowning.

"Yes" I answer, a little bit snappy. The truth is, I'm only meeting with Joanne, the girl that sits right beside me in class.

My free left hand strokes across the scarlet dress I'm wearing, removing any nonexistent frowns in the soft fabric.

None of my classmates know about my habit, wearing flashy, princess like dresses at home - Devil May Cry included due to the fact I'm almost always here - the only exception being my closest friends Joanne and Tristan. Dante does know neither, he never cares enough to see the friends I hang out with after school.

It's not like I do a lot with them, just a few times a month when Dante is busy.

I sigh, pushing back the feeling of guilt for always spending time with him instead of friends my own age. It's pathetic, I know, but my excuse is very simple: My mother has begun to worry an awful lot about me, always insecure of my safety. Especially in the beginning of our living together, she didn't want to leave my side at all, always fearing a demon could try catching me for the power of my medallion. But her attitude became more relaxed when she realized I spent my free time somewhere around Dante, who had, by chance, destroyed the amulet. It wasn't needed anymore and like this, no more demons had their attention on the weak piece I treasured. Sure, it hurt a lot seeing it crack but my mother was at my side now so I didn't need it as much anymore. I had her instead.

Back to reality, I now see my face snap out of the thoughts and I finally apply the red colour on top of my lips. The lipstip feels soft, smothering and a little bit too creamy but I smack my lips together in the attempt of clearing any unevenness and eventually flash me a smile.

I turn on my heels, the dress flowing in the air, giving me a feeling like being Marilyn Monroe. I laugh, turn around and see Dante getting up from his chair, the magazine drifting to the ground. He looks tired and his eyes focus on me for only a mere second before he yawns, stretching his arms.

I blow him a playful kiss, giggling quite immature but not caring at this moment, still happy with the result of my only today bought little make up. It was a coincidence buying it. On my way to Dantes shop I walked pass a store window, a lipstick displayed in it. It was a mixture between dark und scarlet red and it reminded me of Dante the moment my eyes saw it.

I had to get it, even though I still don't know the cause of this urge.

I hear a snort, snapping out of my memories and see Dante right in front of me, towering above me. I have to look up really high, the top of my head still reaching only his chest.

Blue eyes give me a lazy look, very abruptly wandering down to my lips and I see a very unpleasant expression on his face. Mostly, it's still boredom but there are hints of annoyance and amusement in it. Amusement in a bad, laughing at me way.

I frown.

"What?" I ask him sharply but he doesn't even twitch. He never does.

"This looks awful" he says in his calm voice.

"Excuse me?!" I snap back, on the verge of giving him a speech about how he dares telling me that.

I'm just about to open my mouth but his hand on my chin stops me.

His fingertip brushes across my lower lip in a unbearable soft motion, turning bright red from the thick texture of lipstick. My mouth is open, prepared to say something but my mind is empty, not able to comprehend what is happening right now.

My heart beats in a wild, loud rhythm and it feels like it hammers a tattoo into my ribs, with every strong thump deeper under my skin, tingling with a kind tension I don't know how to describe.

Heat swirls up inside of me, flowing like fire through my whole body, through every vain, leaving in a hot, burning sensation I don't understand at all.

"This is nothing for kids" He flicks his tongue, like he had done years ago, when I had thrown over the picture of his mother, and rubs the last rest of colour from my now again natural lips. His eyes are focused on his fingers, annoyed but I can't care this very moment.

I stare.

Up into his deep blue eyes, my heart missing a beat as he suddenly looks up, right back into my own.

He pauses, my blood circulation ringing loud inside my ears and my legs feeling like they give in any second.

I can't breathe.

And suddenly, everything is over, a painfully loud ringing interrupting this, at least for me, awkward and strange situation.

He's already turned around, grabbing the phone.

I'm still standing like a statue, not able to move an inch.

My heart still beats like crazy, it almost hurts and all I can think about is his finger on my lips.

By the time Dante says something about an urgent demon attack, he's out of the door and I'm still standing in his shop like a lost kid.

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