A/N: What's wrong with me? This is the last thing I should be doing, starting a new story and what not. But DMC has been on my brain and I've been itching to write something about it. So I'm doing just that. To be honest, the name for the OC in this story was extremely hard to come up with because I am so bad at thinking of names I haven't used. I went through five sites of different names, including Japanese names. None of them fit what I was looking for. But then, I came across the name Primrose. Now, don't go thinking that I picked it based off of Primrose Everdeen from The Hunger Games. I did not. I looked up the meaning of the name after I found it on one of the name sites. And I actually felt like it was a suitable name to use because of its meaning(s). Prim and Dainty yet offbeat, and it's flower meaning: I can't live without you. So that's why I have decided to give the OC the name Primrose. Also because I think it's rather unique ^^! Anyway, this is starting off a little before DMC3 and it will go into the events of it and a little after the events of it...I think xD but please do enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own DMC. It belongs to Capcom. I wish I owned Dante xD I only own my OC's.

1. Homeless and Broke

"Get out of my house!"

"You can't kick me out! I'm your own flesh and blood!"

Several people stopped walking as they could hear the yelling coming from the small house, most of them scrambling away when they heard glass shattering and other objects being thrown.

"I don't give a damn! I want you out of my house! NOW!"

"You want me out of your house? Fine!" the front door flew open and a young woman stormed outside, a man that was most likely in his mid forties following and stopping to stand in the doorway to watch the young woman's retreating back. She turned around, her eyes holding a cold and angry glare in them, "I'm out of your house now! And I'm not coming back. Ever! So I hope you have fun starving and living in a filthy house because I'm the only one whoever cooked and cleaned for you! Have a nice life old man!" with that said, she turned on her heel and marched off, smirking as she heard the front door to the house slam shut.

Her smirk faded once she was at least a block away from what she used to call home. She couldn't believe it. Her own father had kicked her out. And why? Because she was apparently old enough to care for herself. Though she was legally an adult, that didn't mean she was ready to go out on her own. She barely had enough money to even buy a decent meal!

Despite having just been kicked out of her house by her own father, a part of her felt relieved. Ever since her mom had passed away and she was handed over to her father, she had understood why her parents were separated. Her mother had a decent job that could keep them in a stable home and all their financial needs under control, while her father had been the complete opposite when she had moved in with him. She had lost count of how many times they had moved over the years because her father couldn't either keep a steady job or get enough money to pay the rent each month. They had been lucky enough to stay in a shelter whenever they were homeless. It had been 3 years ago when he had finally gotten enough money to buy them a decent house.

It wasn't that he was a bad dad. Well, there were moments where she felt like he was a terrible father, but he tried his best. Sure, he couldn't cook anything without setting the house on fire, something that had happened once when she had been around 9 years old. She never allowed him near the oven after that. The only thing he was allowed to cook was a TV dinner. And even then there were times where she was afraid he would blow the microwave up. He never had time to clean the house because he was always working, so she would do it instead. She would cook instead of making him eat TV dinners every night. And she would do the laundry so he would have clean clothes to wear to work everyday.

It was more like she was the parent and he was the child.

It didn't matter now anyway. He had thrown her out into the world on her own. And she had no intention of going back after the way he had treated her.

It gave her a good enough excuse to leave the shit hole she called "home". But where could an 18 year old go with only a buck-fifty? It was nowhere near enough to buy a bus fare or an airplane ticket!

"Ugh, this is ridiculous…" she muttered, her hands stuffed in her jacket pockets. She couldn't think of what to do. It didn't help that it was starting to rain either. Annoyed, she looked up at the cloudy night sky. "Then the clouds opened up and God said, 'I hate you Primrose Milandy!'" she shouted to the high heavens, thunder rolling across the sky. She grumbled in response and pulled her hood up to keep her head dry, stuffing her hands back in her pockets and continuing her way down the dark streets.

Primrose had a few options: She could go stay at the homeless shelter for a few days until she had thought of a solid plan. She scratched the idea out when she remembered that the shelter was all the way on the other side of town, and she didn't feel like walking all the over there in the rain, let alone in the dark. There was no way in hell she would make a sign from a piece of carboard that said 'Please allow me a place to stay!' or 'Please spare some change!'

She could find a job that paid well enough, but even she knew that option wasn't a good plan. The jobs around here sucked. Her fathers many jobs over the years had proved that long ago.

As she passed the local club Love Planet, she considered going inside to see about getting a job.

"Yeah, get a job as a hooker. That's a genius plan, Prim. Go and let yourself be exposed to STD's and god knows what else."

Though she knew that many of the women who worked the streets and inside the club got a decent pay, Primrose was one who did not believe offering your body to some stranger could be a called a "job".

As a strong wind blew, she couldn't help but shiver. She was soaking wet and she was starting to get cold as she stood in front of the club. Thinking it wouldn't hurt to go inside to just get out of the rain, she hurriedly made her way inside.

Primrose welcomed the warmth of the building, removing her hood and running her fingers through her damp hair, pulling at the strands that had managed to get plastered to her face. She looked around, hoping to find an employee or anyone who knew where the bathroom was. The teen started to push her way through the crowd, muttering apologies to everyone she ran into as she trudged towards the bar.

"Hey there sweetie! Can I get you a drink?" Primrose looked up and noticed a woman behind the bar smiling at her while she served a beer to a man with white hair, waving her over. Quietly, she approached the bar, stopping at the counter.

"Actually, I'm just looking for the bathroom." Primrose explained, adjusting the backpack that was slung over her shoulder.

The bartender smiled and pointed to a set of two doors a few feet away. "Right over there honey. Help yourself."

Primrose thanked her quietly before walking to the doors quickly, running into the women's restroom and over to the mirror. Her hair was wet, plastered to her face. Whatever makeup she had been wearing earlier was gone with the exception of the mascara she had been wearing. It was running down her face, making it look like she had been crying or something. Her clothes were dripping wet and her jacket and shirt were plastered to her body.

All in all, she looked like crap.

She grabbed a paper towel and turned the sink on, wetting it and wringing it out before she began to clean her face off so she wouldn't look like some ridiculous clown, even though she already looked like one, minus the ridiculous clothes, red nose and big shoes. Once her face was clean, Primrose pulled her backpack off of her back and unzipped it to see if the clothes she had managed to pack were dry. She was happy to see that they were, and quickly stripped off her jacket and shirt, pulling out a dry one and another jacket to change into.

If only she had packed an umbrella.

She brushed her hair out and tried to make it somewhat presentable before she put everything away and had her backpack on her back again. She walked out of the bathroom and made her way back over to the bar. She took a seat next to the man that had been sitting there when she had walked into the club earlier, still drinking his glass of beer.

"You sure you don't want anything to drink sweetie?" the woman asked her again, a kind smile on her face.

Primrose had to admit she was thirsty, but declined. "No thanks," besides, she didn't have enough money to pay for anything anyway. She was surprised when the woman sat a bottle of coke in front of her, still smiling. "I can't pay for it. I don't have enough money…"

"Don't worry about it sweetie. It's on the house."

"Thank you." Primrose smiled, taking the bottle and getting up from her seat. She waved goodbye to the kind woman and left, unaware of the pale blue eyes that were watching her.

A/N: Meh, it sucked a bit in my opinion. But hey, it should get better…I hope :3 reviews are greatly appreciated. Also, a better title would be nice too! I couldn't think of one that I liked xD Leave a review! LATER TATERS!