A/N: I have issues. A lot of them. This is one. I love Dante in Devil May Cry. That's it. I love him. However, they did an awful thing to him. They made him a whiny seventeen year old emo guy, instead of a cocky mid-twenties gothic badass. However, Leon is still exactly what he's always been in RE6. So, this is an odd spin-off where they meet, since I love the idea of Dante/Leon crossovers, it's in fact the only ones I tolerate. It's around the same time as the anime, since that's what I remember best at this point in time. I do not own Dante, Devil May Cry, Leon, or any song lyrics Dante sings throughout. This fairly non-cannon on either storyline, do to the fact that I cannot remember what happens where and don't care to go back through my RE and DMC lore. I have enough useless junk clanking around in my head at the moment. I've also changed some of Dante's backstory with Vergil.

Learning Curve

Dante put his feet up on his desk, a nice hot pizza in his lap, music playing loudly. It was his day off, a nice sunny afternoon. No Trish, no Lady, no Penny… just Dante and his pizza.

"Waiting in a room, all dressed up and moaning. Gagged up to a chair, it's so unfair. I don't dare to move, for the pain she puts me through is what I need, so make me bleed!" He took a bite out of a slice of pizza, and almost on queue, the door to Devil May Cry opened.

"It's my day off!" Dante shouted at whoever had come through the door. He didn't even look to see who it was.

"You can't be serious. This guy is Dante? The son of Sparda? Famous demon slayer?" A husky male voice said.

"Just shut up Leon. This guy is the best in the business." Dante looked up.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Claire Redfield. I thought after last time I'd never see you again. Who's pretty boy with you?" he said looking over the two visitors. He knew Claire, but the tall man with dirty blond hair and wearing a leather jacket, he did not.

"Leon S. Kennedy. Government agent. What about you?" he said crossing his arms over his chest.

"Dante. Don't need a last name when you're part demon, and I'm a mercenary of sorts. Feel free to call me 'Dante Demonslayer'. Where'd you find this guy Claire?"

"Remember Raccoon City?"

"Of course. I believe I was trying to kill my brother at that point in time." Leon turned to Claire.

"He killed his brother?"

"Yeah, his twin. Vergil was an asshole. Anyway, we went through that together. Can we talk business?" Dante groaned.

"It's my day off… but I suppose I can make an exception," he said setting the pizza on his desk.

"Aren't you generous."

"Always Miss Redfield. How's your sexy brother anyway?" Claire sighed.

"Chris is fine… maybe I shouldn't have come here."

"Now now, don't get upset. So, what do you need me to do?" She sat down across from Dante, Leon still standing over her.

"In dealing with the last terrorist attack recently, we found a problem more in your area. That's why Leon's here, he's the one who found… well, he'll tell you," Claire expained.

"All right pretty boy, tell me what we've got."

"I was tracking this virus, following it's spread, and in my investigation in L.A. I came upon something that wasn't infected, but just about killed me," he said. Dante nodded.

"And you think it was a demon."

"That's why this is your area. We know it was not a mutant. It was… can you cut that shit off!" Leon growled.

"What?"

"The music Dante. It's loud."

"My apologies." Dante turned it off, and laughed.

"So I take it your crabby partner here doesn't like punk eh?"

"Leon doesn't like much of anything."

"Thank you for stating the obvious."

"Anyway, it's running loose. We don't know what it is, and people think it's more bioterrorists. We need you to take care of it."

"All right. I'll tell you what, I'll charge you half the usual fee, but that's only because one of you has to come with me. I'm not calling Trish, because she'll kick my ass, and I'm not owing Lady any more money." Claire turned to Leon. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

"Fine. I'll go."

"Great. We leave tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow morning?"

"I told you, it's my fucking day off. I'm going to finish my pizza, listen to more loud rock music, have a strawberry sundae and a couple of beers, get a shower and some sleep, then we'll go." Leon groaned.

"Fine. Where can we stay for the night?" He asked.

"Well, Claire you're welcome to the spare bedroom upstairs, Lady and Trish stay there from time to time, used to be Penny's room. It's clean."

"And what about Leon?"

"He can have the couch here, or join me in my room," Dante said with a smirk.

"You have to be kidding me."

"Just take the couch and shut up Leon, he's joking."

"Only half," Dante mumbled picking up his pizza again.

"Come on! Let's go!" Leon was in the car, waiting on Dante. Claire had already went to the airport that morning to go back to D.C. At this point Leon was wishing that he could be back babysitting Ashley instead of dealing with this so-called 'demonslayer'. Dante strolled out, locking Devil May Cry behind him, carrying a guitar case on his back.

"What the fuck is that?" Leon asked as Dante threw it into the backseat. Dante unzipped the bag, revealing his sword.

"It's my bag of tricks," he replied tossing a bag into the backseat with it. He slammed the door and got into the passenger seat. Dante gave a thumbs up, causing Leon to groan.

"What are you, like fourteen?"

"Not exactly. I'd say I've got at least seventeen." Leon sighed.

"This is gonna be a long trip."

"Only if you make it long."

It was only an hour before they found trouble. Leon had drove into a small town, stopping to get gas, Dante with a magazine over his face fast asleep. Little did either of them know that their trouble was about to begin.

"Thanks," Leon said as he shoved his wallet back into his jacket. That's when he noticed that there was something wrong. The town was too quiet… and then suddenly it wasn't quiet at all. A group of undead were shambling down the street.

"Oh shit!" He rushed toward the car, and got in, shaking Dante.

"Get up! Get up!"

"Wha…are we there?"

"Zombies! Get your fucking gun!" Dante reached into his jacket, and pulled out Ebony and Ivory. He and Leon got out of the car, and took fighting stances. It was obvious how different the two's fighting backgrounds were. Leon had taken cover behind a broke down truck, holding his pistol straight and steady in front of him. Dante was standing out in the open, two guns held loosely toward the incoming wave of zombies. Both started shooting, lots of headshots from the different styles of fighting, until the wave was reduced to a few shambling bodies stumbling over a massive pile. Dante sheathed his weapons, and turned to face Leon, who had a look of slight stunned shock.

"What? I'm a demonslayer, don't looks so fucking shocked that I can shoot." Dante got into the car, Leon right behind him, and he started driving away again.

"You killed your brother."

"And?" Dante asked as he leaned back again, trying to sleep.

"Why?"

"He was a dick."

"…but he was your brother?" Leon asked.

"To be entirely fair, he tried to kill me first. And rape me. Oh, he also tried to destroy the world. Forgot about that part."

"Rape you? Your brother?" Dante sighed.

"He's a little fucked up. Or rather he was a little fucked up. Now he's in hell with dad and all of the rest of the assholes I've killed." Leon didn't have anything to say. Dante decided that if he wasn't going to continue the conversation, he was taking a nap. He put the magazine back over his face, and closed his eyes. Leon turned up the radio as night started to fall, and Dante, being partially nocturnal, was finally awake.

"Good morning," he drawled as he stretched at sat up.

"…it's sundown."

"I function better at night. Hey, you do listen to good music," Dante said as he heard the radio.

"Bite my lip and close my eyes, take me away to paradise, I'm so damn bored I'm going blind!"

"Please don't give me that image Dante…"

"What? No sense of adventure Mr. Kennedy?" He asked.

"Don't go there. And it's Leon."

"First name basis baby?"

"Hey, Dante, just do me a favor and don't talk. Ever," Leon replied.

"Didn't Redfield warn you?"

"Warn me about what?"

"Oh baby. I never stop hitting on Chris when he's around. I don't shut up. All I do is flirt and talk shit. It's what I do."

"Great."

"So, where to now?" Leon pulled out his phone, and saw a message from Claire.

Demon taken care of. Lady was in town. Paid her instead. Stay with Dante at Devil May Cry for now. Lady is sure there will be more.

"Back to Devil May Cry."

"Why?" Leon tossed him the phone. Dante swore.

"Bitch. I swear, the next time she does that, I'm gonna be pissed. I still owe her money!" He sighed and turned the car around.

"So I get to put up with you now."

"Looks like it Kennedy. Anyone ever told you that you are sexy as hell?"

"Not frequently."

"Well you're gonna hear it a lot now. Do you want me to drive?" Dante asked. Leon sighed. He was tired.

"Fine. I'll pull over and we can switch." He pulled off to the side of the road and got out of the car. Dante slid across, and shut the door behind him, making a point to look at his ass. He got back into the car shaking his head.

"Well, you're agile."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"You should, baby," Leon replied.

"You're learning!"

A/N: Yeah, this is a bit too much fun. I'll write more. Probably way too much more. I have no life! None at all! And I really don't care. I apologize if that's the wrong spelling of Vergil, but I can't recall which one is which, and as I said, I have enough useless junk in my head, so I don't have the patience to look it up.