A/N: Something that occurred to me that I thought was pretty funny. Most likely this is a one-shot drabble, but I know from one-shots worlds grow too...
No warnings except some mild violence.
Disclaimer: While I am at the moment extremely broke, it is not, unfortunately, because I spent my savings on the rights to Devil May Cry. :(
Downtime
Lady heard the music before she walked in - she always could. It was one of Dante's favorite songs, one he had played so often even she knew the words. She mused that Dante must have had that jukebox of his fixed, though, because the sound was a lot clearer than usual.
When she walked in prepared to demand he take the job she had for him, her prepared speech and potential snarky comebacks left her mind.
The music was being played by a handful of shadowy versions of the devil hunter instead of blaring from his jukebox. She recognized Dante's instruments, of course. She had never been sure whether he could actually play them or just liked keeping them, but she knew how Doppelganger style worked; those shadows could only do what Dante himself could. One shadow was even triggered to sing the rougher vocal parts of the song.
She shook herself, then glanced at his desk finding the devil hunter lounging in his usual position, feet up on the antique desk, face hidden under a magazine.
"What in the hell is going on?" Lady demanded.
"Felt like a little music," came the drawling reply.
He hadn't even bothered lifting the magazine first.
"Your jukebox just not good enough now? You need live music to nap by?"
"Nope," he answered, finally shifting the edge of the magazine a little. "Jukebox is broken."
Lady whipped her attention to the object in question, only to find a boot print caving in the front of the machine.
She snapped back to Dante, but he had replaced the magazine. She shot him just to relieve her feelings, then proceeded to tell him about the job he was going to do for her before stalking out of the office.