Hellllo everyone! Luna here with a brand new fic that I hope you all will enjoy! Well, if you stopped here to read it in the DmC search then I would assume you will enjoy it (or not). This story will follow the anime's story line and just a few minor things will be changed (like Dante's little old convertible) and a few characters added (like the OCs). I've been writing this fic with my best friend (Mistrelia of the Ice) for a while. But I hope you won't click away, so happy reading!
DISCLAIMER: ALL does not own Devil May Cry or its characters. Camille belongs to ALL and Bell belongs to Misterlia of the Ice.
Chapter One
And the Devil Met Them
She's late. It's pouring rain, and she's late.
A young woman with pale blonde hair stood, irritated, in a rain-drenched alleyway tapping an impatient foot on the ground. Passersby wanting to get out of the downpour paid little attention to her or the large sweeping sword strapped to her back. She had been waiting there for quite some time and her patience was hanging on by a thin thread. Thunder clapped in the sky, followed closely by a bright flash of lightning that illuminated the entire alleyway, silhouetting a figure perched on top of a Dumpster.
"And where the hell have you been? You said you would be here half an hour ago," the pale-haired woman acknowledged the newcomer as they hopped daintily to the ground. It was a girl with thick brown hair and large brown eyes.
She smiled up at the pale woman, "Ahw, Camille. You look like a lost, wet kitten. How long have you been here?"
Camille felt her eyebrow twitch. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, "Bell, can you ever take anything seriously?"
"Psh..." Bell waved a slender hand dismissively, "I can. I just choose not to if I can help it."
"Whatever," Camille sighed, brushing a wet lock of hair out of her eyes, "Look, I was told of a guy that may be able to help us with this case. He runs a service just up the street here."
"Does he? A service specially for these types of things?" Bell nodded enthusiastically, "Impressive."
Thunder rolled overhead. The rain began to come down in pellets. To Camille, it was just an annoyance, "C'mon. Let's get out of this rain."
"So..." Bell prodded as the two exited the alley, "What's this guy's name anyway?"
"Dante!"
A young girl with curly blonde hair swatted the ground angrily with her broom glaring daggers at a pair of black boots perched on top of a wide desk. The boots belonged to the man in question, though he seemed to be paying little attention to the girl. His arms were folded behind his head like a pillow and a women's fashion magazine laid over his face.
"You can ignore me all you want, I know you're awake!" she said loudly, gripping the broom handle tightly, "Dante, I'm talking to you!"
"Yeah, yeah. I hear you," came a lax reply. Dante removed the magazine from his face to cast a glance at the girl. He eyed the broom in her hands, "Patty... What did I tell you about your little obsession with the looks of the place?"
"I was just sweeping the floors," Patty said, "Besides, it's not like you do very much in the first place. All you do is sit around and eat pizza. And it's storming so I have to do something to keep me entertained."
"Yeah well... That's what happens when you don't have jobs to do," Dante shut his eyes again, "Might as well get use to it. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to take a nap. Like you said, it's raining. The likelyhood of a customer walking through those doors is slim to none."
Patty puffed out her cheeks, ready to fire out a retort when the front doors opened. She turned quickly to face the figure standing in the rain, "Oh! Welcome! Come on in. Don't worry about the water. I'll clean it up..." the girl felt her eyes widen in awe. The woman before her was striking - long pale hair that complimented her porceline skin, a slender, but curvy frame, and, most of all, large eyes framed with thick black lashes that were two different colors. One was the color of pure gold, the other a crimson flame, "... Later."
"I'm sorry to arrive during such a horrendous storm," the woman said with a voice as soft and demanding as the wind, "Is this Devil May Cry?"
"That's what the sign says outside, doesn't it?" Dante asked from his spot at the desk. He hadn't even opened his eyes, but he knew he was in no mood to take a job right now. Especially when it was his time to relax.
Patty shot a glare in his direction,"Pardon me," she excused herself politely before approaching the dozing man and, with as much effort as she could muster, slammed the head of the broom into his stomach, knocking most of the wind out of his lungs, "Dante!"
"Why you...!" he coughed, glaring at her.
"You have a customer!" Patty hissed in a low voice, "A paying customer. And she's beautiful! So unless you have other ways of paying off your debt to Lady and that pizza place you love so much I suggest you cut the crap and help her!"
Grumbling, Dante sat up slowly to address the woman and nearly choked on his own breath. She absolutely was beautiful. The two camisoles she wore clung to her skin from the rain, revealing a flat, toned stomach and her ripped jeans rested just below her hipbones. His cheeks prickled. Strickly business, he told himself, clearing his throat.
"Fine," he said, concentrating hard on keeping his voice from cracking, "What can I do ya for?"
"Word on the street is you specialize in demons," the woman said, holding a steady gaze. Then she moved. It was graceful, almost as if she were gliding as she approached the desk. It was then Dante noticed the rather large sword held to her back by a leather strap. The hilt was decorated with silver iron vines that curled around the grip and opened to create the guard that held the wide blade in place. The blade itself was in contrast to the silver hilt, being made of a glossy black material. It was an impressive piece of weaponry. So she's in this business too, huh?
"The word on the street would be correct," he finally answered, resuming his relaxed position in his chair, crossing his ankles on top of the desk again, "But only if it pays. A guy has to make a living in this line of work to, ya feel me?"
"Of course," the woman nodded, "Well... Dante was it? My name is Camille. I have a bit of a request, seeing as you're the only individual in the immediate area that can assist me I figured I would come to you."
"Don't flatter me, sweetheart. It gets you nowhere," Dante said, closing his eyes again.
Camille raised an eyebrow at him before continuing, "Right, well... I was asked to do a job in the next town over, but it requires a bit more help than I had at my disposal. The pay will be more than moderate and I will be forever in your debt."
Dante opened one eye and gave Camille a once over. She was short, well... shorter than him, but she had a lithe build, looking like she would dance around enemies with ease in battle. But she herself was a distraction and Dante didn't have the time for distractions. At least not at that moment. All he wanted to do was sleep. In response, he snorted, "Sorry, princess, but you're gonna have to find anoth-"
"He'll take it!" Patty jumped in, clapping her hands over Dante's mouth. His angry protests were muffled by her palms, to which she glared, "Do you like being in debt to Lady, Dante?"
He growled and tore her hands away from his mouth, "Fine. I'll take the damn job. But we leave tomorrow. There's no way I'm going anywhere in this shit," he gestured to the window where the rain pelted the glass.
"Fine with us," Camille shrugged, "I'm sure my partner and I could find a cheap hotel somewhere around here."
At this, Dante sat up, "Partner?"
"Hello!" the doors to Devil May Cry was forced open and another woman waved vigorously in the doorway, sending droplets of water flying onto the floor, "So you're the guy in charge of this dump, huh?"
"I told you this place needed a woman's touch," Patty muttered.
Dante scoffed, "And who are you?"
"Name's Bell. It's, uh... a pleasure to meet you," Bell nodded to Dante.
"Right... I was just telling your friend here I'm not going out in a storm like this," he jerked a thumb towards one of the windows, "So we'll have to do this tomorrow."
"You said you were looking for a place to stay?" Patty asked. Don't you do it, kid, Dante thought, "You can stay here! I'm sure it wouldn't be a problem, right Dante?"
"Oh, that won't be necessary," Bell said, "I booked us a room at the hotel around the corner."
"Very well," Camille nodded, "We'll be seeing you tomorrow morning, Dante."
With a nod her head, Camille turned and headed back into the storm. Bell saluted before following her friend at her heels. When the doors shut, Dante rounded on Patty with a growl, "Maybe they could stay here? I'm not harboring some girls I just met in my shop, Patty."
"That's never stopped you before," Patty shrugged.
"Why do I even keep you around? You're more trouble than you're worth," he sighed.
"Because you're contractually obligated to watch over me," Patty stated matter-of-factly, "You're kind of like a guardian or something."
"Yeah, if I knew at the time what I was signing up for you're little butt would be out on the curb," Dante pushed himself out of his chair, "I'm taking a shower."
"Don't drown," Patty rolled her eyes and flinched when he slammed the bathroom door behind him.
The next morning, Dante woke feeling tired and sluggish. The storm had blown over leaving the sky a steel gray and the air thick with fog. It wasn't until there was a knock on the door did he remember that he had taken a job today.
"Damn it all," he grumbled, throwing on his red vest as he descended the stairs to the main shop. The knocking persisted, becoming louder with each tap, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I hear you."
Dante swung the door open and poked his head out, coming face to face with Camille who had her hand ready to knock again. She smiled at him. Something shifted in his stomach.
"Good morning, Dante," she greeted, "Are you ready to go?"
The man looked around, noting that someone seemed to be missing, "Where's your partner?"
"You know, I may be short but that's just plain rude," the smaller woman stepped out from behind Camille, a scowl on her pretty face, "Not all of us can be six foot six."
"That seems more like a personal problem," Dante grabbed the long red trench coat hanging up behind the door as well as the black leather guitar case leaning against the wall. He fished in the pockets, puling out a set of car keys, "Alright, if we're going to do this, you need to fill me in on the way there."
"Of course," Camille nodded.
The dusty red convertible was parked in the street outside of the shop. It was a little older than he would have liked, but he had put a lot of work and pride into it and it got him places a lot faster than walking would have. Bell gave a low whistle.
"Well, that's a slight disappointment," she said.
"The hell is that suppose to mean?" Dante growled. Not only did he not want to take this job, he also did not want to take it with two women he didn't know - especially if they bashed his ride.
"I just figured you run a business that pays a lot and yet you have to drive this piece of crap," Bell shrugged, "Oh well. I guess not everyone can have nice things."
"Just ignore her," Camille smirked.
The three climbed into the car, Camille sitting shotgun and Bell resting happily in the back seat with her legs perched over the side. No one spoke until they were on the outskirts of the city.
"So, about this job," Dante started, "What exactly are we dealing with?"
"There's a small town an hour from here that's been experiencing child disappearances," Camille said. Her expression shifted between several variations of discomfort, "Five children have gone missing in the passed month and the mayor believes it's the work of a demon."
Dante snorted, "He just assumes it's a demon?"
"The whole town has been hearing strange noises coming from an old estate overlooking the town," Bell cut in, her hand riding the wind casually, "They said the noises didn't sound like any animal, but something more... unearthly. And the mayor had called us personally because the whole town is too scared to investigate themselves. But it was too much for just us to handle. Which is why we came to you."
Dante grew silent. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. Could it be a demon? Why was it targeting children? That's sick... he thought, I guess I should stick with it... I just hope those missing children can be saved.
Nothing else was said the rest of the trip.
Thank you for reading chapter one! :D feel free to leave a review, but be gentle. I am a fragile flower.