-1Hi! I changed some more stuff, once again not anything that changes the story. I'm still not completely happy with it but I think I'll finish it before revising it to perfection. (Considering I don't think anyone really rereads this anyway.)

-Konnichiwa! Here my first Devil May Cry story! It takes place after DMC3 but before 1. Lady's in it. It might later become a DantexLady story. There is a death scene in this chapter but don't worry the person will be back. Well here it is!

Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry (but I can dream can't I?)

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Feet propped on his desk and a pizza in hand, Dante was having a fairly pleasant day, other than being broke due to not having a job in weeks.

His hand found it's way to where he keeps his money. He inspected how little he had and realized he didn't have enough money for booze. Damn. He thought. Friday night and I can't drink!

Behind him hung the same demonic heads that had been there for some time. Not a single call had broke the silence in what seemed like an eternity. Not Even A Wrong Number! Dante sighed, he was bored as hell.

The phone began to ring. Yes! Booze Money! Was the first thought that ran through the half-demon's mind. He kicked his desk and caught the phone came twirling through the air.

The voice on the other side was worried, but strangely pleasant sounding, unlike the gruff voices Dante normally heard on the other end of the line. Human, Dante decided. The man informed the devil hunter of the demons attacking near his home. He explained that he had very little money but that he would give anything for the demon hunter's help, saying he had a young daughter.

Dante took the job, not for the money, even though he so desperately needed it, but for the sake of boredom and a child's life. He didn't like knowing he was the reason a child was dead, he had enough on his conscience without cute little faces haunting his dreams. He stood. Slipping on his red trench, he walked out the door and toward his bike.

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Danielle, the young girl, screamed. A demon was chasing her.

The demon was human size, said to be the strongest form. His hair was jet black, reaching his mid-back. His eyes were pale gray, seemingly abyssal.

Dante jumped in between the girl and the demon. Ebony and Ivory in hand, he began to fire rapidly at the blood crazed demon. Before the first bullet could reach him, the demon vanished.

Dante ceased fire. "What? We playing hide and seek now? I can deal with that. Ready or not HERE I COME!" He began firing at a nearby dumpster having sensed demonic aura.

Once again too late. The demon had disappeared before a single shot hit it's mark. Dante's trained eyes surveyed the area, making sure the child and her father were as safe as they possibly could be at this moment.

Danielle was hugging her father now, tears streaming down her face. Terror had horribly contorted the young girls features. She was shaking uncontrollably in her father's embrace. The father stood, eyes alert, his arms wrapped protectively around his daughter.

Dante spotted the demon fairly close. His long blood stained fingernails clutched a poison covered sword, his eyes twinkled with a deadly playfulness.

A smirk spread onto Dante's face. He returned his twin guns back to their holsters and pulled out Rebellion.

The demon smiled.

Both demon and half demon sprang forward their swords clashing together. The two battled masterfully, as if performing a show. Neither left a mark on the other. Neither made nor received contact for several agonizingly slow moments.

Finally, contact was made. The demon slashed at Dante who parried and lunged forward, throwing the demon off balance. Rebellion effortlessly sliced through flesh on the demons arm. Blood spilled onto the ground. Once again the demon disappeared.

Dante, his main focus in protecting the girl, looked over at Danielle. The girl was fine, still clutching her father.

Dante was a skilled hunter. His ears could hear the slightest sound, his eyes could detect the slightest movement. However, currently his eyes and ears were focused on the child's safety, not his own.

The demon appeared behind him, driving his poison covered sword into Dante's back.

Dante felt his mouth open, but heard no scream. Unbearable pain ransacked his body. He could feel the poison burning in his veins. The sound of his ripping flesh seemed to echo, as did the girl's scream. Her hero, her savior, was dead.

She watched as his body dropped to the ground in a pool of his own blood. She watched as the demon smiled at his fallen victim. She watched as the demon turned to her, having that same deadly twinkle in his eyes.

The demon then glanced down at his fallen prey and, apparently deciding he was satisfied, disappeared.

Danielle ran up to Dante's body, inwardly praying that he was somehow still alive, but with no luck. Dante lay, eyes open and dry, a pain filled look etched onto his face. He took no breath, he had no heartbeat, he was dead.

The young girl cried out, tears pouring out of her eyes. Running to her now approaching father she collapsed into his arms, crying. The father folded his arms around her. Petting her hair, he whispered soothing words until she cried herself to sleep.

The father looked to the man that had given his life in exchange for his daughter's and said a silent prayer.

--About-A-Month-Later--

Bullet after bullet soared through the air and into an unfortunate demon. Sand littered the ground from those demons that had already died. A bomb exploded as a way to slow down the demons so Lady could reload.

She was in a large circular room, domed at the top. A door, the one she entered, lay behind her. A second door lay ahead. Dark stone walls surrounded her, jagged and bloody from bodies being thrown up against them. Bones and sand littered the ground.

Lady had come here to retrieve a sword. Just the other day Lady had encountered a demon that was immune to bullets. After receiving several nasty gashes, Lady decided now was the time to get a sword. Rumor had it, a powerful devil arm was just beyond the door.

After every demon had turned to sand, Lady entered the room beyond. Rubble scattered the ground from broken areas in the ceiling. At the far end of the room, a sword lay on a large, polished stone.

Halfway across the room a hoard of demons swarmed Lady. Her guns in hand she began firing. After blocking a scythe with her gun she spun around. Lifter her leg into the air, she slammed her foot into an oncoming demon's face. Gunshot after gunshot, bomb after bomb, demons turned to sand.

By the time every demon was dead Lady was breathless. She proceeded toward the sword.

Arrows shot out of the walls, ceiling, and floor. Lady jumped and dodged in what looked like a fast paced dance. Her trained, muscular body received minimum cuts.

Finally the arrows ceased.

Breathing hard, Lady advanced to the sword. She gently laid her hand on the silver hilt. The red blade began to glow as Lady watched, intrigued at the strange object.

"Hey Babe" It said making Lady jump.

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A/N: Did you like it? Plz review! I'll gladly take constructive criticism!