AN: Friendly challenge from a buddy on livejournal. A "pick-your-fandom" prompt challenge. I guess my competitive nature got the best of me because I rose to the bait. So here it is, prompts one through four.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, so don't try to sue me, darned lawyers.

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1- Run

Tick. Tock. Tic. Tock. The clock seemed to be tauting him as he bolted down the hallway of the old castle. The ancient bomb had less than three minutes left as the fuse took light and a soft sizzling filled the air. And still he was tempted to turn around and head back.

He'd left her in the arms of that creep, unable to stop him from flying away as she cried out to him in a desperate voice. "Nero!" He'd wanted oh so badly to turn back, to drive his Devil Bringer through the bastard's chest and rip his heart out for the world to see. But as the counter counted down the precious seconds he had remaining, he did the only thing he could. He ran.

But behind him he could still hear the sing-song voice of his enemy.

"Run run run as fast as you can. We'll still catch you, poor little lamb. The clock will run down, the bomb will explode. The town will come down, littered snow white with bone."

2- Motorcycle

"Dante!" Said devil hunter bolted upright in his bed, silver locks poking this way and that as he shivered at the tone of voice that left his partner downstairs. If he was any expert on Lady's mood's by now, he was in for one hell of of a lecture. And a beating, he was sure of it.

With a measure of trepidation, he threw on his usual attire and walked down the stairs, immediately aware of the angry look he was receiving. "What were you thinking!?" Before he could respond, or ask what he had done, she was right in his face, snarling like a mad dog.

"That's the tenth bike you've totaled this year!"

3- Temper

Trish and Nero walked in the Devil May Cry office not fifteen seconds after Lady had began her rant on how irresponsible and childish Dante had been. "I mean what the hell possessed you to drive into a bunch of frost demons!?" Nero sighed and hung his head while Trish cursed his stupidity loudly.

Dante turned to them with a pathetic look and mouthed, "Help me.". Normally he was unfazed by Lady's outbursts, but he knew he'd screwed the pooch on this one when he'd dragged the remains of the bike to the local repair shop. He'd known he was in even more trouble when the man had said there was nothing he could do for the poor bike. But then he made the dumb mistake of opening his mouth.

"You should watch your temper, Lady, it's not good for the blood pressure."

4- Devilish

Kyrie knew there was something wrong when a blur of red and silver dashed into the park, screaming in a voice akin to that of a small child. She knew something was definitely wrong when another blur, this one blue and silver, jetted past her, roaring in a blind rage. And it dawned upon her. Dante had actually gone through with the joke he had saved especially for Nero.

Up ahead there was scream and a triumphant, yet violently evil, cackle. She'd warned Dante what would happen if he super-glued cat ears and a tail to Nero. She'd told him, along with Lady and Trish, several times that Nero probably wouldn't stop pummeling him until he was dead. Which is apparently what had happened as Nero stormed by her, the aforementioned items on his head and at his waist in all of their fluffy white glory.

Dante limped by half an hour later, having just regained consciousness, all the while mumbling. "And I thought it looked cute on him."

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Wolfe: There's the first installment. More to come. Usually once a day or so. Sometimes twice if I'm in a good mood. Review! It feeds the muse and you know you want to.