Authors Introduction: This is another one of my fics that has been sitting around collecting dust in my old notebooks. I'm serious about all my fics so I'm not abandoning any of them. Just some ideas come quicker than others. If you have any questions you want to ask me just PM or review whichever fits your case. What influence me to write are reviews and music, so instead of keeping good music to myself I'll share with you guys as my influence on each chapter. The chapters are longer when the story progress and Thank You in advance for taking your time out in reading the start of this voyage. If there are any corrections to be made in the chapters to come then please do not be afraid to tell me since I might've missed some.

Influence: Lenzman & Riya - Open Page

Warning: Original Character, Alternate Universe, Violence, Cursing, and some suggestive themes but that's later on. No Yaoi in this fic. I will be using roman numerals since they're so much more nicer than writing '1' or 'One' to me of course.

Disclaimer: I make no mula off of this story, it's mainly a stress reliever and for fun. I do not own Devil May Cry or any of the canon characters. Only the plotline and my OC

I hope you enjoy :D


Serendipity

I

Curly platinum-white locks on the back of her neck moved to the winds caress. Weak leaves fell off the branches around her from the chilling blow. The moon's dangerously bright light made it almost impossible for her to hide and a beautiful night it was to wither away. She reclined back on a thick branch of the ageless tree, holding her side that leaked with warm liquid turning into ruby crystals stuck to the branch whenever air touched it. She moved but soon returned to where the pain suppressed itself letting out a light hiss from the sudden movement and the temporary sharp pain. 'Get it together, you can pull through this.'

With that, she chanted a few words, closing her wound while she picked off the tiny specs of cold rubies that dried on her skin, though the wound was still there, a stationary deterrent to her stealthy movements. She dared not to move, and smart enough to not giving that thickheaded young bastard a trail to track her again.

"Heh. Where did she run off to that quick?"

Hearing the voice of her tracker, and seeing him hop off the rooftop a few steps near the tree, walking with his heavy sword resting on his shoulder that coated with a violet color trench coat. A funny arm, a funny but beautifully glowing sword to match with that funny gun he held in his other hand.

Shit.

With nowhere to run, she sat still as possible, watching his every move as he walked near the tree looking around the deserted lifeless streets filled with planted trees, streetlights, and of course parked vehicles. A curly jet-black tendril fell just below her left eyebrow, tickling her forehead and eyelid. To scratch it was not a move she was going to risk her life over, better yet she will be damned to do so, but sadly, and unfortunately, she already were.

As the wind blew, sitting in between the rustling noisy leaves, making the sensation that more tempting to scratch away, she held her eyes closed as if being more tensed would help her current situation: to do away with the tormenting motion on scratching her forehead.

Right.

Although she cannot see him move, she sensed his every being drives, hearing the muscle over his funny demon arm's knuckles coiling to his will.

Wait…a fist?

Her eyes opened immediately as he punched the tree, violently shaking the deep-rooted plantation. She held back the urge to scream from the sensation of falling and instead grabbed it behind her, holding on to the sapling with a death grip to steady herself while she moved along with it. She held her eyes closed, rehearsing her ritual mantra as her meditation, 'Happy thoughts Jynx! Happy thoughts!'

The shaking ended when nothing tumbled out of the average tree, but a couple acorns with one that scored right into his eye. A wicked smile spread across her glossy pink lips, when he cursed under his breath and rubbing his eyes, 'Serves him right!'

He continued down the sidewalk in a deliberate promenaded when he did not sense anything unusual, and his right arm was not glowing. He started whistling a melody that would have calmed her if it were not for him being the source of that now considered 'Death's theme'. Once she seen him turn the corner she readied herself to jump down before taking a second look, making sure he was completely gone.

She hopped, landing on the pavement with a feathery step, turning back to see if he was there a third time. Her pace was careful while she walked away, letting loose her thick waist long naturally curly hair to putting it back in the bun on top of her head hiding the fragment of a blue jewel. Exhaling a breath of relief was her mistake.

"There ya go, been looking all over for you,"

Her body froze before taking another step, hearing the arrogance and cockiness in her trackers voice. She looked up to the blinding light, seeing nothing but the back of his jacket blowing to the wind instead of seeing his actual figure. She smiled, "When will you get the hint that I'm one woman who doesn't do too well with stalkers?"

"Don't flatter yourself babe, that's just how this thing usually works," he dropped down, landing a few feet away from her, "return what ya stole and I'll be outta your hair. Literally,"

She smirked, putting her 'actress talents' to use, "Aww come on let a girl off the hook…" she walked closer, running her finger across his neck to walking behind him, taking in the unsullied youthful essence and illustrious scent of his spirit aside from the faultless of his skin and captivating cologne.

"Says the woman with sticky fingers that she can't keep to herself? I'll pass," he turned to look behind him, seeing that there was no one. Shaking his head to the actions of a clever woman, "she got me again," He looked up, seeing her running along the rooftops of the copious homes of the people in Fortuna. She looked back smiling at him as she leap off another roof top with a rather large gap between it and another building.

She saw him disappeared behind the building. Smiling at whom she deemed an amateur not fit for her speed. The thought she mused over gave her a feel of having a quick win and a successful steal until it shattered away. The handsomely strange man was in front of her yet again. Quickly thinking on her feet she slid between his legs just when he was about to shoot at her again. She blew him a kiss prior to sliding off the rooftop, leaping elegantly from streetlight to streetlight, then around a corner in a crisp leap. She will lose him for sure this time.

Little to her knowledge, he was running along with her as she moved, gracefully soaring from each light pole. If she had not notice, this game would have been finished long ago, but she was enjoying this free running. She could lose him anytime, but for a while, she never had this much fun. Not every day did she have a chance in being pursued by a handsome stranger that can almost keep up with her speed. She stopped on one pole, twirling around it like a gifted pole dancer, to pose when her feet touched the cement. She smiled after she licked her lips, heavily breathing and yelling to where she last seen him, "Give up already!"

With a quick response that would have startled her if she did had not notice him, he spoke with confidence, "Talking to me?"

She felt the coolness of his breath on her bare back, smiling as she turned around to face him looking up to his scowling but ultimately gorgeous face, "C'mon, are you really going to lock me up?"

"I wasn't planning on to, but doing all this running around kind of made me have a change of heart," he smirked, scratching the back of his full platinum blonde hair as he shrugged his shoulders.

She sighed, brushing against him provocatively, purposely leaning her sufficient breast on him. Working to win him over was not going to be hard since she seen the blush cross his face, "So you mean to tell me…" he felt her breathe on his neck when she pulled him by the draws of his jacket, to brushing her lips against his ear, "…I'm not worth your time?"

He moved away, playing with the funny gun twirling around his index, "That was one of the reason why I have to deal with you now,"

"Why? I've done nothing wrong," she smirked again.

"Well besides the fact that you're a thief. You make life for me hard as hell,"

"Then that's telling you something," she smiled moving in front of him, spotting the clear annoyance on his face, "leave me alone, and we won't have this problem,"

"I got a better solution, you…" pointing the gun to her face slowly and surely enough to pull the trigger if she made a scintilla of movement, "…stop stealing, and everyone'll be happy,"

"Daww, I'll be the only one unhappy," a caustic whine replaced by an ingenious smile, attempting to wrap her arms around his neck until his finger pulled back. She quickly jumped, dodging the bullets when he went trigger-happy and shot at her multiple times. When he was finished, or so he thought, he heard her as clear as the starry night sky, land on top of the streetlight. He looked up shielding his eyes from the burning light only to hear her velvet laugh.

A low growl from the back of his throat made his words seep out, declaring he was beyond pissed off, speaking in a poisonous tone, "Don't do it Maribel…"

"Too late," another chesty smile tugged back on her lips before she jumped a mid-air backflip landing precisely on the edge of the rooftop, she blew him another kiss before she turned switching her hips with a little more effort than before with a 'come get it if you can' demeanor. Quickly he followed after. However, her aura, scent, and figure no longer in sight and for something to rely on, his arm did not sense any demonic activity or sensed her near. She disappeared into the night. Just like that, with a quick snap of the fingers, she was gone. That is until the next time they run in to each other.

He tucked Blue Rose back in its holster as he lunged off the rooftop thinking how the hell was he going to explain this to the people that he was not able to grab this one nuisance. This was going on another night he encounter her, and yet he could not get his hands around her. Times he was having a bad day, shooting at her and all she would do is flip and twirl around like a gymnast making him pissed off even more. The fuck? The woman didn't have a spine?

Gritting his teeth out of frustration his heat started to build, looking around for something to let his anger out on until he gained his composure. Calming down like Kyrie told him too. He looked down, shaking his head to how worked up he has become before spotting a tiny spectacles of red ice leading to where she jumped off to.

"Hm?" he knelt down, feeling across the cold surface of what looked to be a ruby crystal, it smelled of blood with a hint of a garden fresh scent, "so she isn't invincible after all,"

Xo.

She landed on the dirt, walking into the woods, tired out now that her accidental wound reopened. Making the air that touched it feel like someone poured a gallon of lava on her. It was not deep and it was small, something she can get over since it was not that bad but damn did it sting like hell. Maybe if she were to wear something more covering than dressing in only spaghetti strapped black shirt and tight black pants with hanging suspenders, and boots. Before she considered the thought, she pondered on it as she made it into her hideout, and concluding with 'Nah I'm better off…' after all she enjoyed it, the wind cooled her down when she got too hot.

A small roar she heard when she made it behind a thick door leading into a manhole guiding to her residence in the outskirts of Fortuna, she yelled a low soprano, "I'm coming," she smiled, taking the blue orb out of her quick styled bun to untying a rucksack of fish from her hand and wrist.

It was not much where she lived at, but it gave her and her companion a roof over their heads so she was not complaining. Living in other conurbations was of course an option, but she drawn to this city for some reason. Actually, one of the reasons she knew to be exact was the fact that she was running away from a debt across the world, so she stayed hidden, doing anything she could for her companion and herself to survive.

A hiccup of fire disturbed her thoughts when she seen her pet dragon that can never grow lying across the makeshift bed on the floor, "Here ya go," placing the bag of fish near the doorway, the dragon ran to it devouring the fishes and part of the sack. She chuckled, grabbing an almost rotten apple off the improvised countertop, biting around the affected parts before tossing it to some other place in the shit hole she called a home, before collapsing on the hard floor.

Her back cracked, and then she lifted her arms above her head, hearing her shoulder and other joints crack during her stretch. Letting out a relived sigh, looking up to the tin ceiling thinking of the actions of tonight. She let out a light whisper, tapping the light when it was about to flicker off to calling out her used to be strangers name, "Nero…" speaking in a smidgen undertone as memories plagued her mind when she closed her eyes. She saw him walking in the day next to a genuine woman. He looked like he was pissed off with the world. However, did he not look like that all the time? She kept a close eye on him, even asked villagers about him since he looked almost like the person she was looking for.

Was he the protector of this city? 'Yes' they would say. Will he point her to Dante? 'Who the hell is Dante?' Some would say. Question flooded her entirely. Why was she not able to regenerate as quickly? Moreover, why did the bullets hurt so much? No matter what, this Nero kid is only an obstacle and she is willing to take him out by any means just to get to Dante.

"Em?"

She looked down to see the moderate size dragon sitting on her stomach, looking at her with a confused expression tilting his head side to side, "It's nothing," she smiled looking up to the ceiling, "he was just some kid that chased me,"

"Grrr,"

She laughed again, "No Casha he didn't hurt me," turning to rest on her untouched side, "see this wasn't him, it was only a scratch from glass,"

Almost as if he knew exactly what she was talking about, the dragon calmed, walking to lie on the patched up pillow next to her.

Moving her hand to touch the soft scales of the baby dragon, as it rumbled a sluggish growl, "Rest now Casha, our search isn't over just yet,"

Xo.