He woke with a start and leaning back on his clammy hands he looked around in the dark, searching for the cause of his restless sleep. Then he heard a breathless scream muffled by the walls. Dante sighed collapsing back onto the bed, his head landing on the pillow with a soft thud. This was the fifth time in a fortnight he'd been woken by Ladys screams.

The first time he had smashed into her bedroom, ebony in hand, thinking there was some ferocious demon attacking. He had been greeted with the sight of Lady, snapping bolt upright in her bed, trembling hands clutching the sheet to her chest. She had screamed at him to get out. Since that night he had left her to it; she never wanted to talk about the dreams and he had nightmares of his own to worry about.

He groaned, running sweaty hands over his tired eyes. They searched the darkness, the silence was teasing him, it wouldn't last. As if on cue a strained cry filled the air and Dante knew he would never get to sleep now,

"Dammit Lady", he murmured under his breath, dragging his stiff legs over the side of the bed. He stumbled downstairs, eyes half closed as he felt for the fridge. He wrenched the door open, cold light streaming into the kitchen. Squinting at the contents as his icy eyes slowly adjusted to the bright light, he sucked in a deep breath, it whooshed out loudly as he grabbed a beer and flicked the bottle top off with his thumb. Knocking back the contents, Dante ambled over to the couch. He settled into the battered leather, cold against his skin.

The white haired figure, luminous in the darkness, swung his legs over the backrest and closed his eyes slowly, taking another swing.

Suddenly there was the scraping of furniture from above followed swiftly by a loud crash. Dante started, beer cascading onto his chest,

"Shit!"

He sprang up, frowning at the ceiling and skulked into the kitchen, searching for a towel.

He was leaning against the worktop in the darkness concentrating on wiping the sticky liquid from his skin when he heard the rush of footsteps overhead. His head snapped up as his eyes followed the sound, his pale brow furrowed as a door slammed upstairs. Then there was silence.

He stared at the kitchen door, ears pricked and when no sound came he walked apprehensively towards the stairs.

He paused at the bottom step hesitating, but sighing heavily he sprang up the wooden steps, taking two at a time. A sliver of golden light escaped from under the bathroom door. He padded closer his bare feet making no sound on the floorboards. He raised his fist to knock, but thinking the better of it, he turned to go back to his bedroom, after all now he could finally get some sleep.

As he walked away Dante froze, hearing the sound of retching and splashing water, he swallowed frowning, unsure of himself.

Steeling himself for her wrath he strode up and banged on the door, he heard a gasp as the water abruptly stopped. There was awkward silence for a moment before he heard Ladys voice, unfamiliar and quiet,

"What d'you want?"

"You know if you can't handle your drink…"

"Go away Dante", she snapped, a snarl in her voice. Dante smirked, that was the lady he knew.

"Okay" he shrugged, "but I keep telling ya! Ease up on the whisky sweetheart, it's a mans drink." He heard her familiar growl behind the door and smiled to himself.

"Oh we've got a job tomorrow, and I want you looking pretty and fresh, so get some sleep…..for both our sakes" he muttered stalking away.

"Good morning sweetness"

He said brightly, a sly smile invading his features. Lady scowled, her tired eyes flashed dangerously,

"….well aren't you a ray of sunshine", he grinned,

"bite me", she retorted, eyes narrowing,

"Whoa, hold up, was that an invitation?"

She sighed, she wasn't in the mood to play his games,

"…so what's this job",

his eyes sparkled wickedly,

"I'll tell you when we get there", he leaned back on the chair lazily, legs crossed over the desk, he watched Lady cautiously.

"So….. ", he yawned "...are you gonna let me in on your nighttime antics?", he smiled softly at the double meaning he hadn't realised.

Her body tensed at his words, she pressed her lips together, frowning but she said nothing.

His startling blue eyes studied her face as unfathomable emotions flickered across it.

"I heard you call out his name", he spoke quietly apprehensive. Her unique eyes snapped to his face as she fought back the tears……

I knowww its so short but I was just testing to see if anyone liked it. It's my first DMC fanfic and my second one over all so I'm still very doubtful of myself lol :)

Anyway let me know if I should continue as I do have a story worked out in my head, it came to me late last night lol. But any advice would be really helpful as I'm still a bit unsure of my character portrayal so any advice on how to be…..better lol, would be perfect.