Hi! I do not own the song, the characters of this story nor the game that they are based on. I wanted this chapter to be a songfic (Wherever You Will Go Cover by Charlene Soraia ) to make it a little more dramatic, I guess. Thank you in advance and sorry for any errors.


So lately, been wondering

Who will be there to take my place

When I'm gone, you'll need love

To light the shadows on your face

Kat slowly approached him, taking her time. She sat beside his sleeping form on the bed, staring down at his face. Her eyes studied his features, his dark hair, the arch of his eyebrows and nose, the lines under his eyes and on his forehead, the way they'd crease when he was angry and the way they'd relax when he looked at her. He looked so tired, Dante slept with his clothes on save for his red coat that was scattered on the floor. Kat looked at him with sadness, if she could cry, she would've, but willed herself not to. The soft rain continued to pour outside, Kat sighed and stroked his messy hair gently, watching as the moonlight hit his face.

"Dante" she whispered as softly as she could, biting her lower lip to stop a sob from escaping. Breathing slowly she moved her hand down to his cheek, it warmed under her touch. "You are Dante, nothing more and nothing less".

If a great wave shall fall

And fall upon us all

Then between the sand and stone

Could you make it on your own?

He shifted a little, moving his face towards her touch and exhaled slowly. At that moment, a little whimper came from her and she quickly clamped her other hand tightly around her mouth, feeling her eyes water. Her breaths came quick and short, her hand was shaking slightly as she moved it away from him. Had she known how strong her feelings were for him, she would've tried. God knows she would have tried harder. But it was too late, too late for her and too late for them.

The tears came slowly, burning as they trailed down her face. She shut her eyes and felt her chest tighten. She struggled for breath.

If I could, then I would

I'll go wherever you will go

Way up high or down low

I'll go wherever you will go

Looking back at him, her vision now blurred, Kat's chin quivered. She drew closer to him and clenched her fist around her chest. Slowly, she laid her forehead against his, feeling herself drift away. No, not yet. She hastily remembered every moment spent with him, all the times she saw him smirk, the fights they fought together and the ones they had. She thought of his embrace, how he'd tightly surround her with his presence when he knew she was scared, his lips touching her hairline, uttering words of comfort. She remembered Dante and accepted everything he was, his arrogance, his anger, his pain. To her he was not a demon, not an angel, he was just a man, the man that showed her peace.

" Thank you, for everything"

Kat closed her eyes, her soul slowly drifting away.

"Dante"

And maybe I'll find out

A way to make it back someday

To watch you, to guide you

Through the darkest of your days

Dante's face began to contort, and his muscles became rigid, like he was having a bad dream. He woke with a start. His chest heaved violently and his fist clenched around the sheets. His eyes wildly scanned the room, slowly adjusting to the darkness. What was that he felts moments ago? Dread?

"Fuck"

He slowly sat at the edge of the bed and put his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. You're losing it. He inhaled deeply and slowly, waiting for his body to relax as he recollected the events in the past month.

Dante fought nonstop. There were always demons here and there and he was the only one who could stop them. But in the past week, he'd done more, restlessly running around the city, searching for more to kill. Just to forget, forget about that one thing he couldn't. Kat.

His chest constricted in the instant he remembered her, and his mind drowned into oblivion. She was gone, and it was his fault.

He remembered hearing her scream in pain, remembered his heart hammer in his chest as he ran as fast as he could, desperate to reach her. Dante blasted demons along the way with his twin guns, not bothering to even look at them, he navigated towards her using all his powers. Her scream made him want to destroy, destroy everything he could see. Another one rang out, it was his name, Kat was screaming for him. "Kat!" He roared back. He was too late. Not her, not her. He repeated the words in his head. Never in his whole existence will Dante forget the way she looked on the ground, cold and bloody. "No! Kat!" He yelled, running towards her body, shaking it as he felt his world crumble.

"Kat, Kat, no, goddammit wake up, wake up " He pulled her body closer, hating the smell of blood. Dante stroked her hair away from her face, his voice breaking with every word.

"Stay with me, please, Kat"

She didn't open her eyes, her chest didn't rise or fall, she felt so cold underneath his touch. She's gone, the though burst into his head. Dante never screamed in so much agony before as the day he held Kat in his arms.

If a great wave shall fall

And fall upon us all

Well then I hope there's someone out there

Who can bring me back to you

Dante has never been the same since that day, he'd exhausted himself till his body ached and his mind was too numb to think. A few hours ago, he felt his body shut down, no longer able to take exhaustion, he slept, at least until images of Kat invaded his dreams. There he was again, standing a few feet away from her. Kat lay in her own blood, staining her clothes and her skin red. It played in his dream so violently, causing him to wake up, instantly prepared to fight and destroy. A part of him yearned to see her back, sleeping beside him. He wanted her death to just be a cruel dream, it killed Dante to know that it wasn't.

He slowly rose and walked towards the window, leaning his forehead on the cold glass. Guilt and despair made his body burn and his teeth clench. Is this how you make me pay for my sins. He though, staring at the dark sky, illuminated by patches of city lights.

"Kat"

If I could, then I would

I'll go wherever you will go

Way up high or down low

I'll go wherever you will go

Dante's shoulders shook as he let the angry tears fall. Never in his life did Dante feel the need for tears, but this was different, this was about Kat. He stared at his reflection and suppressed the urge to punch the glass. You killed her, you fucking bastard, he wanted to scream, to Dante who failed to save her, it was like he himself caused her death. Kat was his salvation. Before her, he knew nothing of love. The old Dante wouldn't give a shit about it but now, it was all he craved for, and without Kat, his hopes burned out. There was no one else to blame but himself. Kat wouldn't want him to but Dante couldn't help it. He wanted to protect the world because she was in it, but he'd destroy it in seconds if it meant bringing her back.

What kept him going was the thought of her being in a better place. Nothing could hurt her now and that was what he believed. He didn't want to disrespect her memory by losing himself into alcohol or women, she'd made him to be better than that. Dante wanted nothing to do with this world anymore, not with demons living in it. It was what hurt Kat when she was young and it was what caused her pain and they expected him to protect it?

His anger slowly dissipated into sadness. Kat loved this world, she never gave up on it no matter how much bullshit it dropped on her, she worked for peace and for mankind's salvation. Maybe it was because of Vergil's influence but no one asked her to go that far, but she did and it caused her her life. Dante wanted to have that, something to live for, but that reason was no longer existing. If she loved this world so much and wanted it to be saved, Dante wouldn't rest until that wish was fulfilled. If he didn't do it for the world, he'd do it for her.