The Queen and I

Author's Note:

I, Tsundere, is back. With a brand new story. It's a romance thing. And slightly OOC. Basically, Dante has more finances and he goes to work for an English Princess, which pays good. He also begins to like her. Watch how it goes: Please be nice, if the OC is mary-sue you tell me. If Dante is OOC you TELL me. Okay? Review and rate."

Chapter 1

Pilot

Dante Sparda, long time Devil Hunter, is in a jam. His finances are beginning to pile up. And demons have stopped coming in since Nero destroyed the Hell Gate, slightly, demon sightings were becoming rare. He sighed and titled his chair back as he thought on what was his next move. Thinking wasn't his best trait. And he needed some alcohol now. He sighed and got up from his chair, he went to his mini disposable fridge and pulled out a cold one. He put his long finger around the stay-tab and pulled it, the beer hissed as it nearly spewed out from inside, he put his lips to the metal can and gulped down the beer. It wasn't long before he chugged the whole thing down in one gulp, he sighed and pulled out another one. Getting tired of standing, he went and sat down on his chair as he kept on drinking the alcoholic beverage in his firm hands.

Enzo, his supervisor, came in with his Italian accent and cheerful smile. Dante wasn't in the mood, but maybe Enzo had some work for him, or maybe another errand.

"Ah! Dante, mi amigo. How is life?" Enzo asked, resting his arms on Dante's desk and staring straight at his face.

"Been better." Dante said in a hoarse voice, he hadn't quite chugged down the beverage yet. He cleared his throat and swiveled his feet up on the desk. Enzo frowned, and peeled his arms off the desk, he went and casually sat down on the leather, musty couch.

"What's wrong then, amigo?" Enzo asked, lifting his foot and resting it on his knee, tapping his other foot nervously.

"My job is in the crapper and I got no more money. That is what's wrong amigo." Dante said, taking sips of beer in between. Enzo, furrowed his brow and thought for a moment. Then it hit him.

"Hows about I get you another job? It pays well, and it will have nothing to do with demons. What do you say?" Enzo asked, smirking slightly.

"I'd say, 'I love you man!'. Can you get me a job? I mean, I don't know how to do much." Dante asked.

"No worries, this job is in the bag. A guy owes me a favor." Enzo told him, sitting upright now.

"Really?" Dante asked him, tilting his head to the right, letting his silver locks fall past his ear. The sun glared from the door and shone upon his hair, glinting and irritating Enzo's eyes.

"Yeah. Really." Enzo told him, crossing his arms. He got up and said: "I'll go and make the arrangements. You just stay and... drink your beer." He said as he started to walk over to the double doors. Dante nodded and continued his business.

Later that afternoon. The sun started to set, streaking the sky with purple, pink and orange lines, painting the sky. Enzo, in his shitty apartment, called his little 'friend'. He went over to his phone, grabbed the phone and punched in his phone number.

"Yes. Hello?" The elegant voice said through the receiver.

"Hey! Mr. Croft, it's Enzo, you remember me right?" Enzo said, with his thick Italian accent going through the microphone.

"Yes, of course I remember you. How can I forget?" Mr. Croft muttered under his breath. "What do you need?"

"Well, ya see. Remember when you owed me a favor? Well, that day has come! I got a client who is in the slumps, job wise of course, so... I need you to give him a job." Enzo said, twirling his fingers round the wire.

"Ah, of course, what are his good points?" Mr. Croft asked.

"Good points?" Enzo asked, eyes widening at that question.

"Work wise. What're they?" Mr. Croft asked, almost sounding impatient. Enzo heard paper being ruffled and switched he was in the middle of something.

"Well... he's only had one job, which is hunting. Devil Hunting." Enzo said and clutched his teeth.

"You're joking right? There isn't anything here for him then." Mr. Croft told him. Enzo panicked and said the first thing that came into his mind.

"He's also a good butler!"

"Really?" Obviously that peaked his interests. Mr. Croft rested in his chair and cocked a curious eyebrow. "What does he specialize in?"

"Cleaning mostly. And serving people, but not cooking." Enzo said, lieing through his teeth.

"Really, well. Lucky for him. A spot has opened up. Send him to New England, as quickly as possible."

"Yeah sure. New England, right... will the expensive be covered?" Enzo asked, tangling his own finger in the telephone cord.

"Of course sir. They will be covered. Leave America tomorrow. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a lot of work to tend to, so." Mr. Croft told him.

"Why, yeah yeah of course." Enzo said and hung up the phone, he sighed and cupped his face in his hands. Somehow Dante isn't going to like his new job. He wondered what Dante will say, or do to Enzo once he hears he is the new Bell Boy of the Croft Family. And Mr. Croft can be demanding, and sometimes callous. Dante might get fired in a week, but the job is worth almost a $100 every month, which should get Dante going. If he would learn how to be elegant and keep his mouth shut. He sighed and fell back on his couch, feeling tired and hungry. He got up again, went to get his coat and went down the diner to get a hamburger and a nice coffee, then go tell Dante about his new job.

Dante, was reading his regular playboy magazine, waiting for Enzo to come bearing the news. A job without demons confused him a little, since the young age of 19 all he did was hunt demons, doing anything different was going to be new for him. The stars settled like little pure glittering shards, decorating the dark blue sky, the icy wind blew, which made his door shiver. Enzo came and opened the door, feeling cold himself, winter was becoming harsher and harsher every year.

"So? Did I get the job?" Dante asked, hoping for a yes answer. Enzo nodded, rubbing his fat hands together, hoping to get some warmth in between. "Great, what is it?" Dante asked him, as he sipped from his beer bottle.

"It is a butler job." Enzo muttered from behind his scarf.

"A but- BUTLER JOB!? ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!" Dante exploded, eyes flashing with anger.

"Hey! It pays like a $100 a month! You really sure you want to give up on this?" Enzo asked him, tilting his head to the left. Dante thought for a moment then breathed in deeply.

"Guess not, better then what I'm getting." Dante said, reasoning out his situation.

"And, it's in New England." Enzo said, sitting down.

"New---!" Dante said, about to yell, but took a calm moment and breathed out again.

"Which means, we need to teach you some manners, your boss is a hard hitting, callous, jackass with lots and lots of green for you my friend."

"Manners?" Dante said, raising a brow.

"Yes. Manners, these people are elegant, and they—well they aren't much for jokes." Enzo said, rubbing the back of his head.

"Fine, fine. Manners, right? The please and thank yous shit right?" Dante asked.

"Yeah. But more."

"More?" Dante asked, his voice thickened.

"For example, you call your boss, Master."

"Wha--?!"

"And you listen to every order. And show them respect."

"W--!"

"And! You do the orders on time, come to work on time and do your job well."

"Holy Crap!" Dante exclaimed. And slumped down in his seat. He raked his hands through his hair and sighed, he looked up at Enzo and said to him, "Looks like we're gonna be busy tonight. I need to practise these manner things."

"Well, you're leaving tomorrow, so try to sleep early."

"You're trying to screw with me, aren't you?" Dante growled under his breath, he got up and sauntered to his fridge, he was out of beer. Shit. Of all the things he had to run out of, beer wasn't the ones. Patience sure, but not the damn beer.

12:04AM, Devil May Cry

"Let's try this again..." Enzo slurred his words, his bones ached to sleep. His eyes grew heavier by the minute. He and Dante were practicing how to be good mannered. Dante didn't know a damn about manners.

"I'm tired Enzo, I can't even think straight." Dante groaned and whined.

"How is that different from when you're awake?" Enzo snapped at him.

"Ha-ha, dumb ass." Dante cursed at him as he sat back on the couch. His eyes grew heavy, and wanted to sleep, after all he had to get on a plane to New England, where the manners count. "We should call it a night Enzo, I'm tired as hell."

"Yeah, well, I hope you get the damn idea." Enzo said, as he peeled his hat off the hanger and put it on his head. He put on his coat and left Devil May Cry. Dante slouched himself off the couch, turned off the lights and slept there for the night.

9:00AM, Devil May Cry

Morning broke. The sun swelled up in the sky, letting it's rays cast on the ground, and peek through windows. The sky was hard blue, and the snow was glistening with the morning light. Dante woke up and stretched his back. He yawned and went to have a warm shower. The water spewed out, and landed harshly on his body. He breathed in and out, as the smoke from the hot water evaporated into thin air. He felt he was slowly awakening, he had to catch a plane in a few hours, might as well look decent. He got out and wrapped a towel around him, went to his bedroom, and got dressed. Then he was out the door.

He rushed to the airport and waited for Enzo, who has the ticket, in the meantime he went to get coffee. He met Enzo there.

"Dante! You're here on time? That's a first." Enzo said as he wrapped his hand around the coffee cup, taking sips in between, even though it was hot on his tongue. He gulped it down and gave Dante the ticket.

"First class? Hmm, nice."

"Might as well get a taste of sophistication."

"So what is this favor he owes you? I mean, what did you do to him?" Dante asked, setting his bags down.

"That's classified mi amigo." Enzo said, smiling like a Cheshire cat. "Well, your plane is taking off. Remember, elegance. And!.. call me whenever you want. Well, okay not whenever you want. Check the timezones."

"As helpful as ever, okay. Bye Enzo." Dante told him and waved. He went and got on the plane, soon it took off to New England.

'Welcome to not yet rainy England. We hope you enjoyed your flight,' The speaker said happily on the intercom, jolting Dante awake. He groaned and pulled himself off the chair. He went in the airport, now confused on where he has to go. Luckily, though, some men in suits were holding cards up saying: Butler for Hire, Mr. Dante Sparda. Embarrassing as it was, it gave him a good indication on where he had to go. He walked towards the men and they took him to the Crofts Mansion. It looked like a Gothic castle, with rosebushes around it. The snow covered the entire ground, but some greenery peeked out from the snowy ground, the sun loomed over the entire building, glistening off the gate and window panes. It was a magnificent piece of architecture, probably doused in history.

"Holy..." Dante whispered. He was gonna live in a castle, happy day! The men opened the door for him and gave him room to go out. Then they took him inside. And inside was just as beautiful as outside.

The main hall was as large a hotel lobby. The floor was made of pure white marble, with black squares etched in. The windows were large, illuminating the sun. Statues were lines up on stools, overseeing the guests. And a crystal chandelier loomed over the entire lobby, sparkling with the rays of the sun. Now this was classy.

"Hello. Master Dante, my name is Winston." Said a voice behind him which made Dante jump. As he turned around, he was met with a smiling face. Winston was an elderly man who can still move, which to Dante is a surprise. "Well, you were hired to do a job. And the Crofts expect you do it well. Now, I shall give you the grand tour, then you can begin, and maybe we can find a suit that you can wear." Winston said and turned away, Dante followed him and hoped he didn't break anything. A suit to wear to work? What the hell was England coming to? Dante thought. The tour was long and boring, and half of the things Winston showed him, Dante forgot. He then got issued the 'uniform', it looked like a business suit. The jacket was glossy black, and black long pants. He had a grayish black vest on top of his white buttoned up shirt. The outfit is complete with black brogues.

"The hell is up with the British?" Dante muttered to himself, after witnessing his 'uniform', "I feel like I'm goin' to a dress party, shit!" He cursed loudly, and got a few stares from the maids. "Oh, um, pardon?" He said and titled his head, in a way to make him look adorable. The maids scoffed loudly and turned their heads away, continuing with their work. "Well, this will be fun." Dante muttered and rolled his eyes. Winston came in, Damn, is this guy stalking me or what?! Dante thought to himself, he came and greeted Dante with a smile and handed him the chore list for today. Dante looked it over, the lift read:

Dust the Vases on the 2nd Floor.

Wash the Windows in the 1st Floor.

Polish the Silverware in the Dining Room, found on the 3rd floor.

At the end of the day, you must give Mr. Croft tea, the bedroom is located on the 5th floor, the first door to the right. It has Croft Bed Chambers on it.

---Winston.

Dante sighed and crumpled the piece of paper and stuffed it in his pocket. Winston, gave him the duster in his hand and flashed him a smile. He then guided him to the second floor and watched him for the first few minutes, he seemed to be doing fine. Even though he was about to knock a vase on the floor, he was doing swimmingly good now. Winston left him, as he had to tend to the polishing of the silverware in the first Dining Room on the first floor. Dante went up to the third floor and gazed around. The room was as big as a swimming pool, a large wooden table was in the middle of the room. The floor was the same design as the first floor, white pure marble with black squares etched in. White, long, slender curtains were aligned with the large windows. The ceiling was a dark red color, same as the table and chairs, with a chandelier hanging off it.

"Holy... Crap..." Dante breathed out, his eyes drifted everywhere, the room was awesome. He snapped out of his sight-seeing and went to start polishing silverware. Gently as he pressed the tablecloth on the spoon, then rub it in a circular motion. Repeated the process. And finished, satisfied with his work too. All silverware was polished to a clean shine, as they glinted in the light. He checked the list and checked what else he had to do. Wash the windows and deliver the tea. He sighed and went to wash the windows. Climbing down a flight of stairs and dragging a wooden bucket throughout the halls, then swiftly rubbing the windows, making an awful squeak sound with ever wipe, he finally got it done. He dropped the sponge into the bucket, water splashed slightly as his arms ached and protested he'd stop. He rested on the cream colored wall and breathed out, he hated this job. So freakin' much.

"Ah! Done already?" Winston asked him making Dante jump as he was cupping his hands, a smile spread across his face, his wrinkles deepened and his eyes flashed with contentment. "Ah, very nice yes. Where did you learn how to scrub like this?" He asked him, purring out every word with his deep English accent.

"In an orphanage. Was raised there. We washed, polished, moped and broomed." Dante said casually, staring straight into Winston's eyes. Winston smiled and gave him a cup of tea, the cup was traditional and it was a pearl color with gold accents. "You must take this to Croft, you know where it is don't you?" Winston asked, crossing his arms.

"5th floor. Yeah, I know. Oh, God, does this mean another flight of stairs?!" Dante whined as he gave Winston the 'I-don't-wanna.' face. Winston showed no emotion and simply nodded, Dante sighed and went upstairs.

He arrived to the door which said: Crofts Bed Chambers. He knocked gently and was greeted with a 'come in.' He opened the door, twisting the knob and pushing the door in, he stared round. The room looked particularly feminine. 'Is Croft gay or something?' Dante asked himself quietly as he stepped in. He turned round and saw a woman wearing a short silk black robe, clinging to her, hugging her every curve. Long slender legs on top of each other, bunched up together as she was sitting on an armchair. One arm was left dangling on the handle while the other arm was gripped onto a book she was reading, her robe was opened a little which revealed her glorious breasts in a bra, but the book blocked out most of Dante's views. Her long dark wavy hair, was spilt onto her chest and arm. Her head was staring at the book she's reading.

'Well, this is more like it. A beautiful young woman, no ring, no glass of wine, no guy! Time for Dante to get a small vacation...' Dante smirked to himself as he stepped forward to the woman and set the tea down beside her. Glimpsing slightly at her chest, she covered it up by tieng up her robe and gracefully standing up from the chair. "Thank you. That will be all." She said in an angelic English accent. Dante bowed his head, showing her his respect, she smiled and gently turned around to pack in her books. Dante, secretly squeezed her ass when she wasn't looking, copping a feel. But she felt it and slapt Dante very hardly.

"Just what the HELL do you think you're doing?!" She yelled, eyes flared up with anger, face hardened and her body was shaking.

"Easy babe, I didn't mean to touch your ass, I only wanted to get something and your delicious behind was in the way." He said and smirked, this tactic always got to the girls.

"Ah, how redundant, I heard that damn excuse over and over again! Leave! And who the hell are you?! I never even hired you!"

"Well, to be honest, I don't work for you, I work for some dude named Croft."

"I am a Croft, daughter of Peter Croft, heir to the throne." She simply stated, putting her hands on her slender hips.

"Y-You're a Croft?" Dante asked, eyes widening with horror. He couldn't believe he hit on his boss's daughter. He's screwed and not in a good way!

"Yes, of course, didn't you read the sign when you came in?" She asked, in a matter of factly tone.

"..Oh shit. Listen, Um..."

"Sarah."

"Sarah, I didn't mean to do that, I just love the ladies, and I would appreciate it if you don't tell your father I sexually harresed you. But, might I say, you're one hot sweet mama!" He said, an evil feline grin plastered on his face. Sarah's face hardened as her eyes flashed with fury again. She took a deep breath and told him, "I'll let it slide, for now. But if you do it again, I will kick your ass out of here so fast it will make your head spin. Are we clear on that?" She told him sternly, narrowing her eyes. He nodded and left swiftly. He rested on the wall next to her bedroom door and sighed in relief, he got out of that one pretty quick.

Dante doesn't know how much he can survive these people, what with their accents and demands and God damn stairs. And not to mention Croft's daughter is forbidden fruit and is a pistol, she may look dainty but she is as though as nails, he better be extra careful now, or any sudden offence may get his ass fired.

Author's Note: "I got bored and experimented, DanteOC has a nice ring to it. Well, here it is a Comedy/Romance/Drama story. As soon as it progresses demon will appear in it as well. Please don't think she is a Mary-Sue, if you think something is wrong with her, TELL ME IMMEDIATELY

Anyway, Next chapter is:

Second Day in Hell.

Please rate and review, tell me what you think so far."

-Tsundere