Guns N' Roses

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Summary: 'And so the lion fell in love with the lamb'. Devil May Cry'd. 'And so the devil fell in love with the hunter.' DantexOC, NeroxOC (Kyrie should go die, seriously.) slight VergilxOC.

Disclaimer: -sigh- Sadly, I don't- hey, wait! Where's Dante!? It's his turn to do the disclaimer!

Vergil: I don't know where that dimwit is. Find him yourself.

Dark: Freaking Dante… -walks off- Hey Verg, do the disclaimer while I'm gone!

Vergil: DarkSandHanyou doesn't own Devil May Cry.

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Mission One: Discovery

Briiiiiiing! Briiiiiiiiiiing! Briii-

The phone was cut off mid-ring by a boot to the desk, said boot sending the phone into the air and into the hand of everyone's favorite devil hunter. Scratch that. Devil hunter/ pervert/ pizza lover/ strawberry sundae demander. Yeah, that was more like it.

"Devil May Cry," he replied into the receiver, taking another bite of the last slice of his pizza.

"Meet me at the old warehouse on Jefferson and 5th, next to the boarding docks. Ten o' clock." No introduction. How rude. There was a click on the other side of the line, and no more was said.

"Well… looks like we've got a case to solve Watson." he mumbled to himself, looking over to the clock on the opposite wall. Nine-thirty; plenty of time to get to the docks. Sliding out of his chair, Dante slipped into his jacket and grabbed Ebony, Ivory, and Rebellion in almost one swift motion, then headed for the door.

The streets were close to deserted, only a few people not in a bar or at home on Saturday night. The only real traffic was a few late-night joggers, not much to think on.

But that's not the point of this story, so, moving on.

The waves of the bay made quiet lapping noises against the concrete of the shore. It was dark on this side of the city, only a few street lamps lighting the area. The stars could be seen easily, the nearing-winter air clear and crisp.

The warehouse in question was at the end of a line of many of them, on the intersection of the two streets mentioned. At the front of the building were two large sliding doors, next to which was a normal sized door for casual entry.

Of course, Dante, being Dante, took the sliding doors.

But I digress. If I go on, this'll probably end up being a rant.

Now, as I was saying before I so rudely interrupted myself, Dante took the large sliding door, closing it behind him as he entered. Moonlight shined into the complex through a glass opening in the roof. There was silence, no movement being detected.

As if on cue to the previous statement, a small crash came from the glass above. A figure dropped from the new hole in the glass, landing lightly in front of him. She had short, cropped brown hair which reached to her shoulders, which framed bright blue eyes. Her skin was pale, a deep blue, low cut, sleeveless leather vest cutting off just above her pants line, which were also a very deep blue leather, cut off with black boots near the middle of her shin. Twin swords were attached to her back, one black and the other white, both with the same color tassels on the end of their hilts.

"Geez Dee, I still don't see how you can stand doing shit like that." mumbled another figure to her companion. She came out of the shadows from the back of the warehouse. This one was almost the complete opposite in looks. Long, dirty blond locks cut off just below her knees, bangs almost covering her gray-blue eyes, one stray bang crossing over from the right side of the bridge of her nose and ending close to the tip of the left side. Black gloves came up to just above her elbows and were fingerless, save her middle finger. She wore a low cut, red halter top, the bottom forming an upside down 'V' just under her rib cage and fanning out to create a longer, coat like back. Black baggy pants went down her legs, combat boots covering her feet. A sword rested at her side with a bright red hilt and a charm in the shape of a red star hanging off of a golden chain on the end. Two holsters were attached to the upper part of the back of her legs, guns in place. "Heights, ugh." she murmured, shivering dramatically for emphasis.

Dante smirked, "Hello ladies."

The two of them jerked their faces forward, brows furrowed in aggravation. "Pig." mumbled Destiney.

"Well hell, I hate it when I get copied. Nice choice in color, though."

He smirked, "Well, lets get this show on the road shall we? Are you the ones who called me here?"

The second one crossed her arm across her chest. "Of course we did. Why else do you think we would be in this crappy old place?" she replied, smarting back at him as she looked around.

"We came here for a challenge. Well, Tawney did, anyway." Dee added, looking over at her partner.

"Because you suck at gambling." Tawney retorted. She looked back over at Dante. "I haven't had a decent fight in years. When we heard about you, we thought you'd put a good one. Being a devil hunter and all, and considering our mother was one. I won the bet, so I get to fight you, Dante." she smirked.

"Well, since the introductions are over," Dante sighed, "let's rock." (A.N: I'm sorry… I had to do that. xD)

"Swords for a start out then?" she asked, unsheathing the katana from her waist.

"Alright then." He pulled Rebellion from his back, preparing himself.

"Snarky bastard." Tawney mumbled, switching into her battle stance. Her hand stroked down one of the sides of her blade until it reached the tip of the sword. Her back knee bent, causing the one in front to stretch out

Destiney sighed, retreating to the opposite side of the building. Two cocky assholes dishing it out; this was going to get irritating very quickly.

Dante smirked, (A/N: Lordy I make him do that a lot in these fanfics… but hey, he is a snarky, cocky, egomaniac, and- oooooh…. hey Dante… -hides-) watching as Tawney's stance changed, a small moment passing in which no one moved. "Did we come here for a fight or what?" he asked.

A cocky smile crossed her face, and she lunged forward at him, sword outreached.

And so it began.

Dante guarded it easily, sparks flying as metal hit metal. "Nice sword." she mumbled, taking a second to take a look at Rebellion. "Meet mine." She quickly revolved quickly on her heel, bringing her sword back down quickly, once again clashing with Rebellion.

"And you're pretty strong for a chick." Dante retorted, actually having to work to keep her sword away from his face.

"Good-"she grunted, jumping backwards. "I've been practicing for this." Her leg kicked off the ground hard. "But let me ask you something. Can your sword do this!?" she yelled, bringing her sword down with a huge amount of velocity. A ring of red and pink energy came from the sword when it hit the ground, sending a shock wave through the ground.

Dante jumped into the air, missing the main force of the tremor, although it still caused him to fumble a small bit when he landed. "He sniggered, "Your attacks are way too direct."

"And you're one to be talking. I haven't seen you make an offensive move yet." With that said, she lunged again, her sword thrusting forward over and over and a blurring pace.

Each stab was blocked easily, either dodged or merely hitting Rebellion. "God… damn… devil hunter!" she mumbled to herself, becoming more and more infuriated as each strike of her sword failed. A growl ripped through her throat, feeling the warm ooze of blood coming from a gash he was able to make in her arm.

Tawney lunged forward again, using as much force as she could to push back her opponent's larger sword. A sick and twisted smile crossed her face, mere inches from his as she forced the blade closer and closer to him. In a swift moment though, he pushed back, hard enough to send her backwards.

She quickly jumped backward, holstering her sword in the process, and proceeded to yank her twin guns from their holsters. Taking aim, she fired rapidly. Dante rolled behind a stack of crates, hitching Rebellion back into its holster on his back, preparing Ebony and Ivory.

Tawney ran around the crate he was hiding behind, firing once again at her target. "What, are you afraid of defeat!? Is that' why you're hiding!?" she yelled at him, that sick smile still plastered on her face. Something had changed; her eyes had gone from their grey-blue color to a bright red.

Destiny sighed from her position across the building. If all of this shooting kept on, some one would eventually hear them. "I swear, I feel like I'm the older sister sometimes." she mumbled to herself.

More gunfire rang out, and Tawney jumped onto one of the small towers of crates. Dante circled around the tower again, firing just the same. A few bullets had pierced his right arm, a few more around his stomach. Tawney was never that good of an aim anyway.

Another shot dug its way into her collarbone, accompanying the ones in her legs and chest. Her hand went to cover it, and she stumble off the crate. The gun that had previously been in the hand covering her collarbone was back in its holster, and she fired with her left one. Her steps were staggering as she retreated backward, still firing as she tried to keep her vision from blurring. One of her major veins was where the bullet had gone to, and it was making it hard for her senses to be as sharp as they normally were.

It was also causing what she never wanted to happen to happen.

Her demon half was compensating for the lack of blood, and the adrenaline rush from the battle. That was never good, it always ended badly for her, and she was emotionally rough for along time after each outbreak.

Forcing her own will into her body, she backed away, trying to keep from sustaining anymore damage from herself. Her blood red eyes were turning back to their normal blue as she backed towards her sister. Her legs finally gave out from the shear pressure of keeping the demon half at bay. She fell backwards onto her butt, still trying in vein to hit her target.

Completely out of energy, her hand and the gun within it fell to the ground next to her. She looked up at Dante, her breathing ragged as her thoughts tried to blur. She snarled at him, angry at herself for letting this happen.

"It won't be the same next time, devil hunter." she spat at him, allowing her sister to help her up.

Dante just smirked at her, making Tawney all the more furious. "I hope not. I like more of a challenge."

Another growl echoed from the back of her throat, the two of them leaving through the back entrance of the warehouse.

Ebony and Ivory were put back into their rightful positions, Dante watching as the girls left, and the door for a few moments after they left, making sure that no surprise attack was going to be made. With another cocky smirk plastered onto his face, he strode back out of the building, towards the familiarity of his office.

Something told him that this was far from over. And that it would get interesting; very quickly.