hey before I start..this is my first fanfic that is DMC. And I've never published on a site so yay to me. Legal stuff here, i don't own Capcom and i don't own Big Wreck either...(i wish! i'd be married to Ian Thornley right now). They wrote the song Ladylike. This story will have it's moment of being song fic-y but i haven't chosen most of the songs yet and this is all being played by ear. I actually like plot in a story. And yes please feel free to ask any questions about the stuff in my stories since I really love guitars, cars and music. Oh yah..review, it helps!

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"Fuck man," he grumbled, "by the way she described that you'd think the entire underworld opened up on her fucking front yard." He mounted his bike and continued on his way back to his home office. When he got there parked the bike on the curb and headed in. Unlocking the door and setting the keys on his desk he checked the machine for messages. There was nothing on there. First he undid Alastor from his back hung it back on the wall, took off ebony and ivory and placed them on the desk. He flopped into his chair threw his legs up on the desk. He sat back in his chair and waited. He wasn't frustrated, just bored. Years of experience in this industry taught him that just like all businesses, it had very slow days. Sighing he turned on his stereo to his favorite band Adrenaline Angel, grabbed the latest issue of Maxim magazine which he had no time to read earlier on. Sighing he admired the cover, it was Samsara Amana. The guitarist and the only female member of Adrenaline Angel. She was all posed out in her outfit composed on leather pants on her mile long legs, a tiny leather halter top revealing her tattoos down her arms. She had a come hither look in her eyes which was settled in her mahogany brown eyes. Her lips cherry glossy red in a cunning smile. A really beautiful black les Paul Gibson guitar was slung over her milk chocolate shoulder. Her black wild hair all windswept behind her making her look dangerous. Samsara is the girl all the bad guys want.

Next time he looked up at the clock it was 3 am. He scratched his head and pushed his silver hair out his eyes. He'd been sitting there for an hour with no calls Well he considered his options, Either go out get drunk, party and bring some broad home, or stay in, continue his downtime by going to bed. For some add reason he felt like If he went out the night before he'd regret it in the morning so he decided to call it a night. He went around turning off the lights. No cool looking trophies for his walls today. "Oh well," he thought," their all probably planning some sort of apocalypse for tomorrow." He couldn't help grinning to himself. He turned off the computer, locked up and headed upstairs. He got to his bedroom, slipped out his clothes, placed them on the chair this time so avoid a redoing of the gong show from the morning before. Took his beloved guns Ebony and Ivory and placed them under his pillow. You can never be too safe. He stretched raising his arms in the air. It felt so good not to go to bed being sorer than hell. He climbed into bed, slipping in between the sheets, curled up and waited for sleep to come.

But sleep didn't come. He tossed and turned. Glancing over at the clock, a glowing red 4:00 am stared back at Dante. He buried his head in his pillow and cursed. "The night I decide to turn in early I can't fucking sleep!". He thought it would be no point in tossing and turning in bed so got up and got dressed. He really didn't fancy his fighting garb just for taking a walk outside at night. He went into his closet, pulled on an old pair of jeans, a white t-shirt and some old boots. Strapped on Ebony and Ivory to his legs. He figured with would be cold and grabbed his motorcycle jacket. He looked out the window. There was a tiny sliver of the moon. "No wonder", he figured, "it's so dead because we just had a new moon". He galloped down the stairs and out the front door. Dante closed the door behind him and looked around. He could sense nothing out there. Groaning he turned on his heel and headed down the street.