A/N- story is set after DMC-3, so no trish, no vergil, no nero, and no other characters u've seen in DMC, DMC-2, DMC-4. enjoy! Dante should be 23

Chapter 1 Blue Periwinkle

Periwinkle (blue) — early friendship

Bright sunlight entering through a window, illuminating the room. A young man with soft ivory hair and cool blue eyes had a disappointed look on his face. He was on his last slice of pizza as he sat comfortably on his big chair. He had not recieved any job offers for the past few weeks. He was bored out of his mind, being deprived of his favourite pastime, which was of course beating the shit out of demons. Life couldn't possibly get worse, now could it?

This young man was Dante, son of Sparda the Dark Knight. While the demonic blood flowed through his veins, he was no demon. He had the heart of a human, as pure and kind as possible. But you won't see it so easily. This half breed tends not to show off this side. Don't worry, you'll find it if you dig deep enough.

Finishing that holy slice of pizza, he got up. Since nobody was coming to him for his services, he was awfully depressed. He needed to change his mood as quick as possible. His fingers ever so lightly brushed past his trusty dual guns, Ebony and Ivory, as he passed his desk. He wouldn't need them for where he was going. His broadsword, Rebellion was not neccessary either. After all, his destination was his favourite bar, the only one which welcomed him with warm hands at any time.

He reached the bar in no time, the dim atmosphere greeting him like an old friend. He went on ahead and occupied a stool. The bartender, knowing Dante for a long time, picked up his mood. and immediatly poured a glass of whisky for him. Dante graciously took it. It was his favourite pastime to get intoxicted and wasted.

He started going to this bar shortly after he opened his shop. During that time, he didn't show it due to his carefree nature, but he was depressed. He just lost his only family to the demon world, to hell. His brother, his twin brother was somewhere in the depths of hell, while he remained on planet Earth. Even though his brother had drove his very own sword into his chest, tried to bring hell to the world, somehow he couldn't stop loving him.

How tradgic...

It was in this bar where he shared those depressing nights sulking for his twin. Slowly it became a habit. Anytime he was feeling blue, an emotion he did not easily show his friends, he would come here and have a large dose of alchohol. Today, however, is a special day.

After his fifth shot, Dante heard some familiar footsteps. His eyes lifted and he looked back. It was Lady, She was his, somewhat, partner in business. She also hunted demons like him, only separately, and also, she was his piggy bank. Usually, he would be bankrupt and the person he asked money for would be her. But, hey it's not like it's his fault he's bankrupt. It's because of those missions without pay, or his shop gettng destroyed, or for his bad luck at gambling. So totally not his fault.

If you're worried about her finance, don't worry. She isn't the type to give money and expect nothing in return. So he now has a huge debt which he has to pay off. But, no she isn't here to collect money. She gave a disapproving look and he only gave a grin. She took a seat beside him and ordered some light alcohol. They stood silent for some time, before he broke the ice.

"So then, how'd you find me?" he asked with a monotonous look. He knew that she knew this was one of his favourite destinations, but he had to begin the conversation somehow.

"It's not that hard. Since this is like your favourite hot spot."

"Oh. Yeah. Well then, what brings you here."

"It's about a mission. Someone very wealthy offered me." she sighed as she stirred her glass. "There's an organisation which has sprouted with half-demons, like you. They are stirring trouble in the human world, and last time I heard, the Underworld are frightened of their strenght. Their powers are strong when combined, thanks to their leader, a full demon. "

His ears perked up with interest. Some new strong demons who needed ass-kicking. Yup, that was his type of job. Also, his interest piqued when he heard that they had the Underworld shivering in fear. Maybe, he could find information on Vergil. It was a small shot at finding his brother, but he was willing to take the risk.

Seeing him interested, she continued talking, "The organisations name is 'Constellations'. I heard there are twelve members, without the full demon. You do know the twelve constellations, right? They're based after them. They have two forms, human and demon. They aren't like you and Vergil, they have a different sort of devil trigger. Also, they can keep their demonic forms for as long as they wish, so that may be a trouble."

"Alrighty. Now then, what do you want me to do?"

"I need you to investigate and find out more about this group. They are an obvious threat to the world and we need to remove them. They work very slowly though, so there is alot of time in hand. To do so you need to assist a devil hunter."

"Assist?"

"That's the mission. You need to assist the demon hunter."

"And who's the client."

"Sorry, but my lips are sealed. Please Dante, you have to do this mission"

"Fine, if you insist. But you owe me. And I'm talking about cash."

She raised her eyebrow at him. He owed her so much money, and he had the nerve to ask her money. She gave him a fierce glare before leaving an envelope at the counter and exiting the bar. Dante lifted up the envelope, suspecting that more information was in it. He was surprised to see a large A4 sized paper with only two words written in the middle: "Star-Crossed". He turned the page over and saw an address. He knew he wasn't going to get bored anymore.

Dante was dissapointed to see that no one was inside the building. He had immediately gone to the address mentioned in the paper. It was a large old dilapidated house, made of red bricks. It had green ivy running along the walls, with beautiful white flowers. There were other various potted plants decorating exterior of the house. each plant had the most exotic flowers bloming on them. There were orchids, lilies, birds of paradise, sunflowers. They looked as if they grown with tender care, which led him to this conclusion. The owner of the house was either a poison junkie or a plant junkie. Maybe even a mad botanist. There were other possibilities, but he didn't dwell on them. The house had glass windows which had the curtains covering them. Beside the door their was a white nameplate on, which had the words 'Star-Crossed Devil Hunting' engraved on it.

He had grown impatient as nobody answered his knocks for over 10 minutes. Staring at the plants was not that fun, so he stromed off. Did he have to do this mission? Helping the assumed mad scientist wasn't exactly the ideal working situation. He could just tell Lady that the mission was a flop, the demon hunter refused his help and nearly killed him.

He walked down the neighbourhood and was dismayed to see such a peaceful community. There were kids running and playing on the streets. Mothers were putting their washed clothes out to dry. Teenaged couples were walking while linking their hands together. He assumed they had just finished school, as they had their rucksacks hanging on their shoulders. Other school children were coming back home in groups. They all had bright smiles and he was envious of them. Demons had not even touched their lives, they were carefree and didn't have to worry for their lives. They were safe, they didn't have to witness the gruesome death of their mothers, nor did they lose a father. For a moment he wondered what his life would've been if both his parents were mortals.

He shook his head. If he was a mortal, the most adventurous thing he could do was run away from his house. He would've been either blissfully unaware of the demons haunting the dark corners of the earth and lived an ignorant life, or been scared to death to even life. He thanked his lucky stars for giving him a father as strong as Sparda to keep life fun.

As his thoughts drifted off to other fun stuff, he failed to notice the woman standing still on the pavement. The small accident was inevitable. He was about to swear profusely, when he saw who he had bumped to. She was a curvy woman, about 9 inches shorter than him, so he guessed she was five foot four inches. Her lusterous wavy black hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall. On the front, they were cut into long side-bangs, which partially covered her forehead. She had a heart shaped face, a button-like nose and full pink lips which gave her this sweet look. Her big eyes were a deep green, and looked almost like real emeralds. She had fair skin, and facewise, she was really cute. Bodywise, she was fucking hot. Curves in the right places, breasts which were quite big. The outfit she was wearing, a strapless fluffy white dress, reached to her knees and revealed her shapely legs. He knew he had to make his move on this woman. It would be a crime not to...

"I'm so sorry I bumped into you, Miss. My mind was distracted." he said in a suave tone.

She smiled a sugary sweet smile, "It's alright."

"No, it's not alright. Not seeing a pretty young thing like you, I should be arrested." He knew flattery was the way to a woman's heart, and any second now she would be putty under his hands.

She giggled like a school girl. 'Too easy' he thought. Normally, a woman playing hard to get would've turned him on, but she was different. He was already turned on.

She batted her long eyelashes. "Looks like you owe me." she said with another giggle.

"Looks like I do. What do you wish? I'm in your debt."

"You could treat me to some ice-cream."

"So then, who do I owe ice-cream to?"

"It's Aria."

"Hey there Aria, I'm Dante."

He watched her lustfully as she slowly licked the double-chocolate chip ice cream, while enjoying his ice-cream. He could think of a million things that tongue could do, but it's best if he kept dirty thoughts to himself. She gave him shy glances in-between licks, which made him almost ashamed of his thoughts. Almost. They were peacefully walking down the pavement, no words shared. Finally, the woman spoke, "What brings you here? I've never seen you here before."

"Business."

"If you don't mind me asking, what kind of business?" she gave him these big puppy-dog eyes, how could he mind?

"I was supposed to meet this crazy botanist who's supposed to help me, but I don't even know whether she was home, so I ditched her."

He saw her twitch momentarily, but brushed it off. Perhaps the cold of the ice-cream got to her that second. Must be. "Shouldn't you have waited?" she asked innocently.

"Don't you worry your heart over that crazy person. Now then, why don't we talk more about you?"

"There's not much to talk about me. Hmmm...what do you do?"

"Me? I'm just a person who does various jobs for anybody."

She looks at him curiously. "Are you a male whore?"

Dante nearly spitted out the ice-cream in his mouth. "Wha-No-I mean how-What!"

She giggled that cute laugh. "I'm just kidding."

He breathed a sigh of relief. "You have a cute sense of humour."

"Why, thank you."

"Now, now only stating facts. Say, what do you do?"

She stopped walking, and he halted too surprised at her actions. "If you don't mind, I have to go now."

He was not going to let her go now. Not after he paid for the ice-cream! "No, wait. We don't have to talk about you." he said, trying his best to sound calm.

"I'm really sorry. We'll meet again. Thanks for the ice-cream." Saying that, she ran off, but paused. "Make sure to visit the crazy botanist." she screamed and proceeded to run off again.

He was left there standing with a cone of strawberry ice-cream on his hand. "Damn...I actually paid for her ice-cream."

The ebony haired woman ran until she was out of Dante's sight. She took a moment to relax herself, then started to walk casually. She smirked as she recalled the name Dante had called the occupant of the old brick house. Not very original but cute. Maybe there were too much plants decorating the front of the house. Though he could have found a cooler nickname. As she entered the front yard of the old brick house, a white flame enveloped her body. When the fire subsided, the colour of her hair changed to a tranquil white, like the fleece of sheep, and turned more shaggy. Two thick horns, curled up like a Ram's, appeared on her head. Her skin took on a whiter shade, as if all the colour was drained out of her body. Her emerald green eyes turned lighter and lighter, until they turned into the lightest shade of blue.

She took out a key from a potted periwinkle plant and opened the door. The plant had sprouted blue periwinkle blossoms. She gingerly snapped one of them off and admired it before placing it on her hair. She smiled very softly, as she took off her high heeled shoes to put on the more comfortable slippers. She went to the bedroom and swiftly changed to a white pyjama set. Even though the day still hadn't ended, she was so sleepy. She needed to take a nap. She had a feeling there were going to be many sleepless nights ahead.

In that red brick house, they say that a beautiful star lives in it, offering her services to mankind. If you are lucky enough to meet her, she will assist you. But beware, for she is not who you think she is.

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I hope you liked it. If it isn't a bother, please review. Criticism is greatly welcomed. Offers for betaing are warmly welcomed as well. Expect next chapter by next month. oh yeah...I should warn you...I based the OC after my really close friend, and all my other OCs are based on all my other extremely close friends, so yeah...my OCs are very important to me (I even drew them out, and man they're hot! except my best friend...cause she's flat and sickly thin)