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Reunion

Dante walked through the building, it wasn't his place to make excuses, and he didn't have one to begin with. As of right now, he was on a mission. Trish was already in a different part of the building, trying to find… whatever they were here to find in the first place. Trish had gotten a call the day before, someone had lost something of importance, but they had no description of it. Dante was frustrated, not because of the mission at hand, but because Trish had deserted him at the front gate, telling him it was best if he went home.

Dante's mind was in shambles, it had been months since he last seen the women, and he didn't get her name. Apparently it had been bothering him so much; he was becoming a hindrance during battles, and mission. Half the time, she didn't even bother to tell him about them, she just up and left, giving him the choice on if he wanted to follow. Dante was making his way back, the mansion was huge, and he sometimes had troubles finding which way to go. It was old, instead of electricity; it was the old fashion torches that lit his path. The hall he was walking down was empty, to extremely tall double doors were a ways down, and he noticed someone was in there. The light reflected on the floor, through the crack in the doors, and he paused beside them listening inside. Someone was rummaging through stuff, he figured it was Trish, and he walked in, speaking to her.

"Hey Trish… Do you think I could…?" And he stopped mid sentence when he noticed it wasn't Trish at all. The girl had her back to him, still looking through whatever it was and she looked to Dante.

"Ah… So we meet again!" She spoke, finally facing him directly. His mind suddenly became fuzzy, he couldn't think properly and she positioned herself better, placing something in her utility belt. He figured she had to have been using a spell, but he couldn't sense it. She had gotten the best of him again, moving before he was able to think and she gestured her hand towards him. In an instant, he felt his arms being pinned, and when he looked, chains kept him in place. They wrapped around his wrist, and attached themselves to the two pillars next to him.

"What the hell are you doing!" He demanded. The daze began to fade the more irate he became, concerned about what she was planning. She merely smiled at him, and began to eye him up, like he was a piece of candy. She started walking towards him, her footsteps echoing in the large hall and she snickered. "Planning on escaping again?" he asked.

"Ah, no. This time… I feel like having a bit of fun." She said, walking behind him to take a good look at the man. She studied him, seemingly analyzing him and she spoke again. "What are you? You seem to be human, but you have the stench of a demon."

"Heh…" Dante chuckled. She appeared in front, with the same smirk as before and she calmly pulled out a dagger from her utility belt. He didn't like the situation, but he was ready for anything. Watching, she reached up and undid one of the chains with the dagger. Gaining the opportunity, he reached for his sword, taking a swing at her, but she jumped back before it was able to hit her.

"What are you planning, Woman!" Dante hissed, tugging at the chains.

"Like I said before, I just feel like having a little fun!" She shrugged, smiling at him. He wanted to wipe the smile off her face, made her seem innocent. He loathed it. She braced herself, and threw a dagger at his hand, making him drop the sword. She jumped over to the sword, kicking it to the side, and grabbed his hand. "Well, if we do it this way, it won't be fun at all."

The girl yanked the dagger out of his hand and Dante flinched and grinded his teeth. The girl returned the dagger to her utility belt, and reached behind Dante. She trailed her fingers across his skin, and he felt a surge of pain. Looking down, he seen she was inflicting the same damage as he did, and in a quick motions, she pulled out his guns and looked at them. Smirking, she threw them aside, and Dante grunted. She grabbed the collar of his coat, yanking it clean off his arm. She fastened the chain back onto his wrist, and repeated the same process for his other arm. It was an easy task, he only wore his coat, underneath lie nothing. She observed him, he noticed she acted funny; she clenched his coat, and licked her lips. Dante was now concerned, thinking she might be seeing him as prey.

"Now I can get a good look at you." She whispered in his ear, she threw his coat to the ground, and laughed. Dante was breathing heavily, and he gasped as she touched him again. He looked down at her, she was barely touching him, and to his disbelief, he was beginning to feel aroused. "Did you think you were the only one to do such things?" She asked, looking up at him, giving him the image of innocents, and Dante growled, irate.

"What are you…." But he was cut off before he could finish asking. She dragged her finger across his skin, forcefully and her eyes glistened as he moaned out in pleasure. The pain was intense, his skin was instantly in blisters, and her nails dug into them and broke them open. She stopped her torture for a moment, and walked around him. She was taking the sight of him in, watching his muscles twitch with the adrenalin and the pain she inflicted on him. Dante lowered his head, trying hard to cover up what was building inside him and she noticed, again standing in front of him.

"Hey now, don't go hiding on me." She giggled. She placed a finger under his chin, and forced him to look at her. When he looked her directly in the eyes, she nodded, scratching his burn before continuing. She took her full hand, and placed it on his stomach, reaching towards his chest. She let out a sigh of relief when Dante grunted under the pain, he was beyond aroused now. She clawed at his chest, biting her own lip and making it bleed. She took her hands off him, and made her way towards his back. Again he felt her drag her finger across his back, and he realized that she was writing something on his back.

"Who are you?" Dante asked, as the girl lifted her finger off his skin. He sat there for a couple moments, listening to the silence. He was ready to turn around, thinking she had left when he heard her giggle. She placed her finger on him again, this time on his upper neck, and he moaned. He was completely awestruck, he couldn't understand why he was getting so much pleasure from pain, and the fact that he was fully aroused made it even more troubling.

"You don't have to worry about that, you'll find out soon enough." She said, she came back to the front to face him, "I should be asking you that question."

"Haven't you heard?" he asked sarcastically. She began to walk away from him, and he got irate again, he wanted to feel her touch again, she stopped where she first was. "I'm Dante, son of Sparda." He smiled.

"Interesting name… but I've never heard of you." She said bending to pick something up, she placed it in her back pocket and stood to face him. Dante was quick with his actions and snapped one of the chains off the pillars, sending it at her. It snapped on her shoulder before she was able to react, and she jumped back. Gasping in pain, she laughed at him and somehow, the chain was back on the pillar. He had gotten her, from her shoulder blade to her collarbone, in one clean cut. She looked to find herself bleeding and grinned, "A little feisty are we? I like that… Try not to get to impatient…" she laughed. She placed a finger on her wound, wiping up some blood and she casually licked it off her finger, and walked towards him.

"I could wait all night…" he breathed as she placed her hands on his chest again. He was overwhelmed with pleasure, taking in the pain and closing his eyes. She dug her nails in as he watched her discreetly, and they both began to breathe heavily. She looked up at him, still keeping her head bowed, almost seductively and she smiled a toothy grin. Dante firmly grabbed the chains, pulling on them as hard as she could, and they snapped, falling to the floor. She didn't try to contain him, too preoccupied in her own activities, and he threw the chains around the both of them, wrapping them together. He tightened the chains, pulling them together so she couldn't escape, and she suddenly cried out in pain. He too, realized he was in pain, and he looked down to see both of their torsos touching. She reached around, clawing at his back, unable to determine if she wanted him close or to back away. She was panting; she was between pure agony and shear bliss. He suddenly was hungering for more, smelling her skin and nuzzling her hair. He smelt her blood, moving his head towards her collar bone; he traced her wound with his tongue and burned it closed. In an instant, she moaned, becoming weak at the knees, but Dante held her up. He was never this fascinated by any woman before; he wanted to savor her touch, and wishing to stay in this moment forever.

Breathing heavily, she stood on her toes and whispered faintly into his ear. Dante smiled, letting the gap between them widen so he could get a better look at his prey. He let go of a chain, drawing his hand to her neck, and traced it down to her collarbone, following the curve. She pushed away from him, hesitantly moaning, and recoiled when her forearms burned from touching his chest. Dante took no heed to her, doing what he wanted, his entire body was covered in burns and scratches, but he didn't care. She was clawing at him, seemingly begging for more, and Dante turned his head to nuzzle her neck again, but something changed. "No!" she breathed suddenly, before he knew what was happening, she was gone from beneath the chains, running for the door.

"Hey!" He called out to her, but she was gone just as fast as she came. Dante noticed that the chains were completely gone, an illusion? Trish appeared at the door a moment later, seemingly confused and looking behind her. Dante sighed, reaching for his belongings and almost forgetting about what had just happened. He put his coat on, holstered his guns and strapped his sword to his back. He thought about what just happened, and smirked, "Did you find anything Trish?"

"No… Who was that girl?" she asked turning to him. "What the hell happened to you?" She snickered.

"Does it matter? Did you find it or not?" he hissed. She ran over to him, ignoring his attitude and examined his wounds. She touched an open blister and he flinched, it was nothing more than pain. "I'll take that as a no." he said pushing her aside.

"Wait, what the hell happened in here? I couldn't find the thing anywhere, so this was the last place I could find it." She stated.

"Do you remember the girl we found at Devil May Cry? That was her. I think she might have taken what we were looking for," He lied. He refitted his coat, and began making it was to the door, Ignoring Trish's confused look. "I thought you said I was the only one who could burn her?"

"Well, if she's pure enough, she'll burn you too, of course. But I didn't see any burns on her." Trish stated, getting out ointment for the burns. "Are you sure she burned you? And not casting some kind of spell?"

"I couldn't tell you, I was chained at one point, but I think those were illusions." He grunted, remembering he could move.

"She's something alright…" Trish mumbled.

"What exactly? She heals quickly and can manipulate people. But when she's unconscious demons can burn her, yet when she's awake, she can burn demons?" He said running everything through his head. "It doesn't make sense!" He said getting pissed.

"What exactly did she do?" Trish asked, wondering about the chains.

"Tortured me." He said turning to leave. "You need to tell me more about this pure crap."

"Sure… lets heal you first. You're a mess." Trish laughed, "Tortured my ass." She said under her breath.

A/N: So far so good! :D Hopefully it'll stay like this, I'm loving where this is heading. YAY! Don't be afraid to write a review. I'd much appreciate it. Bie bie for now, Next chapter soon! :D