Chapter 2: What do you want?
Disclaimer: commen sense should tell the reader of this fan fiction, that I do not own Devil Mat Cry or its characters.
She was watching him from across the street in the rain, as he sat there in the diner eating a pizza that he had ordered and she remembered the fact that he practically lived off of pizza and strawberry sundaes. His every movement seemed to be slight and almost unnoticeable to anyone who was watching him, but she knew that he was only trying not to draw attention to himself. When he wanted to, Dante could be the life of the party, but other times he would withdraw himself from his immediate surroundings, becoming a blur in the room. Lady yawned as she felt how tired she was. It was about 3:50 A.M. and there was Dante going out for a midnight snack, so she followed him, but the reason for her following him was unknown to him. After the demon hunter had practically blown her off, she felt a sort of strange feeling as she wondered what had happened to him during the mission she recruited him for. Her method of recruiting was to convince the demon to steal the amulet that Dante treasured so much, causing him to go into a rage and seek out the demon's head. It was a legitimate means to an end, or at least she thought it was, but for some reason, Dante developed a cold front towards her. It wasn't like she had used such ways to get him to take a job before, but for some reason, Dante had decided it was the last straw. She saw that when he refused to even gamble with her, but then again, she always used that debt that he owed her as leverage to get him to take the bet. Maybe he would have never given her a single coin toss if he didn't owe her so much. Lady started to regret giving him the high paying jobs that allowed him to pay back those debts, but she knew that he had only grown so cold to her recently.
There she was watching him from the distance with her umbrella up to cover the rain as she waited in the alley for him to move, but she still wondered what she was doing there. It wasn't like she absolutely depended on his help, but he was very useful when he was on her side. Other times she had to go against him because of the conflict of interest, just like in the last mission. Memories of how determined he was to stop her from killing this demonic child that was the daughter of another demon knight. She was trying to hit the girl but he kept on swatting them away with his sword until she finally got so frustrated that she took out the big bazooka and fired it at a demon informant that told him where to find things. Could it have been that, thought Lady as she looked at the white haired half demon. Never before had she entertained the possibility that he might have been friends with his informants or even shared as sort of kinship to them. To her, Dante was as anti-devil as the next devil hunter, but inside of his mind there had to be a conflict of interest due to his demonic heritage. Even though Sparda had woken up to justice and fought against his demon brothers, it was highly doubtful if he showed them any hate just for being demons. Maybe Dante was becoming more like his father and only sought to destroy those demons that killed the innocent. When did he get so complicated?
She got tired of just watching him and decided to get off her motorcycle. Walking over to the door, she kept her eyes on him as she made sure her foot steps were soft and almost inaudible. No matter how soft they were he seemed to pick them up plain as day and he could tell who it was just by the sound of the footsteps. Everything was moving in slow motion around her as she inhaled the toxic scent of the diner and felt the intense amount of energy from him, but everything picked up speed minutes later, going faster than before and leaving her behind. She didn't even realize he was leaving until he said two unmistakable words that cut her somehow.
"I still wouldn't give you flip."
And like a magicians act, he was gone, a dream shrinking in the light of dawn, but that dream was so magnificent that she wanted the moon again and she found herself needing a continuation to that dream. That was why she got back on her motorcycle and drove all the way to there, the place she could always find him, the place that represented what she thought Dante meant to her. Devil May Cry. A name taken from something that she said to console Dante when he lost his brother and that was there bond that she hoped would remain forever. It was just the same as before, but now it seemed much colder than before, every item leaving only a bitter memory about another mission that she had roped him in on. So cold, even though everything was exactly in its place, except for the master of the shop, who was nowhere to be seen. She hadn't expected him to be missing from his one and only home, but she could only think of how he must hate her or at least how far he was going to severe his ties. On the coffee table was a stack of cards, the very same stack of cards he always played, but he never won, his unlucky cards. A pair of boots touched the floor just behind her and she turned around, gun drawn, right into Dante, ho eyes bore nothing, but coldness to.
"If you're here to give me a job I already have one," said Dante adding, "not that I would accept any job you had to offer."
"What changed between us," asked Lady as she looked into his cold blue eyes. "Why is it that you've grown so cold and distant from me? Is it that you don't owe me anything anymore, or is it that last mission?"
"I think it would have to be that last one," replied Dante as he walked over to his desk, sitting in his chair and kicking his feet up. "If I were to place exactly where you and I had a falling out, I would say the beginning and the end of the last mission. You know, when you stole the only memento I have of my mother to get me to take the job and then killed one of my informants just so you could kill a half demon child."
"Her father tried to bring a lot of chaos to this realm if you don't recall," said Lady as she frowned at his response. "I know I was wrong for the amulet, but the child was the daughter of one of your most dangerous enemies yet. There is no telling how much power that child has, but you're keeping her safe. It may one day be the death of you Dante."
"I wouldn't get your hopes up," said Dante as he cleaned out his ear. "Even if she was a demon, she hasn't done anything wrong yet, making her an innocent and I am obliged to protect any and all innocent, even if it is from you. I could understand you having your worries about her, but you tried to kill her and even killed a demon that hadn't harmed anyone for his entire life to get to her. Such a thing I could have understood years ago, but now I contemplate how many demons I killed didn't deserve the bullet."
"You're different from them Dante, you have no kinship with them," said Lady as she tried to place her hand on his shoulders, but he pushed it aside.
"I see humans who would kill for money," replied Dante as he flipped a coin up in the air. "I now begin to wonder, what is the difference between a demon and a human, because there are humans who can be just as evil as demons and demons that are just as good as humans. I guess the thing I most found distasteful was your inability to question things around you and you went to school. Well then again, I guess that's why you don't question things since the first thing they hammer into your sub-consciousness is that devils, no matter how they act or weak they are, are all evil."
"How would you know what schools teach," asked Lady, who was offended at the accusations of her being close minded. "I learned that from watching other demons take advantage of the humans around me."
"Funny thing is, I wasn't allowed at school because I couldn't prove I was the son of Sparda and because I didn't want to put others in danger just because they knew me. My mother taught Vergil and I everything we needed to know at that time and the other stuff we had to learn along the way. After she died, I grew up observing another thing that was very new to me and is new to you. I observed humans taking advantage of other humans and doing everything we would accuse demons of doing, so much that I wondered what the difference was between a demon and a human. When I learned about my ability to sense the demons and tell when they are near, I decided that I could start being a demon hunter and clean up my father's mess. It was during the time we met that I got a better understanding of demons, a subject that I was only slightly better on, and as such, I came to see them as more than my father's mess. Maybe having demonic blood in me makes me see the demons in a better light, but from my point of view, humans close themselves off to the other viewpoints."
Everything that she had thought about Dante went out the roof as she looked at this new man who was sitting there in that chair that another man once sat there. Well what else could he be doing when he sat there in silence, but contemplate the issues that were never brought up in his profession because no one wanted to think of a demon as anything less than that, but when everything all boiled down to it, what was the main thing that separated humans from demons? A dangerous question that many demon hunters would get when they thought too much and Dante had too much free time. She could only just look at him as he casually flipped through the magazine in his hands, looking at all the things he would buy since not long ago it would have been things he wished to buy. Deciding to stay for a bit longer, Lady took seat on the couch and decided to look through the deck of cards that were sitting there. Her eyes were getting heavier and before she knew it, she was sleeping on his couch with his coat covering her. His bed was his own personal space to sleep on when he wanted to sleep, but other times he would just sleep in his chair. That night he slept in his own bed, finding it uncomfortable to sleep in the same room as her, not wanting to think about why he couldn't get that one image of her firing the rocket at the girl, who was protected by Jinto, a weaker demon who often helped Dante with useful information and helped people who in trouble. Sleep was just coming to him when he was forced awake by a cry from downstairs. Lady!
Nicholas looked at the device that his "older brother" used to track down demons, not that he needed it to find them, but his brother had put him in charge of the device. Though his brother didn't realize it, he considered the device to be an insult to his abilities, saying that a machine could sense demons better than he could. He fumbled into his jacket pocket to find the pack of cigarettes that he always kept with him, much to his brother's displeasure, and lit up a cigarette. He moved the hand he kept bandaged to feel if it still hurt when he moved. Whenever his hand didn't hurt, he felt like he didn't exist and he would stab it until he felt something. Whenever it didn't hurt, his fear of not existing increased and he would never sleep well. He was about to find his way into his dream, he picked it up from fifty miles away and it was moving fast towards him. The light in the man's room was open and he could see the man trying to get lucky with the hooker that he had sent his way. The man was one of the leads they had and his brother was talking with some of the informants he had. He got stuck doing stake out and he was looking at the man with the hooker and just waiting for something to happen. He could feel the demon coming at him and then he sensed its course changing to the man and the hooker. He could hear a revolvers being cocked and he turned to hand his brother his knives.
"So in what way should we do this," asked Knives as he picked up the device which wasn't beeping yet. The demon was out of its range and it would only beep once the monster got into the fifty meter range.
"A demon's coming so I think we should wait for it to begin its attack or we could go in now and wait for it," replied Nicholas as he continued to load the gun that he had on his lap. It was a customized M9 with laser sighting and an optional silencer. He could see the nervous look on the hooker's face and he began to examine her closely, taking in all of the visual facts about her. "Don't tell me that you didn't send her in?"
"It was Relena's idea," said Knives with a look of embarrassment. He was surprised to see Nicholas, his "little brother," running off with the gun in his hand and one of his puppets under his arm.
"Fucking idiot, you and her are both the same!"
Please review my story and tell me what you think. Your reviews give me as much fuel as the Halo 3 Mountain Dew I've been guzling down.
