Disclaimer: I don't own Devil May Cry or one of the boys.

So, after a long time, (too long and I'm really sorry for that) this is third chapter and, to be honest, it is more a part of the third but the original one was too long so I had to cut it into three parts.

Reviews are always welcome. Please, enjoy!


Part three: The Stranger

The New York airport was as crowded as ever.

People wandered from one side to the other looking for their gate or someone who would pick them up. Happy smiles lay on all of their faces and it seemed that they had no idea what was waiting on the outside. The danger which was out there was of no interest to them.

Dante shook his head. He couldn't stand these family reunions.

How is it possible that they laugh when a few blocks away a child loses his family? Don't they see the death coming up the road?

Straightening his shouldershe sighed deeply and picked up his suitcase.

All these happy faces are making me feel sick.I couldn't care less about them. I have to find you, brother.

Walking through the masses of laughing or screaming human beings he wondered if he could use his Air Hike to get to his terminal faster; but of course, it would create a massive panic, and attract a lot of attention, two things he didn't want. It would be problematic to say the least.

So he had to wait, curbing his impatience, until the queues moved forward a little and he could at least see the terminals. Mumbling nasty things about demons and human beings under his breath, which earned him an odd look from the man standing next to him, he eyed his surrounding area. There was nothing interesting to see but he had no idea what else he could do but observe the masses of humanity that swarmed by him.

The only thing that sucks more than demons is boredom, he thought and looked around again.

Patience wasn't one of his abilities and he wasn't sure if he really needed it or wanted it.

After a few minutes of unnerving noises and unfriendly words he felt a light touch on his elbow. He turned around, ready to unleash his irritation on whoever had touched him and looked into the face of a man who was about forty years old. His dull brown hair was uncombed and his tie hung around his neck like a gallows rope.

Raising his eyebrows he gave the man a hostile look.

"I didn't do anything, Sir!" the man stuttered waving his hands defensively.

"Hm," Dante answered with a dubious expression, starting to turn back again when he was stopped by a second touch.

What the...?

Lowering his gaze he looked into a pair of dark green eyes which shimmered with amusement. They belonged to an old woman who smiled warmly at him. She was about half Dante's height with grey strands of hair that fell like waves around her wrinkled face. Years ago she must have been a beautiful woman... but age had ravaged her face. Only her eyes had life, and Dante found himself staring into their depths. They were ageless and wise, seeming to look beyond time.

"Hello, dear boy," she said, in a voice that shook gently.

"You look like a strong man. Would you be so kind as to help me with my heavy suitcase, please?"

Dante felt her eyes on him and felt a strange prickling feeling go through his body.

It was like she could see right through the masks that he arranged around himself and straight into his soul. He disliked that intensely, but somehow he couldn't prevent himself from answering.

"Sure I can help you, ma'am."

"Thank you, you won't regret it." She smiled again and pointed at a large, blue-black trunk which was nearly as high as she was. The young half demon looked from the trunk to the woman and back again.

"That's yours?" he asked suspiciously. She nodded her head and twinkled. Again Dante looked over to the suitcase. It seemed impossible that the huge suitcase could belong to the tiny little woman but she grabbed his hand and laid it on the grip.

Okay, that's obvious, he thought and took the trunk. It was not as heavy as it had looked and it was definitely lighter than his own.

The old woman smiled again and took a step to stand next to him. In front of them stood a girl with a yellow tank top and a long green skirt that looked more like grandma's curtains than a cloth.

How can someone wear that kind of cloth without having an allergic reaction? That borders on bodily harm! Dante took his eyes off the girl and observed the old lady next to him.

She wore a really long, grey skirt and a white blouse. It was decent and didn't hurt his eyes. Her long hair shimmered smoothly and went down half way her back.

She looked exactly like the stereotype of a good old granny. Except for the eyes.

"Hey, er, may I ask what your name is, please?" Dante tried to stay calm and polite although the noise of three children running through the crowd behind him was causing a painful headache to rise behind his forehead.

The lady gave him a knowing look and answered.

"I'm Rosalie and you are...?"

Thin eyesbrows were raised. The young demon hunter felt uneasy under her observation.

"Name's Dante," he said and took the offered hand to shake it. For an old lady who could barely carry her suitcase she had a strong handshake.

"Dante," she repeated slowly like she wanted to taste it.

"Sounds nice. I'm pleased to meet you!"

Again Dante felt like she was able to see right through him. To avoid her penetrating look he moved his eyes away from her face and let them wander around the area again.

This is going to take forever, he thought, as he watched the seemingly endless queue ahead of him.

In front of them the girl shifted her position and threw an interested glance over her shoulder. It seemed that she wanted to flirt with him.

Rosalie looked at him then at the young girl. Grinning like the Cheshire Cat she tapped on the girl's shoulder.

"Dear girl," she said in a low voice.

The girl turned around and looked at her then her eyes flickered to Dante. She tried to catch his eyes, but he wasn't interested in her.

"Dear girl, would you be so kind and let an old woman and her nephew pass by? My legs hurt and I don't know how long I can stand the waiting." Rosalie's voice was pleading. The girl looked down into Rosalie's eyes.

A few seconds passed then the girl's expression went blank.

"Sure, go ahead." She said and pointed forwards.

"Thank you, dearie," Rosalie answered and waved Dante to follow her.

The young half breed had observed the situation and now he was sure that Rosalie wasn't just an old woman.

"Dante?" he heard her voice.

"What?... Yeah, I'm coming," he shouted and moved past the people.

He didn't care if he knocked against the others as he passed them. His thoughts were clouded and he didn't know why. He couldn't seem to summon a memory of his brother's face.

Why am I unable to see my brother's face? He looks exactly like me!Dante tried to get an image of himself but somehow even that wasn't possible. It was like all memories of Vergil had been removed from his mind.

Rosalie went on tapping on shoulders and they got along quite well. There were just three people left then they would be able to check in. Two business men and a teenage boy whose expression showed that he really would rather be anywhere but there.

"My apologies, Sir, but would you mind if an old woman and her nephew would pass you?" she asked politely and her eyes caught the man's.

"Well, I..." he started answering but stopped dead when his eyes met Rosalie's.

The young demon hunter stood next to them and had a good view of her face.

What the hell? He asked himself as he saw the dark green eyes glowing unnaturally.

How is that possible?

"Rosalie?"

"Yes my dear?"

"May I have a word with you, please?"
"Oh, can it wait till we are in the plane?"

She looked at him and he saw her try her little glowing eye trick on him as well. Dante lowered his gaze quickly and nodded his head.

"Sure," he said slowly.

"Good!" was the only reply.

No one seemed to see her eyes sparkling and it didn't surprise him anymore. If she could manipulate the people around then it wasn't a suprise that they didn't see her unnatural eyes.

Dante was sure that she was at least a half demon, too, but he couldn't ask her right now.

The only thing he could do was to follow her till the masses thinned out. Then he would have a word with her.

She has a few things to explain to me! He said to himself while he passed the last two people.

At the terminal sat a woman who wasn't even thirty years old. Her blue eyes were heavy from tiredness and her smile was worn out.

"Good morning, Ma'am," she greeted Rosalie first.

"Sir," a soft nod into his direction.

"May I see your tickets, please?"

Dante gave her his ticket and then he watched Rosalie gave hers. Again he could see how the dark green eyes glowed hypnotically.

She's creepy! He thought while he observed the change of the woman at the check in terminal. Slowly her expression went from astonished to frightened to blank. The blue eyes looked into nowhere as she asked them to put their suitcases onto the scales.

"Everything is perfectly fine, my dear!" he heard Rosalie whispering. "It is not over the weight limit. We have to hurry and you should go to sleep, dear!"

The woman nodded emotionlessly then gave the tickets back and wished them a comfortable flight in a monotone voice.

Rosalie took hers and strode away confidently without looking if Dante would follow.

The young half breed waited a few moments then he started following. He had no idea what kind of creature Rosalie was but she was definitely not human.

Dante picked up the suitcases and together they went on.

Behind him he could hear someone screaming. Turning around he saw that the woman they had talked to before had collapsed. People were gathering around and gawping.

"That was you, right?" he asked Rosalie while he speeded up to catch up with her.

"What was me?" she replied innocently not looking into his face.

"You made the girl collapse, right?" he accused, staring stubbornly at the ground so she couldn't use her trick on him.

"And if I was the one who did it? What would you do?" She didn't even stop to wait for the answer. Dante shook his head.

"But why?" He was irritated. It was quite helpful when they stood in the rows but the woman hadn't really been in their way. He had had enough money to pay the fine for being over the weight limit but she had manipulated her, too.

"Because she needed some sleep," was the simple answer.

Dante stopped and stared at her.

"She needed sleep? That's it? That's the only reason?" he wanted to yell but he felt his throat getting tight. Rosalie stopped, too, but she didn't turn around.

"Was it a mistake to help her getting some sleep?" she wanted to know.

Dante couldn't answer that. He was furious but he controlled himself.

"We should go on," Rosalie proposed. Silently he nodded and started walking again.

A few minutes passed by while they walked next to each other in perfect silence then the entrance showed up.

"Oh fuck!" Dante stopped dead letting both suitcases fall down to the ground. Rosalie looked at him alarmed.

"What happened?" she asked worriedly.

"I think I forgot something," he answered slowly, gazing down to his hips.

He had Ebony and Ivory hanging in their holster on his hips like he was used to. If he tried to put them into the suitcase they would gather the attention of the security team. If he kept them on then he was in trouble. Both were something he wanted to avoid.

Rosalie smiled softly.

"I'll help you, under one condition!" she said.

"That would be?" he asked suspiciously. He didn't trust her in the first place.

"You don't ask me what you want to know till we are in London!" She had a perfect poker face so he couldn't say if she was joking or serious. Finally he gave in.

"Okay, but when we are in London you're going to answer my questions!" He wanted to make it clear that he didn't usually negotiate like this.

"Deal!" she said and went on.

They came to the security men who wanted to know if they were smuggling drugs, weapons or other illegal stuff.

Idiots! Dante thought. As if someone would really tell them if they were carrying something illegal in their suitcases! A grim smile appeared on his face when he stepped through the gate. Like he'd expected, it beeped furiously as it detected the metal of his guns.

"Sir," one of the security guards started but was interrupted by Rosalie.

"I'm sorry, dear," she said softly." It so happens that my nephew has recently had a piercing done at a very private place."

Dante blushed at her words.

Couldn't she think of something else? He growled silently. His face was as red as his coat and he could see the men smiling smugly at him.

"Why don't you show us?" a young one asked him trying to sound seductive. Why the hell does everyone seem to be hitting on me today? Dante thought in exasperation, before turning round and smiling dangerously at him.

"Sorry, honey, but I already have a boyfriend and he's really jealous. So if I tell him that I had to show you what I actully had done for him..."

He could see the colour of the other one fade away.

"May I go through, please?" he gave the man a cold look.

"Er," the other one stuttered.

"Sure. Have a nice flight." He blushed slightly when Dante passed him.

On the other side he waited for Rosalie to go through the gate and for their suitcases to be given back.

The old woman smiled at him in a manner he didn't like then she moved on.

"Okay, dear, let's get into the plane," she smiled at him.

Growling, he took the suitcases and followed her.

Behind him he could hear the security guards discussing his ass even though it was covered with his coat.

"Couldn't you use anything else other than a piercing?" He scowled at her. She smiled and carried on walking.

Why am I asking? He decided he didn't really want to know where she'd come up with the idea of a piercing. Sighing deeply again he decided think about what he would ask her when they arrived in London.

Well, Vergil, what else am I supposed to bear before I will find you? Again he tried to summon his brother's face. It still refused to appear. Maybe he should ask Rosalie about it?

No. She's part of the cause of this bloody headache I have. And she certainly doesn't need to know about why I'm here. Dante scowled quietly while he was putting the suitcases onto the assembly line. He watched his weapons disappear into the wall.

I hope that my babies won't be sent to Australia! Dante had a bad feeling but he ignored it.

"Rosalie, how long...?" he turned around and found the annoying old lady gone. She was nowhere to be seen.

"What the fuck?" he hissed. "Where the hell did she go?"

A family standing near him began to edge away, freaked out expressions on their faces. He ignored them, wondering where on earth the old lady had gotten to.

Suddenly he was torn away from his musings by an announcement which told him that his flight would leave in ten minutes. Dante cursed, and began to move towards the terminal gate.

"At least the plane is on time!" he said to himself as he boarded it.

Slowly he went through the lines of seats looking for his own. He had asked for a place on the window side so he could concentrate on something else other than his search for his brother. Dante gritted his teeth as a couple of small children ran down the aisle shrieking. It was hard not to yell at those damn kids who seemed to think that the plane was a perfect playground.

After a minute he found his seat. It was nearly in the middle of the plane but that didn't matter to him. He sat down and tried to relax when he felt someone taking the seat next to him. He glanced over and cursed his luck. Next to him sat a ten year old boy with a big brown teddybear. His hair was dark brown and really short. The boy wore glasses. He didn't look at Dante, who was glad for it.

Now that he was seated tiredness overcame him.

It was still early and listening to the safety instructions was boring. Near to the end he began to doze off... until the loud engine woke him up.

His journey had really started, he realized.

I'll find you, Vergil, I promise!! Dante's thoughts drifted away. He thought about Lady, and Rosalie, and then he tried to summon his brother's face again. His mind's eye was only met with a complete blank.

Why can't I see you? he asked into the upcoming dawn. He suppressed a yawn and watched the lights below him getting smaller and smaller.

A soft touch caught Dante's attention. He turned and stared into the black eyes of a big teddy bear. Oh crap he thought. Now I'm going to have to talk to this stupid kid. .

"You're looking so sad!" a soft voice said. The bear was lowered and he could see the young boy smiling up to him innocently. Dante couldn't prevent himself from smiling back.

"I'm not sad," he replied quietly, "I'm just tired."

"Then you should get some rest!" the boy announced, his voice suddenly changing, sounding more authoritive.

Dante's eyes widened.

"Rosalie?" he whispered in shock, recognising it instantly.

"You should get some sleep, dear."

Dark green eyes started to glow and this time the young demon hunter couldn't turn his eyes away. He felt his lids getting heavier and his mind clouding.

"You'll need to rest before you can look for your brother." Now it was the voice of a boy again.

"How…do...you...?" His voice trailed off and he drifted away into the dark embrace of sleep.

Next to him sat a ten-year-old boy who was holding his teddybear tightly to his chest.

"Sleep, Dante, and you'll find Vergil."