Thank you for all the support you guys have been giving me so far. Hahaha. I never thought you guys would be this faithful to my fanfiction, and the fact that you guys review every single time I post motivates me to keep going. It doesn't matter the number of people reviewing. I value loyalty more!

To answer a question posted for the previous chapter, now that I think of it, I just realized that surveillance cameras do exist on the reboot of the game. It was not intentional, hahaha.

So without further ado, let us dive in for a closer look into the two's relationship, and what's this? A clue on the mystery of Yamato. Let's go!

Disclaimer: I don't own Devil May Cry. I really want to own a copy of that new DMC reboot game, though, maybe I could add it to the story.


Humanity

Lady and Dante watched from the sidelines as Trish effectively defended herself from the onslaught of enemy humans and demons. A smirk was painted on her pale face, as she kicked, shot, and electrocuted her way through the barrage of enemies. She looked remarkably at ease as her blonde hair flew with the her actions and the wind. Lady had to give it to her, the damn woman can kick ass. Dante smirked as well, his thoughts of Lady's early behavior dissipated as he watched his partner making a macabre dance of the challenge in front of her. He had to stop watching when Lady shouted a warning to him. The bigger demons have spotted him and realized his identity. He gave a hand salute to Lady, as she rolled her eyes at him, and he ran off to fight in his own battle.

Dante unleashed his arsenal of weapons on the large group of demons. He smirked as one by one; each demon fell to his knees. He loved the feeling of seeing his enemies faces as he rained bullets on them. For some reason, he was feeling rather deadlier and more morbid than usual. His moves, though always stylish, were a bit more brutal. He noticed that it wasn't only raining bullets and shrapnel. It was also raining blood. And his inner demon loved the sight of it. But something else was going on with him. Yamato was glowing again, as if it wanted to be used. Dante picked it up and he felt a surge of power within him that he could hardly contain. He sliced and diced his way out of the horde with too much ease. It felt as if Yamato was calling every demon's attention, because a larger batch of demons ran towards his way. It was odd. But he felt the need to release a little bit of anger at the moment and so he went with Yamato's flow.

Lady watched the two demon-blooded hunters dance with their enemies, though Dante was a bit rougher and colder than usual. She shrugged the observation away as she heard a couple of demons and enemy humans run her way, planning to engage her in combat as well. She sighed and rolled her eyes, getting her Kalina Ann ready. Lady could see the port up ahead. She had no choice, but to run faster, fight quicker, and dodge better. Dante and Trish were more than capable to handle hordes of demons. She however, needed to be a bit more careful. She was human, and the two were demons. A head on battle would not work for her. But a swift execution of her skills would suffice. And so she ran across the port area, and she ran as fast as she could. She put two grenades into the mouths of two demons ahead of her as they made an attempt to deal with her with their scythes. She jumped and twirled in the air, away from the explosion range, a smirk in her face as the shrapnel dealt damage to the unfortunate enemy humans that were close. She ran and jumped towards a large shipping container with much ease. She grabbed Kalina Ann, aimed, and dealt with the horde of enemies behind her.

The sound of the large explosion got Trish and Dante's attention. Their wall of enemies slowly thinned as they shot, sliced and diced their way through. Both of them looked for the source, and saw that Lady was now on top of a shipping container, wielding her Kalina Ann. Dante couldn't help but be in awe and at the same time be concerned for her safety as she jumped off the shipping container and landed atop a demon's head. She snapped his head with a twist of her boots. The smirk on her face couldn't have been any wider. Trish watched the human demon huntress make her way towards the port. She recognized the speed and cunning of the woman with mismatched eyes. 'No wonder, Dante thought so highly of her,' she thought to herself as her electric hands slammed against an enemy human's chest.

Lady kept going and going, adrenaline pumping through her veins. She wielded both of her sub-machine guns and fired away. She slid her way underneath a fishingboat that was being hung upside down to dry to escape another barrage of demons. And when the demons in front of the suspended boat tried to grab her legs, she quickly dealt with them with a kick from underneath and rapid gunfire.

Dante saw the hoard of demons and enemy humans getting closer to her. She was going to be overpowered. Worry was getting the best of him. He tried to grab Trish's attention and they ran quickly to assist Lady. There was no need for it though, when they realized that Lady had used Kalina Ann again. And every enemy that tried to go near her, was either blasted into pieces, or ran away in fear. Trish's eyes widened. Clearly, she had underestimated the human. Dante however, almost let out a sigh of relief. He cursed himself inwardly for it. There was something that just wasn't sitting right with him, and he knew what it was. He decided that he was going to have to be mum about it for now.

Lady gave the two a smirk as she saw Trish and Dante's slightly surprised faces. She picked up the two guns that she had to drop to wield Kalina Ann and motioned towards a nearby unoccupied yacht. The two nodded in understanding and all of them boarded the yacht, leaving the cadavers of their enemies swimming in blood.

The three failed to notice another extremely powerful yet very familiar demonic presence in their hurry to leave the port. Not even Dante, noticed Yamato glowing brightly from its sheathe, as if it was trying to get his attention once more.


The way to Callia Island would only take an hour or so, according to Lady. It was Trish who was able to start the yacht without a key and so she took the captain's role. Lady and Dante were left at the deck, not knowing that they were unusually too far apart from each other. Lady was staring at the waves as it crashed against the board of the yacht. Her mind wandered to his odd demeanor back at the port. She felt his concern. She felt his disgust. But what was etched on her mind was that she felt his fury. And she couldn't understand why.

Dante on the other hand, observed Lady. He felt his worry for her increase the more they neared the island. The deeper they got into this mission, the more he felt that Lady was not supposed to be here. She was human. She was weak compared to him and Trish. And the way she handled herself earlier when they were undercover mortified him. And so he wondered just how many times did she have to bare her breasts just to get to her target? How many times did she have to spread her legs just to distract them? And after the act, how did she feel about it? Did she feel happy about what she had done? Did she feel disgusted? Did she feel anything at all?

His thoughts flew to when she bared her breasts for the guards that surrounded her. Not once did he see her face morph into disgust or shame. Not once. She had a cold calculating look with each move she made. She did not flinch. She did not react negatively. She was passive. In fact, she was too passive for his liking. Sure, he had heard her stories of manipulating targets with her body. But he had never once given it a serious thought. The thought of her, losing her dignity to complete her tasks hurt him so hard in the chest that he did not understand why. He felt the need to talk to her. He felt the need to comfort her. But did she really need comforting?

He sighed, scratching his head as he stopped leaning against the railing of the yacht's deck and headed to her direction. He needed to know what was going on with her. Whether she liked it or not, he had to get her to stop from using herself for whatever reason. But at the same time, he did not want to seem too protective of her and push her away from him. He did not want to lose her. He had to admit that. But a small part of him, wanted her to stop with the demon hunting business and erase all kinds of contact with her. 'Things always have to be so complicated,' he remarked within himself.

"Gave me quite a show there, babe." He spoke out. Lady snapped out of her trance and turned to look at him. His voice was flirtatious, just like before. But she knew it probably meant something else. She decided to go with the flow anyway, just to see where he was getting at. She gave him a smirk.

"I hope you got a good look back there. You might not get the chance again," she answered. Dante raised an eyebrow at this, taking a step closer. "Hopefully next time, I'm the only one looking," he replied, his voice still playful and flirtatious. Lady did her best to suppress a shock. Was he being possessive of her? She didn't understand. Was that why he was so furious of her? She shook her head inwardly. He was probably playing with his words again. "You're gonna have to get in line then," she retorted with a slight smirk on her face, sarcasm dripping with each word she spoke.

The devil's mood quickly changed. His eyes were cold and hard as if he was analyzing and glaring at her at the same time. Her eyebrow rose at him. Her arms folded in a display of angry confusion. She could not understand his mood swings and his words and his actions. 'Could he not just tell me what the fuck is going on with him?!' He shook his head and turned away from her. She felt despair, wanting to understand why he was being this way. And without being able to control herself, she blurted out, "Speak to me!"

Dante's ears pricked. Did she just shout at him? The last time she shouted at him that way was when they first thought Arkham was truly dead. He felt a pang on his chest. Sure, he was a demon. Sure, he was accustomed to masking his emotions. But that was the point. He still had emotions. It was what made him human. And it hurt him to hear Lady's frustration from behind him. She had just confronted him, and his mask was ripped apart easily with just a change in the tone of her voice.

"What makes us human… what makes you human… is that you could feel, Lady. Don't lose yourself," he spoke. His voice was sincere, but was filled with a range of emotions. There was sadness, there was anger, there was worry, and there was fear. Lady did not fully understand what exactly he was trying to say. Lose herself? How could she lose herself? She could still feel can't she? Of course she can. She could still feel frustrated and angry at the demon that stood in front of her. She could still feel confusion with his cryptic words. She could still feel… underestimated and it enraged her all the more.

She was human. She knew that. But she hated it when Dante belittled her. Had she not proven to him how she could handle herself well in combat in the previous fight? Had she not proven her cunning to him? Had she not shown how resourceful and determined she was when she willingly sacrificed her dignity to give him a chance to silently kill those bastards? And then she realized what he had been pointing at. But it angered her more. She was disgusted by his underestimation. Of course she felt something when she had to reveal her body to those men! Did he really believe that she did not feel remorse for what she did? It got the job done didn't it? And hell she would keep on going as long as she was sure that she would be able to kill those evil beings. As long as she prevented them from hurting any other innocent human, she would keep going and going!

She did not have to listen to him and to his preaches about being human. 'Afterall, I'm more human than you'll ever be,' she thought to herself as she glared at the half-demon in front of her. Her heart filled with a new kind of resentment for the white-haired demon. She was a strong, full blooded human, and no matter what happened, he was only a half-human with a half-human heart, and he will never experience or understand how to be fully human. Or at least, that's what she believed in.


Confrontation! I hope I didn't go too far from the characterizations but Lady can't really get a grasp on what Dante was trying to say can she? So who do you think is right here? Dante, who thinks that Lady is slowly losing herself (her humanity in particular) in her quest to destroy every demon and evil human walking on earth? Or Lady? Who thinks that Dante doesn't understand the concept of being human and the sacrifice she needs to take to protect the human race? And a demonic presence appeared! Wonder what the heck that was all about. Hahahaha. Please continue reviewing! Thank you for the support once more! :D