one day? Anyone happy? Lol yeah.. its kind bla but needed. i'll end up coming back and fixing stuff when i have muse. Love you guys im hoping for more reviews soon. LOVE NATHEN! LOVE HIM!

: ten :

Dante pulled out a shirt, black, long sleeved… and full of holes. He growled under his breath and took note that the majority of the holes… well, actually all the holes... were in the sleeves. Frustrated and tired of the lack of 'complete' shirts in his wardrobe, the devil hunter tore off the sleeves and pulled the now sleeve-less turtle neck over his head. It was Sunday and he really had no plans of doing anything… at all, so who cared if he was 'dressed properly'. He was surprisingly not in too foul a mood –beside being a tad perturbed at the shirt situation- because of the fact that he had actually slept last night without waking up to find that he had been sleep walking again.

He paused at the door, glancing back over his room and then his unkempt bed. He took a deep breath and left. He was going to make the bed eventually. Yeah, just like he was going to eventually clean out the spare room, and organize the attic, oh and fix that leaky pipe in the bathroom. If you hadn't figured it out, 'eventually', in Dante's dictionary, meant… never going to ever happen.

He wandered downstairs, ignoring the condition of the office. It was starting to get messy again. Patty hadn't been around, due to her mother's horror at the fact Patty had almost been killed… again… by demons. So the little lolita was not going to be gracing the Devil May Cry with her cleaning for a while. Trish and Lady were also oddly absent. Then again that was fine with Dante, cause they only ever brought him crappy paying jobs or took his money, of which he had none to begin with. The only reason Jazmin hadn't done any cleaning was because he had threatened to lock her in her room if she didn't stay there and rest. Seeing as she refused to go see a doctor and instead had used up almost all the peroxide in the house, he thought it was be better for her to just lay down and rest. That was want normal people were supposed to do when injured after all. But then again she had been up the morning after the ordeal. It blew his mind. She was just human and while she was still all bandaged up, banged and bruised from head to foot, she was still trying to cook breakfast. He had to hand it to her though; she was tough, tough as nails.

He went into the kitchen and looked in the fridge. He grabbed one of the many sweets that were getting old and walked back into the office as the doors jiggled.

"We're closed today... huh?" He stated then looked up, a little shocked by the shape of the man leaning on the door. He was panting, and a bit sweaty. Though his suit looked very nice and expensive, it was unkempt and messy as if the guy had slept in it. The two stood there, staring at each other for a few silent moments, Dante periodically taking a bite out of the piece of cake and the other guy's breath becoming more even.

"You're not dead." The man said then walked in, tugging at his suit in an attempt to straighten it. Dante wasn't sure why, but the moment the guy opened his mouth it pissed him off. Stupid rich prick… he almost acted like he was better than Dante, if the guy hadn't been the exact height as he was, Dante was sure the man would have looked at him down his nose.

"Nope." Dante said then walked over to his desk and sat down. One could have called the action of him sitting down, leaning back and kicking his feet onto his desk a dramatic flare, but that was really just how he did things anyways, no show intended… most of the time.

"Don't see why I should tell you. Don't even know who you are."

"I'm Nathen." He practically growled, giving Dante a death glare. Dante just raised an eyebrow and looked the guy over again. He took a deep breath and sighed. Yep, that was definitely Jaz's boyfriend, he recognized the smell of the guy, and his voice was a bit familiar now that he was thinking about it. Oh what ever… he let the guy glare for a few moments before he leaned back in his chair a bit and called up the stairs.

"Jazmin!"

"Why is she still here?" The guy asked, his fists noticeably clenched. Dante frowned at the guy, what was his problem? He had agreed for her to stay here after all.

"She is safe here."

"She didn't sound like she thought it was safe when she called me."

"She called you?"

"When she shot you." Nathen said, crossing his arms and continuing to give Dante a harsh look.

"Oh…Well she is still safe here. What are you doin' here?" Dante asked eating the last of his cake and licking off his fingers, brushing off any more looks the boyfriend was trying to give him.

"I've come to take her home."

That actually made Dante laugh out loud.

"She [i]will[/i] not be any safer with you."

"Yes she will."

"Well who says I'm going to let you take her?" Dante said, standing up and walking around the desk to face Nathen.

"She is coming with me." He said sternly. Dante ground his teeth in irritation, then pulled one of his guns from behind his back. Slowly, he pulled back the hammer and pointed it directly at Nathen's head.

"I don't know what you're planning, but I think I should just shoot you now. Save me the trouble of finding out later." Nathen didn't even flinch, but just raised an eyebrow, crossed his arms and actually smirked at Dante. The guy had guts, Dante would give him that much. Then he figured out why the guy was being so cocky when a shoe hit him in the side of the head. He spun around to see… Jazmin, at the bottom of the stairs.

"Dante! What the hell do you think you're doing?" She scolded, then looked at the other man. Her face lit up when she recognized who it was.

"Nathen!" She smiled brightly and practically ran, as best she could, over and hugged him. Nathen's face also lightened and he wrapped his arms around the woman. Dante had a moment of surprise when he saw genuine admiration fill Nathen's eyes. Oh well…

They stopped hugging and Jazmin stepped back a bit, both of them were still smiling like idiots when Nathen glanced at Jazmin's shoulder, which happened to be wrapped in bandages, form her neck to her upper arm.

"Oh my god! What happened?" He asked suddenly, reaching out as if he wanted to inspect her arm then thinking better of it and drawing his hand away from the injury. Jazmin blinked, then looked down at her shoulder as if she had forgotten it had been hurt not more than a day ago.

"What? Oh, um… it's nothing. Really." She said and actually blushed a little bit. Dante, who had walked back to his seat behind his desk, had said that it would better if they didn't have to talk about her injury. It wasn't like they could just say a dog bit her. If anyone seriously looked at the bite, they would see it was blatantly not a dog, or any other creature the normal word knew about for that matter.

"That is not nothing.'

"I'm fine, it's not a big deal." She insisted and actually turned ever so slightly away from Nathen, as if to hide her arm from his view. "But wait. You were out of town, out of the country for a big meeting with your father. What are you doing here?"

"You called." He said, as if that explained his actions. "I got on a plane as soon as I could. I'm just sorry I wasn't here sooner." He said softly, and then took her hand in his, squeezing it softly. Now it was Jazmin's turn to be surprised. He had come to her just because she called? She glanced over at Dante then it clicked. She had called after she had shot Dante.

"Wait, wait, wait." She said taking a step back and pointing at both men. "Why aren't you freaking out cause he's not, ya know… dead?"

Nathen looked away and scratched the back of his head. "Um, I knew about Dante and his line of work."

"You knew he was a demon, and yet you left me with him!" Jazmin growled, suddenly angry.

"Half…" Dante said, but was ignored.

"I thought you would be safe here. I was wrong."

"She was safe." Dante interjected again, flipping through a magazine that had seemingly materialized into his hands.

"Safe!" Nathen practically yelled, turning on Dante. "You call that safe?" He then violently pointed at Jazmin's shoulder. Dante just shrugged, not looking up from the reading material.

"She left, it wasn't my fault. I kept her from getting her head ripped off, didn't I?"

"What?" Nathen said in shock, then suddenly turned back to Jazmin. She took a breath and turned away, crossing her arms and scowling at the floor. After a moment she glanced at Dante, who was already watching her, and he nodded. She sighed and turned back slightly, letting her arms drop.

"I… I'm being hunted my demons. I don't know why, nor does Mr. Devil Hunter over there."

"They don't come here 'cause they're scared of me, but she takes one step outside and they're all over her." Dante said then turned the page.

"I was a little overwhelmed when I found out Dante was one of the things that had been trying to eat me, so I left. I went to my house. They attacked me… but Dante saved me."

"And this was after you shot him?"

Jazmin nodded, and looked at the floor as if it was very interesting. Nathen sighed and looked away from her to Dante.

"And you let her leave? Even though you knew? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Hey! I was-" Dante started, pointing a finger at Nathen before Jazmin cut in.

"No, I left. It wasn't his fault Nathen."

Even though she said this, the stress and the anger she could see in Nathen's stiff shoulders didn't fade. It actually seemed like he was getting angrier, glaring at Dante, who had again returned to his magazine though she was sure he had read that thing at least five times. While Dante seemed to be 'ignoring' Nathen she noticed him move his hand towards Ivory, which was tucked back into his pants. Nathen clenched his fingers so hard that his knuckles turned white. Wait, was he going to try and fight Dante? Even though he knew what Dante actually was? And… and was Dante actually going to fight back?

She suddenly stepped between the two, facing Nathen and holding her arms out.

"What is wrong with you guys?" There was a tense moment then Dante sighed. She glanced over her shoulder to see him pull out Ivory and drop the gun on the desk next to his feet. Nathen then relaxed as well, and ran a hand through his short brown hair.

"Sorry…" He said, then held out his hand for Jazmin's. After a moment she took his hand and the two of them walked over and sat on the couch. "Jazmin…" He stopped talking for a moment, holding her hand gently, like he always did. "I would like it if you came to live with me. I don't want for you to have to stay here any longer." Jazmin closed her eyes, she looked like she was about to cry as she shook her head no.

"Oh… alright…" Nathen said quietly, deflating. "I see… I'm… I'm sorry I asked."

"Oh, Nathern, no its not like that. I, I couldn't bare it if you got hurt because of me, because these demons are after me. I wouldn't be able to live with myself." She said, then forced a sad smile, squeezing his hand. At this point of the conversation Dante actually started listening. She had said no. It was ridiculous and immature but he somehow felt like he was winning. Winning what? God… sometimes he was so stupid.

"Oh…" Nathen also forced out a little smile. "Well I still don't want you staying here anymore. With…" he dropped his voice to practically a whisper. "Dante." Jazmin made a face that actually made that feeling of winning leave suddenly.

"Don't worry Nathen. Dante is just Dante; a friend with an attitude and demon fighting skills. You are the only one who has my eye." She said tenderly and touched the side of his face softly. Nathen leaned into the touch as though he had missed the feel of her skin and sighed softly.

"Alright." Jazmin leaned forwards and kissed him. She had missed him truly and wished to kiss him more intimately, but a sudden feeling of guilt welled up in her stomach. What? What was this? Guilt? Why? She didn't have anything to be guilty about. Did she?

Nathen sighed and leaned back, pushing his forehead to hers. "I missed you Jazzy." Jazmin hummed her agreement.

There was then a loud sound as Dante stood, the legs of the chair grinding over the worn wooden floor. Jazmin glanced over and watched as he disappeared into the kitchen and she heard the fridge door open. Nathen was also looking towards the kitchen when Jazmin turned back to him.

"Are you sure you want to stay?"

"Yeah." She said with a little smile and they both stood, Jazmin following Nathen as she started towards the door. Nathen paused and glanced towards the stairs, Jazmin followed his gaze and saw Charles sitting on the bottom step. Nathen grimaced slightly, then the cat arched his back, hissing at Nathen and dashing off towards the kitchen.

"Hey cat." Dante's voice drifted out of the kitchen, then...

HISS!

"Ah! You stupid cat!" Charles came dashing back out of the kitchen, Dante right behind him, reaching for the cat as if he planned on ringing its neck. He stopped abruptly when he noticed Nathen and Jazmin standing by the door.

"You leavin'? Thought you were taking her with you." He said almost mockingly. Jazmin frowned, wanting to smack him.

"She said she'd like to stay." Nathen replied coldly, he turned away from the door and suddenly kissed Jazmin again. He over did it, kissing her far longer than necessary before he smiled and left as quickly as he came. Jazmin stared at the doors for a few moments, breathless.

"Jack-ass…" Dante muttered, and turned around. Then he was smacked on the back of the head. He ducked and held his wounded skull.

"Owwa!"

"You're one to talk." She growled at him, then walked towards the kitchen. Men… they could be so immature sometimes.

"Hey… you need to be resting. Jazmin? Jazmin!"

Edited by: Lolita! ^.~

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