Hello everyone! I am so, so sorry that this took so long to update (it's been what? Five days? Well, that feels too long to me). Anyways, this chapter has gone through numerous title changes, and to be honest, I had absolutely no idea where I was going with it (this seems to be a reoccurring theme, here...). Hopefully, you all still enjoy it. Please R&R, to tell me what you really think.

Also, my next chapters *should* be quicker. Thanks to one of my reviewers, Satanic Park of Madness, I have a couple more ideas at my disposal. I won't say more than that right now, though; wouldn't want to spoil the fun.

Anyways...

Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry; it, along with its characters, are the property of Capcom. This is a non-profit fanfiction, purely for entertainment purposes.

Stylish

Dante heaved a sigh, giving the blonde a long-suffering look as he did so. When Trish had accepted the job for them from a well-to-do customer, this is not what the half devil had in mind.

"So we're basically here to be glorified security guards? Is that it?" He asked incredulously, his bangs fluttering as he sighed again.

"Beggars can't be choosers." The demoness countered with a smile, absently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Oh, I'm sure they can."

"Well then, they shouldn't." Trish amended. "Besides Dante, this job could be more exciting than you think."

"Unless there's something you're not telling me," Dante cast a bored look around the large room, "then I highly doubt it."

The task they'd been assigned was simple; all the two devil hunters had to do was make sure no one suspicious or dangerous entered City Hall, while it was in the middle of its fundraising event.

Taking in the chandeliered high ceilings, the large windows covered with maroon drapes, and the pleasant circular dining tables sitting atop a plush red and violet patterned carpet, Dante closed his eyes, and breathed deeply. For a place that was merely supposed to deal with municipal matters, it was a lot classier than he would have expected.

This particular room seemed to be the only one like this, however; Dante had noted as he and Trish patrolled the halls that the other rooms were typical, run-of-the-mill political chambers; all filled with moderate wood desks, benches, and the odd leather chair.

Allowing his eyes to drift over the formally dressed members of the counsel and civilians alike, the half devil had to conclude that this room must be solely for events such as this. Come to think of it, what was the event in the first place? Hadn't Trish mentioned something about a hospital?

Ah, that's it! Sick Kids' hospital. Dante shifted his weight from one foot to the other, shoving his gloved hands deep within the pockets of his leather trench coat.

"So why do they need to build another hospital?" He asked, his pale blue eyes sliding in Trish's direction.

"It seems that while we were away last week, a horde of demons destroyed the last one." Trish replied, frowning slightly. "I thought I had already told you about all of this?"

"You may have," Dante's mouth quirked into a grin, "but if I was uh…reading, you should know as well as anyone that I wasn't listening fully."

The she-devil smacked his shoulder, her expression a mixture of irritation and amusement.

"Honestly Dante, this is important. The demons are getting too bold again; every time we're away from the city, they wind up attacking another part of it."

With a sharp intake of breath, Dante levelled his gaze with Trish's, a chill of dread trailing down his spine as comprehension finally hit him. "Wait, you said they attacked a children's hospital? Were there any casualties?"

The half devil couldn't say he was particularly fond of kids, but after all the time he had spent with Patty, and the various missions throughout the years that involved saving them, he'd developed something of a soft spot for the little buggers. They were helpless enough when healthy; if a hospital filled with fatally ill children was attacked…was there any hope that they'd all been protected? It was bad enough when a terrorist attacked places like that; but a horde of demons…

The look of irritation on Trish's face melted away; her full lips pulled into a soft smile, her green-blue eyes crinkling at the corners. "No, there weren't any casualties. Fortunately, the wing that was attacked was vacant at the time. When the staff realized what was going on, they initiated their evacuation protocol. It seems they got all of the children out in time."

Dante released the breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding, and ran a hand over his face, relieved. Meeting the she-devil's gaze, he frowned. "Why attack a hospital for kids? What were they after?"

Trish shrugged, placing a hand on her hip as she cast a glance around the room. "No one knows. It could be any number of things; you know that better than I do."

Dante nodded. Yes, he knew; he knew all too well the atrocities demons were capable of.

The devils that had attacked could be running experiments on humans, using them for trade, or looking for the next helpless sacrifice for any number of demonic rituals they might be performing. It was doubtful the horde themselves would be responsible; chances were, they were merely the errand boys to a much bigger, much more powerful devil.

"Let's say when this job is done, we look into that attack." His fierce gaze was met with Trish's, the blonde she-devil nodding, a wry grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"I'll take the lead on that one," She declared, her fingers lightly trailing over Luce's handgrip, the pistol holstered securely at her right hip. "I have a few connections that should be able to help us out…with the right amount of persuasion, of course."

Dante chuckled softly at the almost playful gleam in the demoness' eyes. He knew all too well the kind of persuasion she had in mind.

Before he could respond, the room began to shake around them, all of the people assembled flying into a panic as the windows shattered on either side of the dining room. The far wall behind the podium exploded in a shower of drywall and concrete, Dante straining his eyes as he looked for movement beyond the thick veil of dust the explosion had created.

"Trish! Get these people out of here!" Dante shouted, taking long running strides toward the obliterated wall, grabbing Ebony and Ivory from his waist.

Trish gave a sharp nod in reply, and hastened to do as she was told; Dante knew that once the people were safe, she'd join him in the fire fight.

Coming to a halt, Dante grinned wryly as more than two dozen demons flooded through the opening they'd created.

And what a fire fight it will be…

Mephisto? Check. Their big ugly master Faust? Double-check. Sargasso, Abyss, Enigmas, Fallen, Sin Scissors and Scythes, Dullahan, Vanguards, Wraths, Prides…

Dante mentally rattled off the list of demons currently closing in around him; the red-clad warrior kept a wary eye on the more ethereal devils, as he paced slowly in the centre. It was clear they recognized him, for none of them hastened to attack, the assortment of red, green and violet eyes leering at him cautiously.

"So what, none of you feels like spewing the usual, 'At last, the son of Sparda' bull?" Dante remarked, his pistols levelled at opposite sides of the circling demons.

At this statement, the Enigmas began powering up their energy arrows, the one-eyed demonic statues seeming to glare at the half devil as they did.

Dante only smirked at this, and bounded into the air; the energy bolts rained down around him, striking the floor where he'd just been standing. Flipping upside down, Dante spun in the air, a rainstorm of bullets pelting down at his enemies.

The demons were galvanized into action, as several of their comrades were struck by the salvo of lead Dante ruthlessly unleashed upon them.

Gracefully arcing through the air, Dante grinned at the sweet, musical cries of his foes, blood squirting from their wounds as they desperately tried to land a hit on the devil hunter.

With a flying roundhouse, Dante destroyed one of the Enigmas, causing its stone limbs to scatter in every direction, the debris pelting any other demon that happened to be standing too close.

Landing on the balls of his feet, he swivelled around on the spot, his coat billowing around him as he brought his guns to bear on one of the Mephistos. The vaporous black demon recoiled from the stinging lead with an indignant shriek, lashing out defensively with its scythe-like tail.

Dante leapt backward, evading the attack while simultaneously unloading on the secondary Mephisto just to his right.

Just as the Faust was about to come to the aid of its subordinates with a deadly swipe of its red claws, there was a flash of blue light, the air crackling with energy as a bolt of lightning struck the Faust square in the chest.

The demon let out a hiss, and evaporated in a swirl of black smoke. Dante grinned wryly as he cast a glance over his shoulder.

"Did I miss anything?" Trish said smoothly, the demoness striding forward with Luce and Ombra in hand, joining the half devil.

"Not a thing, babe." Dante snickered. "You're right on schedule."

"Oh good," Trish replied with a grin of her own, "It would be a shame if you got to have all the fun, and I found myself only getting to clean up afterward."

"Hey, you know me." Dante shrugged, his eyes trained on the wary group of demons, along with his guns. "I always put the needs of the ladies, first."

Earning the laugh from her that he had been after, Dante dove to the side and rolled into a crouch, as one of the Vanguards lashed out with its massive scythe. Luckily Trish had also known the attack was coming, the she-devil jumping off to the side and peppering the reaper-like demon with lightning-infused shots.

"It's been so long since I had a night of dancing." She quipped, twirling elegantly around on her heels as she open fired on the rest of the demons assembled.

Dante chuckled at this, his own guns trailing back and forth as his finger rapidly squeezed the trigger, his hands glowing a deep red as he powered up his own shots with demonic energy.

Several of the Prides fell, their carcasses smoldering before turning to ash.

Blowing the smoke from both barrels, he then twirled Ebony and Ivory around his index fingers and secured them in their holsters. Reaching over his shoulder, he swept Rebellion down diagonally to meet the Abyss that rose from the floor in front of him, engulfed in flames. The blade struck against the fiery devil's scythe, the clash of metal reverberating throughout the large room. Pulling back, Dante twirled the sword behind him, and thrust it forward, the blade piercing the Abyss' stomach; Dante twisted Rebellion with a devilish gleam in his eyes, grunting as he pulled it out with a flourish.

"Well in that case," He declared with a playful grin, flicking the blood from his blade, "shall we waltz, my dear?"

The she-devil gave a hearty laugh, the sound akin to the chiming of bells. She whirled around, sending a savage kick at a Sin Scissor with one stiletto while trailing gun fire on a Wrath laboriously making its way toward Dante.

Knowing an imminent explosion was coming, Dante leapt forward, rolling to the side while slashing the remaining Pride with his blade.

With the explosion came scorching heat, the half devil shielding his eyes from the orange glare with a satisfied grin. Trish couldn't have timed her shot better; the Wrath's explosion took out eight of the demons at once. This left the devil hunters with the groups of Sargasso, Fallen, Dullahan, and Abyss to take care of; a sole Enigma standing behind the others, its red eye wide with fear.

Dante laughed softly, his teeth gleaming as he returned Rebellion to its place on his back, twirling his twin pistols as he pulled them from their holsters. Trish sidled up next to him; Luce cocked against her hip while she rested Ombra over her left shoulder.

"Well since we're going to waltz," she declared, sharing a knowing smile with the half devil, "I believe it's custom that you take the lead."

"Why, I do believe that you're right, babe." Dante chortled, turning on his heel and shooting the Enigma directly in the eye. The demon shattered on the spot, the bolts of energy it had just been spinning dissipating along with it.

Only twenty more to go…

Dante grasped Trish's left hand with his own, the duo spinning around on the spot with their hands as their axis point, rapidly firing with Luce and Ivory.

"Switch!" Trish shouted, the duo disengaging to holster their respective pistols while pulling out Ebony and Ombra in unison. This time, their right hands were clasped together as they changed direction, both hunters laughing gleefully at the symphony of their dying enemies. Blood sprayed all around them like red rain, the demons dropping and vanishing like large, putrid flies.

Grinning, Dante picked Trish up, his hands placed on her hips as he tossed her into the air. The she-devil grabbed Luce from her hip, unloading the magazines of both pistols as she somersaulted above the remaining demons.

With Rebellion in hand, Dante raced forward, sweeping the sword left then right, plunging it forward, and finishing with a circular flourish. As the last devil let out a hideous death cry, the devil hunter returned Rebellion to his back, and leaned forward to catch Trish, the demoness landing in his arms bridal style.

She grasped him around his neck, giggling as Dante tipped her back, and placed a soft kiss upon her full red lips.

"Hmm…perhaps we should go dancing more often." Trish murmured against his lips.

The half devil let out a soft chuckle, and crushed his lips to hers hungrily, his heart quickening as heat pulsed through his body.

"Mmm…" Trish let out a moan of slight protest. "Dante, do you really think this is the time…or the place?"

"As long as it's with you, babe," Dante replied, "I couldn't care less where we are."

"As romantic as that sounds," Trish smiled wryly, gently retreating from further amorous attempts on his part, "I don't think our spectators are inclined to agree."

Spectators?

Dante straightened up, relinquishing his hold on the demoness as his eyes took in the small group of people standing several feet away from him. When had they come back in…and more importantly, why had they come back now?

What the hell is wrong with these people? He mentally griped, feeling heat creeping up his neck and into his cheeks. What if there were still demons in here? What, do they want to die?

Clearing his throat, he glanced at Trish, the blonde giggling with a hand over her mouth.

"Lost yourself in the heat of the moment, baby?"

Dante gave her a sheepish grin, shrugging his shoulders apologetically. "You know how it is when I get into battle."

Trish smirked back at him, her eyes gleaming knowingly. "Shall we go somewhere more private?" She held out an arm, allowing the half devil to loop his through it.

With that, the two hunters made their way through the hole in the wall, deftly stepping over debris, neither one aware of the bewildered looks that followed their retreating steps.

Tomorrow. Dante assured himself. We'll investigate the attack tomorrow...