Lady Deadly Nightshade: Dante and Trish belong to Capcom and I am making no profit off this fic of mine. As for all original characters, concepts, etc, etc. They belong solely to me, so please don't take them without my consent. Cause no Ms. Nice Guy, this time. This time I will unleash my wrath. I doubt anything will happen though! ^_^ I'll be optimistic!!! So anyway, with that out of the way, let me try to set this fic up.
Lady Deadly Nightshade: Yes, I am still alive!! This is indeed the sequel to LDK: Gabriel's Destiny. I took my sweet time with it because I was working on another major fic that I just finished, but I'll be honest with ya. I have no outline for this story; this is a spur of the moment type of fic. So that probably means slow ass updates. I don't think that will matter though, for I have surely been forgotten in the annals of DMC fanfics. But I thought it wouldn't hurt to try and see if I can still create excitement in the DMC section. ^_^ It's been a year though, and lots can happen in that time. I might not be writing, what's 'in' now.
Dante: There you go with your damn negativity.
LDN: I can't help it! I might be forgotten!
Dante: *blows a raspberry* Like that can happen. You're one of my biggest fans, one of my girls and a great writer!
LDN: *smiles* Glad to see someone has faith in me
Dante: Yeah I do, but I'm more excited that you've finally started writing about me again. It's tough being a forgotten muse. Especially with you, so much damn competition. *LDN looks around and sees a room full of muses* LDN: wow, I do have quite a collection, don't I?
Dante: that you do. Now come on, post this sucker and let me kick some ass!
LDN: *smiles* You got it! Here we go again!!
Dante: Let's rock, baby!
LDN: Oops I forgot! This fic takes place approximately a year after LDK: GD
Chapter 1- A New Mission
She padded around barefoot on the wooden floor, dressed in black sweats and a tight black t-shirt. Her blond hair was still wet from the shower she had just taken. She groaned in disgust as she reached down and picked up the soiled shirt that lay littered on the floor. It had been lying by the desk for a couple of weeks now and she had finally gotten tired of seeing it there. "I'm really going to have too get paid for this." She said with a look of disgust on her face. She added the dirty shirt to the pile of clothes she already had in her hands.
"Paid for what?" A male voice inquired from behind her.
She startled and nearly dropped the dirty clothes she held in her hands. She turned around and looked at who had spoken. "Sparda, you scared me." She scolded him, readjusting the clothes in her arms.
"Someone's a little jumpy." He teased. "Sorry Trish." He added as he closed the door behind him. He walked into the office and opened up a glass case. He placed a long sword with an evil looking hilt onto two hooks in the case and closed it. He let out a long breath out the side of his mouth causing some strands of his silver hair to spill across his face. He walked over to the desk and took a seat on the chair beside it.
"Nothing, huh?" She asked him.
He shook his head. "Nothing."
"Are you all right, Dante?" Trish asked concerned gazing at his face. She glanced right into those ice blue eyes of his.
Dante ran a hand through his silvery strands of hair. "I'm fine." He told her. "Just a little tired." He sounded anything but fine though.
"Maybe you should get some rest?" She suggested as she shifted the clothes in her arms again.
"Maybe I will. It seems kind of quiet today." He said rising from the chair. He stretched his hands over his head and proceeded to walk out of his office. He stopped at the threshold of the office and took off his long red coat. He turned around and threw the coat at Trish, which landed on her head, covering her to her waist.
"Dry clean only." He said and with a mischievous smile on his face he headed up the stairs.
Trish pulled the coat off her head and scowled at his back. "I definitely need to get paid for this." She muttered under her breath. "This place is a pig's sty." Her blue eyes watched him as he disappeared up the stairs.
The shrill sound of the telephone ringing brought her attention back to the desk top. She dropped the pile of clothes on the floor, momentarily forgotten, and walked over to pick up the phone. She picked up the receiver and held it against the right side of her face, "Devil Never Cry." She said into it. She heard the rapid thudding of boots coming down the wooden stairs.
Dante entered the office and looked at her expectantly.
Trish turned to look at him and she shook her head negatively. "Password?" She said into the receiver.
Dante's face fell at the look Trish gave him. "Damn." He cursed under his breath.
"Uh huh," Trish said as she retrieved a pen and a message pad and wrote down something on the paper. "I'll let him know." She added before she hung up.
"What is it?" Dante asked her.
"A new mission." Trish told him handing him the piece of paper.
"Did they have the password?" He asked her.
"Yes, they did." She replied.
Dante glanced down at the paper to see an address. "Did they say what I was dealing with?" He asked with his eyes still looking at the address on the paper.
"No, they said they wanted to tell you the details in person." Trish told him. "Want me to come with?" She offered.
"No, I think I can handle this, besides I want you to stay here in case he calls or something." Dante told her as he grabbed his coat from the dirty pile of clothes.
"You really think he'll drop by unexpectedly?" She asked him. "And I thought that was dirty?" She added slightly disgusted.
Dante put on his red coat and adjusted it around him. He looked at her and gave her a good ol Sparda smirk. "It's not too bad." He told her about the coat. "I don't know if he'll show up, but it doesn't hurt if you stay here." He told her.
Trish looked at him slightly annoyed, but decided not to press the subject.
He grabbed the sword from the case and sheathed it to his back. He padded his sides as if checking for something and when he found the cool steel against him, he stopped. Satisfied that all was in order he grabbed his keys and headed for the door. He opened it and stepped outside, but before the door closed, Trish stood in the threshold.
"Sparda, you sure you don't want me to come with?" She asked him again.
"No, I prefer for you to stay here." He replied.
"Thought you'd say that," Trish told him. "Catch." She added.
She flung something at Dante and he caught it easily in his hand. "What is it?" He asked her. He opened his hand and saw a sleek silver cell phone in his hand.
"So I can keep in touch with you. Also incase you need back up." She told him with a smirk.
"I doubt that part babe." He told her and he headed to the side of the building. A few minutes later a black motorcycle carrying the silver haired red clad hunter zoomed by and into the night.
"Let's hope you're right, Sparda." She said softly watching the motorcycle until it was out of her eyesight. With Dante gone she stepped back into the office and closed the door behind her.
LDN: First chapter complete! LOL, yes I know that I domesticated Trish! ^_^ Don't worry about that, she'll kick butt too, maybe, I mean I hope! So any comments please leave a review. If you have a mindless flame, don't waste your time and my time! Thanks!! ^_^