Sorry if my story looked kinda messed up at first…but I'm new to(fanfiction-dot-net don't know why it won't let me type that...)I didn't quite know all about how to edit stuff…>. Waaaaay different from (fanfics-dot-org) I tell you what! But yeah, I've edited, so enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry 3, or anything of the sort, you know…yada yada, Capcom, and all that good stuff. –wink-
Dante tapped his fingers across his desk out of boredom. The phone rang. He answered it.
"Devil Never Cry, how may I help you?" he said into the phone.
"Hello. I am in need of your services, mind if I stop by to discuss business with you? I mean, if you're not too busy." a female voice on the other end of the line said. Very dignified and sophisticated. Dante began to wonder how the woman looked.
"I'm not busy or anything, when can you stop by?" he asked.
"Right now." the woman said, "Look outside of your window."
Dante raised an eyebrow of puzzlement. He put down the phone and walked over to the window...
And indeed there was a woman standing on the front porch of his office, holding a briefcase in one hand, and a cell phone to her ear with the other. She smirked, putting down the briefcase and waving.
Dante walked back to his desk and picked up the phone. "Door's open." he said.
"Why thank you for being such a gentleman and opening the door for me." the woman said dryly, and hung up.
Moments later, Dante could hear the steady noise of the woman's high heels over the old and worn wooden floorboards of the stairwell.
She stepped inside of the office and took a seat in front of Dante's desk. She placed the briefcase beside her on the floor. She pushed her glasses up and brushed a loose hair out of her face.
Dante took a few seconds to appreciate the woman's features...it had been awhile since he had laid down with a woman...he smirked to himself...
'Shame on you Dante for thinking the way that you do...' he thought with a slight smile.
She had on a white business suit, well manicured nails...all and all, she was very clean cut, from her edgy short haircut, to her light makeup, and wire rimmed glasses resting gently on her light brown-sugar colored face. She had one hell of a figure too. A classy bombshell...this was something to enjoy...if she weren't a client of course...
"Well, to start, my name is Ayame. My last name is classified, and I don't think that it is all that necessary for you to know, so I won't be giving it to you. I am a professional hired/contract killer. I know how to kill in the realm of human beings...but not in the realm of demons, which is why I am here to begin with. I am offering to pay you 100,000 dollars in cold cash as your down payment, and up to one million if you get these demons off of my hands." the woman said, frank and unflinching.
Dante wasn't even sure if she had blinked. She had been staring him directly in the eyes the entire time...as though she were searching for any sign of weakness inside of him. She smirked within herself...as though she knew something about him that he didn't...or perhaps, knew something that he was going to find out.
"I suppose there won't be any need for you to talk...you're going to accept my offer anyway." she said with a raised eyebrow, as though to challenge him.
He narrowed his eyes, Irritation setting his blood ablaze. "Excuse me Ms. Ayame, but it is you who came here to ask for my aid, I'd appreciate it if you'd stop being such a rude and impudent little girl, and let me decide whether or not I want to take you up on your offer."
"Excuse me? What gave you that impression?" Ms. Ayame asked with a slight facade of innocence, as though she weren't even going to attempt to abnegate the fact that she was playing a mind game of cat and mouse. Her full lips curved with a smile of satisfaction and her condescending nature. She hid her anger from being called a 'little girl', but made sure it was seen through her eyes, which changed from brown to a smoldering dark reddish brown. She crossed her legs, her posture remaining perfect.
Dante raised an eyebrow. 'What is this, some kind of joke? I'd say that she was a demon herself, sent to torment me...Maybe she's actually the one who's possessed, and not being chased by demons.' he thought.
"Well? Are you going to tell me why I'm being falsely and unjustly accused?" the woman asked.
"I think my accusation is far from false and unjust. And you know it. The reason why I said what I did, is because I can read everything in your body language. You seem to look down upon me...as though you want to be my boss...and I can tell you right now, if I accept your offer, you have to let me do things my way." Dante said, "And by the way, I'm Dante."
"You want me to let you do things your way, but yet...I'm the one paying you...that doesn't seem quite right. And Dante, the customer is always right." Ayame said.
"Perhaps, but it is not a question of policy right now. Do you want my help or not?" Dante said.
"Of course. Otherwise I wouldn't be here, now would I?" Ayame said.
"Then show a little more courtesy and respect thank you, and I assure you that it will be returned, as well as my services provided unto your specific need." he said.
Ayame rolled her eyes. She slid the briefcase onto the desk and pushed it gently toward Dante. Dante felt his pulse grow at the sight of all the stacks of green bills he saw in the briefcase as Ayame opened it. He couldn't remember a time when so much money was being handed to him...probably a first, seeing as how many of his clients liked to appear to be rich, but weren't. And being an assassin was a high-paying job, so it was no wonder that the woman didn't have any problem with bringing him the cash in person. Ayame picked up a stack of neatly wrapped bills. She held the stack to her nose, closing her eyes as she relished in the scent as though it were an expensive perfume.
"I love money. The smell, the color. Money makes the world turn...no one can survive without it." She said softly, as though musing to herself, "I am a woman of business. I like to do things in order. Which is why I brought all of the money for this one time deal. I don't like those masqueraders of prosperity, who like to give out their money in small doses when hiring people. Down payment first, and then the rest of the payment? That clearly shows how fake they are."
She smiled and shook her head. Then she looked up at Dante. "Don't you agree?"
Dante wasn't sure of what to say. He figured that it must be a test... but he also knew that most women liked to be agreed with...
"Of course. If I had as much money as you do, I'm sure it would have to be the same way with me madam." he said with a sweet smile.
"I just found out all that I needed to know from you with my simple question." she said with a chuckle.
"And that is?" Dante asked. This couldn't get anymore confusing to him...he was ready to end this stupid game of intellect. What did killing demons have to do with intellect? Absolutely nothing...
"That you are a greedy bastard." she said with another chuckle.
"Run that by me again?" he asked, purely baffled. Maybe he hadn't heard her right the first time...
"You heard me. I said that you are a greedy bastard. You need this money badly, I can tell just by looking around this terrible and horrid run down rat hole that you've even dared to call an office. You'll say anything to get this money won't you?" she said, eyes now glittering with evil laughter and mockery. She wanted him to succumb to her ruthlessness of criticism and hideous cruelty, though he was sure that he hadn't seen the full potency of either...and was glad that this was so...
He rolled his eyes. Then he sighed. He really did need the money...and Ayame's offer was sounding like music to his ears. Especially since it was right within his grasp...he couldn't just turn down her offer as though he had a better one. So...he would let her think what she wished about him.
"Yeah...I'm afraid you've read me like a book, front and back. And although you've insulted me quite a lot, I'll still take you up on your offer." he said, with forced humility. He was hating every minute of this...but he bit his tongue in the back of his mind, afraid of that his colorful nature was soon going to burst out of him, like a dam shattering from the force of a river.
Ayame seemed satisfied enough that he hadn't been that rude with her yet...so she didn't stop there...
"I know that you don't want to risk losing my money...but I would like to see your true colors Dante." she said with a smile, "Suppose that I said that you could say anything that is on your mind about me, right now at this very moment, and you wouldn't lose a single bill...would you do it? Don't worry, the money will still be yours if you answer 'yes', I just want to see where your head is at darling."
'Finally.' he thought, 'I was getting tired of all that pretending shit.'
"Well, in that case, hell yeah I'd say whatever the hell is on my mind about you." he said, with slight distaste and offense. He didn't put up with anyone's bullshit, and quite frankly, if money weren't involved, he would have kicked her ass out a long time ago, with an array of words worthy enough to be pulled out of a sewer.
"Ah..." Ayame said in wonder, "Lovely. Okay, the floor is yours."
Dante smirked. "You are sexy as hell...but I hate your goddamned attitude. I just don't understand why you would act like such a bitch to someone you would ask for help. Is it because you don't have a man in your life? Clearly you're not very good at keeping one with your smart-ass comments that disgust the hell out of me."
"And you would base the standards of me keeping a man in my life with the way that I've treated you?" Ayame asked with a raised eyebrow, "That is ridiculous...maybe if you had some money then you could actually talk to me about my relationships." She snorted. "I mean, it's not as though you have a woman walking around here in this God-forsaken hell-hole, so what good did that petty remark of yours actually do? I know that I'm a very attractive woman...and you're very attractive yourself...but this is a free country, and I am free to act however the hell I please. As long as I pay you, you shouldn't really give a damn."
Dante sat back, speechless. All he could do was blink. And then...anger...
"Who the hell do you think you are? You think that just because you have a lot of goddamned money, you can treat people like shit? It's no wonder why you're an assassin, because in the corporate world, your ass would be dead already." Dante said.
"And just what the hell do you know about the corporate world?" Ayame asked.
Dante glared. So she had called his bluff...he'd roll with it anyway...
"I know enough." he said.
"Whatever. Listen, I have things to do...Here's your money, I suggest that you don't spend it all rapidly, I told you that I like to give all of the monies at once for the entire job, so you will not be receiving anymore if you blow it all. I will be back tomorrow around noon to explain specific details about my situation." she said, examining her French-manicured nails.
She got up and walked over to the door. "Goodbye Dante." she said with a smile. Then she left.
Dante sighed with relief, resting his head on his desk in front of the open briefcase of money.
'Glad that's over.' he thought.
