My third chapter! I must say, I'm excited. I will endeavor to put up some really good chapters. –Nods- You know…I never did find Dante…I wonder where he could be…do any of you people know?
Dante: -Wasting away in closet- I think someone put a chair up against this closet…
Breathes faintly- Help someone…anyone…I'm starving! Help! Heeeeellllllllp!
Hm…I wonder where that noise is coming from…-Standing right in front of the closet- Must be the television…I think I'm going to file a missing persons report with the police though. Let me know if you know about Dante's whereabouts…-Sniffle- Thanks. –Sits on a chair in front of the closet-
Disclaimer: I do not OWN Devil May Cry 3, or anything of the sort, you know…yada yada, blah blah blah, Capcom and all that good stuff.
Dante awakened to the sound of his phone ringing. He yawned and stretched. His head was pounding. And from the looks of all the empty bottles of fine champagne, he knew that he had gotten drunk the night before...
The phone continued to ring, making his head hurt worse with all the noise that it produced in his sensitive hangover stricken ears and head. He answered the phone.
"Devil Never Cry...how may I help you?" he said with a yawn, rubbing his head.
"Rise and shine darling." A familiar female voice said.
"Is it noon already?" he asked.
"Quite. Well, 12:01 to be exact, but...I got here at exactly 12:00 PM." Ayame said.
"Oh...well, I'll be down in a minute or two." he said.
"Take your time, there's really no need to rush." Ayame said with a smile.
Dante smiled and rolled his eyes. Ayame hung up, as did he.
He went to the bathroom and washed his face. Then he went downstairs and opened the door. Ayame was wearing a dark red business suit this time, with dark make up to accent her outfit. She had no briefcase this time, just a simple clutch pocketbook. She smiled.
"Well don't you look like you have a hangover." she said, placing a hand to his cheek, "Hope you feel better darling."
When she slid her hand away from his face, his head immediately stopped hurting.
'Hm...' he thought, but didn't think too much of it.
She stepped inside and walked up the staircase to his office. He followed. Once inside the office, she took the same seat in front of his desk as she had the day before.
"Do you have a brother?" she asked.
"Yes...as a matter of fact, I do." he said.
"Hm...interesting. Well, what does he look like?" Ayame asked.
"We're twins." he said.
"Really?" she asked in awe, "Identical or fraternal?"
"Identical." he said.
"Oh that is so adorable!" she said with a smile, "I wish I could see a picture of the two of you together."
Dante became uncomfortable with the subject, so he decided that he would end it.
"We...well, he never really liked to take pictures...and we're not very close. What seems to be the problem with your situation?" he said.
"Oh..." Ayame said. She smiled. "Well...I had just bought a new mansion and it turns out that it's...not haunted by ghosts, but instead, demons rampage through my house in the middle of the night. I was lucky to even get out alive, and for the time being, I have been staying at a hotel."
"I see. Well, there might be a portal for them to keep getting in. Give me the address, and I'll take care of everything." he said.
She put a hand on his. "Thanks. I really appreciate all of your help." she said.
He raised an eyebrow. "Ms. Ayame, I think you gave me all the thanks that I needed with that large sum of money." he said with a grin.
She climbed on top of the desk. "What? I can't give you more?" she asked.
"Well...it's just that...you seemed to hate me yesterday...and now today you're all over me. Are you feeling alright?" he asked.
"Yesterday was just a test darling. You passed." she said softly, rubbing his bare chest through his trench coat.
He smiled. "But Ms. Ayame, I don't think that I should keep those demons waiting."
"I don't care...they can wait. They have been thus far...Dante..." Ayame said with an erotic sigh, "I want you so bad right now."
"Hm...interesting." he said, pulling Ayame onto his lap. She kissed him gently on the lips and delved deeper with her tongue, whilst settling herself in between Dante's legs.
She rubbed her pelvis upon his, and he growled softly.
She sat back and unbuttoned her jacket, revealing her bra. He unhooked her bra.
"Dante..." she said.
"Hm?" he asked.
"There's something I want to show you." she said with an evil smile.
"Hm." he said with a chuckle, "What?"
Her eyes began to glow red and she grew long nails and fangs. Her ears grew pointed and she turned a sickly color of white. She screamed at him like a banshee, and then she scratched his chest.
"What the hell!" he screamed in disbelief, throwing her off of him, and looking down at the deep red gashes across his chest. Blood began to flow steadily from his wounds.
Dante sat up suddenly on the couch, holding his chest, and sweating lightly. He looked at his chest. It was perfectly normal. "Holy shit." he said with a sigh of relief, "That is a definite sign that I should not sleep with my clients."
The phone rang. He got up and answered it. "Devil Never Cry, how may I help you?" he asked.
"Sleep well?" Ayame asked.
Dante carried the phone with the cord over to the window. She was standing outside, but she wasn't looking up.
"Yeah." he said, walking back over to his desk.
"Oh..." Ayame said, "Well, is the door open?"
"What time is it?" he asked.
"12:01 PM. But, you know, I got here at exactly 12:00 PM." she said.
"Okay...listen, can we discuss your situation over some coffee or something?" he asked, oddly perplexed as to why her response was sounding so familiar...when it shouldn't have...
"Sure." she said with a smile, "I wouldn't mind having a latte."
"Good. I'll be down in a minute or two." he said. Then he smacked his head.
"Is...everything alright?" she asked.
"Yeah, everything's fine." he said, and hung up.
He sighed with relief. "What the hell is going on?" he asked as he went to the bathroom.
He turned on the light and looked in the mirror. His chest was raw and bloody with gashes made by claws. He stumbled backward and looked down. Nothing.
He shook his head. 'Pull yourself together Dante.' he thought, and washed his face with cold water. He dried off and went downstairs to meet up with Ayame.
Ayame drove them to a nice café.
Dante sat down and held his head in his hands.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Ayame asked.
"I'm fine." Dante said, "I just had a dream that freaked me out a little."
"Oh. Well, I brought a file of everything that you need to know. There is even a map, just incase you happen to get lost inside the house." She said.
"What?" Dante asked as he looked at the file that she placed in front of him.
"Well, I called upon you to help me because there are demons rampaging through my mansion. I just bought it, haven't even slept in it for two nights, because I ran for my life when those demons decided to try to attack me on the first night." Ayame said, "You know…I'm really lucky to be--"
"Stop." Dante said.
"What?" she asked.
He got up. "I don't know what the hell is going on, but just don't say another word. You're going to tell me how lucky you are to be alive, and that you've been staying at a hotel for the time being, aren't you?" he asked.
"Why…you took the words right out of my head darling." She said with a smile, "How strange."
"Very." He said with a tiny frown, "I'm going to go to this address and take care of everything. After that, I don't want anything to do with you."
"Um…well, okay. Business is business I suppose. It was all in the proposition. Good luck." She said.
"And why aren't you being obnoxious with me?" he asked as he turned back around to face her.
"Yesterday was-" she said as she was cut off by Dante again who said:
"A test? And I guess I passed huh? Yeah…it figures." He said.
"Alright." Ayame said with a puzzled smile, "Happy demon hunting."
Dante looked at her suspiciously one last time and left the café.
Ayame smiled evilly. "My plan is coming along really well…but I don't like the fact that Dante seems to be catching on…hm…oh well…no matter, as long as Vergil gets him, which he will…I don't really don't have anything to worry about."
She let out an evil cackle as she left the café and drove away.
