NOTE: That's right! I made another one before getting any reveiws!(laughs like a maniac) DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!

Disclamer: I do not own anything from DMC.

Dante came to an abrupt stop in front of an old building in the middle of the desalate town. Dust sprayed into the air as he turned his feet on an angle and dug into the dirt to steady himself. Triata was not far behind, but had far more difficult a time with the ending of the little journey. She skipped her feet along the ground to slow herself, but tripped when she tried to come to a complete and sudden halt. Rolling a couple of times, she looked up at Dante from her position on the ground. He laughed a little, putting his hand against his forehead with amusement. "A demon who can't control her own speed... pathetic." he said in a sly tone. Triata's eyes flashed and she stood with lightning speed. "I," she spoke "am NOT one of those dispicable creatures. I never have been, and I never will be!" She glared at him evily, ready to bite his head off for even suggesting such a thing. He just shrugged and looked at the buildings behind her. "Whatever you say." Dante said, almost busting out in laughter.

Yeah right. Not a demon? 'We'll see if that's the truth' he thought. Walking forward, he brushed past Triata, unaware that she was considering starting a fight with him. He heard a quick sharp sound. "Vangaurd..." he muttered. Pulling out his sword, he whipped around and heard a clang as his sword met another. He was only half surprissed to see that Triata was on the other end and not a Vangaurd. "Well," he said "a little edgy, are we?"

Triata stared at him, surprissed he could move the obviously heavy sword that fast. Shaking from effort, Triata loosened her grip on the sword and lowered it into it's sheath. Dante moved his sword catiously down from it's raised position, watching Triata carefully. His eyes narrowed slightly as he hissed: "Remember my little promise. Betray me and I will not hessitate to kill you." He raised his sword up and pointed it at her for emphasis. With a cold look of curiosity and fear in her eyes, Triata nodded, pretending to be un-afraid. Dante gruntted and turned around to face the buildings again. Taking a step forward, he stopped to make sure she didn't try it again. When he had re-assured himself enough that she wasn't going to try to kill him again, he countinued walking forward towards an obviously blocked entry way.

"What are you gonna try to do next, move the Heavens?" Triata asked with dry amusement as Dante approached the rubble. "Huh... Have a little faith." he said with a re-assuring glance. He glowed with the white arura once more, this time summoning four odd objects that Triata had never seen before. She recognized one pair of the objects as being some form of gauntlets, but was baffled by the set that appeared around Dante's feet. They were dark, but glowed brightly through cracks that seemed to be meant to allow the user to bend their wrists and ankles with ease. Both seemed to almost form claws like that of a demon. Clutching his hands into fists so hard that his knuckles went white, Dante smiled slyly as he raised his gauntlets to one of the larger fallen pieces of rock.

Pulling back with his whole body, he felt a rush of power go through himself. His eyes flashed as he entered into Devil Trigger, the white light around him gaining a temperary red tint. He unleashed this massive amount of energy into the piles upon piles of rubble, which caused a huge explosion. Triata screamed and, much to her own surprise, created a shield in front of herself that covered her fairly well.

The glow around Dante dissapeared and the gauntlets vanished into thin air. When the dust cleared, Dante was shocked to see Triata still with her eyes closed and the shield up. He cleared his face of all but amusement and strode towards her. "So, little Miss 'I'm-not-a-demon' can use the Royal Gaurds? Intruging." Dante stated smugly. Instantly the protective barrior dissapated and Triata stormed forward, clearly inraged. She pulled a gun from it's holster and shoved it into Dante's chest. "I," she said "am NOT A DEMON!" Her frame shook with her rage as she pushed Dante back. He didn't look at all afraid. How could he be unafraid?

With a sigh and a roll of his eyes, Dante grasped the gun barrel. It startled Triata so the she pulled the trigger. Dante blinked, but otherwise gave off no signs that he was ever shot. Triata's face broke into a look of horror, but she didn't know what to think. "You shot me!" Dante growled. His eyes lit with anger as they burned into Triata's. "What about 'I'll kill you myself', don't you understand!" he shouted with an immense amount of rage. She shuddered as his anger became what she would think to be the place for someone's soul. He calmed himself, realizing it wasn't a big deal once more, and turned around again.

The door slammed against the far wall as Dante kicked it in. Wood splinters went everywhere, and Triata winced as one hit her sqaure in the head. "Aw, damn it all! They busted my phone!" Dante roared angrily. Triata's eyes wandered across the room in shear amazment. The whole place was practically torn to pieces and he'd managed to pick out a few wires sticking up in the middle of the floor? That was just plain sad. "How," Triata asked "did you pick out that little wire under all of that junk?" Dante was now carrying pieces of the phone in his arms as he looked for a place to keep them until he could fix it.

"I," he said "am trained in the ways of the phone." A huge smile cracked across Triata's face and she broke out laughing. Dante stood there, not realizing exactly what it was that he'd said yet, but shrugged his shoulders and picked up a few more spare pieces of phone. Triata was now her knees hugging her ribs at this point. ' What did I say that was so funny?'Dante thought curiously. He storred the thought away and dashed to the kitchen. Triata was wipping tears from her face and trying to stand when she heard an abrupt string of curses from the other room. Still busting out in fits of laughter every now and then, she stumbled into what she soon discovered was a sad excuse for a kitchen. Dante stood there, glaring at the fuse box with pure rage. "What's got you so frustrated?" Triata said through a slight laugh.

"The damn electricity went out!" he growled. He kicked a cabnit so hard it splintered and a huge dent could be seen on something inside of the door. Triata muffled a laugh and ventured closer to Dante's side. "So?" she asked. Dante turned his head slowly, trying not to snap. "I had pizza in the fridge, and it's all moldy now. Demon or not, I'm not big on moldy pizza." Dante said.

Triata stoped what she was doing and pulled her gun on him again. Dante laughed slightly. "What're ya gonna do, rob the junk heap?" he asked, clearly amused. She readied the gun to fire. "So, you are a demon." Triata said with a shudder. Dante looked puzzled. "No, I'm the president of the chess club." he retorted. She watched him intently. A demon. She'd saved a demon? "Doesn't it figure? I try to be a good person for once and I save exactly what I'm trying to kill." Triata gripped as she realized that meant it would take more then a single bullet to kill him. Dante looked at her with a qeustioning gaze. "Well, what are you then? Fighting on a mountain is nigh impossible for a human. You, on the other hand, are most certainly not an ordinary human. You fought me while we were practically at the top." Dante boldly stated. When she didn't react aside from tightening her grip on the gun, he sighed and kicked the gun out of her hands. Grabbing it, Dante pointed the hand gun at Triata. She stood in shock. What could be said to that? She'd never been able to do anything she'd done just recently before.

When she still did nothing, Dante shoved the gun into her chest and moved his hands away. She barley managed to grab it before it hit the ground, and she imediatly put the saftey on so it didn't accidently fall and go off. Dante shoved the phone pieces into the fridge. It was sturdy enough, and it was off for the time, so he figured it would be perfect. Triata was amused by this to say the least, and broke out in a laugh again. "What could possibly be so funny?" Dante asked, slightly angered. Triata tried to say something, but her laughs blocked her words. Dante walked up to her and drug her out of the building to the street again. She'd been too busy laughing to complain. He removed his hand from her shoulder and pulled out his sword. "Are you coming or not?" Dante asked in a dry tone. Triata got a grip on herself and nodded, drawing her sword as well. Dante looked at her quizically, confused about what had been so funny. "It's very easy to make me laugh." She said flatly, remebering the qeustion that he'd asked her a few minutes ago. Dante mumbled something that she didn't understand, then bounded forward. He made a sharp turn left and raced down the alleyway that opened into what had once been a town.

As Triata began to yell after him to wait for her, she was interupted by her own scream of surprise as a Vangaurd appeared in front of her. Dante rolled his eyes and bounded off the wall to go back, jumping over several Prides. "This day just keeps gettin' better and better!" Dante grunted. a smile spread across his face as he saw his enemy. 'I recall my last statement.' he thought. Using his sword, he propelled himself in front of the creature, staring at it evily.

Next move wins

Yes, I am evil enough to end there! Tell me what you think. But know this: Weather or not you respond, there will be more...