NOTE: At the time that I'm starting writing this, I didn't get any other comments. But guess what... I don't flippin' care! I'd still like to thank NocturneD and Mase. Thank you for the compliments, as well as constructive comments. I'll take just about anything. Flames will be carefully thought over, and then responded to with a barradge of insults. Think about that.

Brain: You know as well as I do that they don't care at ALL! By the way, have you seen Nobody yet?

Me: Shut up already! And no, no I haven't.

Brain: Fiddle sticks!

Disclamer: If it hasn't been driven into your thick head that I don't own DMC yet, then please, go do 'something' about it.

Brain: This 'something' you speak of...

Me: Use your imagination.00?

Dante stared at her with an odd look on his face. He didn't know what to do. He'd expected a sarcastic answer of some sort. What was 'no', supposed to mean? Triata began to sob and buried her face in her arm. As she was tied and couldn't move, she was unable to rush to the bathroom and see her reflection. Her eyes really were bloodshot and her throat was red and ached teribilly. But, she did notice the fact that her shoulder was covered in the blood from her splitting cut on her arm. That couldn't be. That was just a dream. A look of absolute terror spread across her face and she looked up at Dante, who starring at her even more confused looking than ever. "Are you alright, Dante?" Triata asked through her tears.

"I'm fine. But, I'm not so sure about you." Dante got up and walked towards her. She took note that he wasn't wearing those wierd gauntlets, and relaxed a bit more. Her dream had revealed more to her then she had really wanted to ever remember again. Dante kneeled on the floor beside the couch and started to talk to Triata in a way that he would normally not be cappable of. "What happened?" he asked softly. His ussual cocky tone seemed non-existant as he spoke. Triata tried to calm herself enough to respond to him. The demon hunter was surprisingly patieant as he waited for her to get the control needed to explain. Blinking to get her eyes cleared, she took note of how awware Dante was being of her every move. And also that he'd not even attempted to untie her yet. After about fifteen minutes of waiting, Dante asked again: "What happened?"

Triata took another moment to council herself into a calmer state, then began to explain. "I felt myself black out, but I wasn't sure why. I slipped into complete unconciousness, and relized that I'd fallen asleep. I tried to bring myself back,... but, I couldn't make my mind pull away fast enough..." She paused to grab her own throat. It stopped her from breaking into tears, as she went on to explain to a very confused Dante. Taking in a number of deep, shaky breaths, she forced herself to continue.

"Everything was dark. I felt like I was falling. I called out to see where I was,... pretty sure I wouldn't get an answer seeing as I was the only one around. The darkness seemed to move and vibrate, and somebody did answer me... I don't know who it was, or what thier name was if they even had one. I know that I'm almost possitive that I've never heard it before though. He told me I was in a place where anything could happen, but that... well... everything, ya know, like the 'rules' had changed. And then..."

"Wait, the rules? What are the 'rules'?" Dante broke in. Triata swallowed back a rush of tears and another lump formed in her throat. Dante starred at her. "Well?" he asked.

"I don't know..." Triata boldly lied. Dante sat back, suddnelly very interested. With a hard expression, Triata pushed onward, making herself continue to tell Dante what had happened in her dream. "And then... then, somethi--...somehting horrible happened. An angel appeared. When I asked it to help me, it died. A Fallen replaced it. The odd voice I'd heard... scoldded me, and then,... I turned around. The angel was there, and I thought it wanted to help me, and that... maybe I'd imagened the angel being killed. But then,... it turned into one of The Fallen. The one that had taken it's place before. It... it stabbed me in the arm and just left me there.

"Then, I remember calling someone's name. And... I think it was your's. I called for you, and I don't have a clue as to why. I mean,... how could you have helpped me? I was alone and bleeding... and everything was so dark. I closed my eyes as tight as I could and then... then I ended up,... here." She geustured to the rest of the room with her head, then took a long, deep breath to steady herself again. A tear rolled down her face, and she was about to stop when Dante forced her to continue.

"Keep going." he said in a flat, emotionless tone. He sat and observed how she acted while she said each thing. His gaze was never un-averted for mare then a couple of seconds, and he almost never even tried to speak while she describbed this dream.

"Well," she said, swollowing hard again " you were here, and you ran out to me. It was almost like you had heard me call for you. You stood above me and..."

"I saved you?" Dante asked with a sly grin and a half laugh. Triata had to force herself not to cry when she saw the look on his face.

"No. The same thing that happened to the angel... happened to you. You bled and you almost hit the ground. If I hadn't caught you,... you'd probobly have been knocked out cold and died. I started to cry, and then... then you woke up. You got up like nothing had happened. That glow that appears around you sometimes,... it appeared. But,... not as a white. It was a red and black color. Your eyes turned bright red like blood and you told me I had to die. Die, Dante... die."

This sent chills down his spine. Die? He'd said that to her? There was no way. It couldn't have been true. "I told you you had to die?" he asked, a little confused.

"Yes..." said Triata. She leaned her head to the side and wipped some stray tears on her shoulder that wasn't bleeding. "But then, you picked up my sword. Not your own. I barely stopped you with your sword. It wieghed a ton... and, it may have killed you. I'm... not sure though. I dropped the sword and I grabbed you as you fell again... But, you dissapeared. And my sword melted into the floor. I ran out the door, and the voice yelled at me and sent me back out of my nightmare... Then I heard a buzzing, which turned out to be that T.V." Triata nodded her head towards the small box with a screen that Dante called a T.V. and looked back at him. "Which, I might add, was never turned off."

Dante ignorred her last comment and thought about what she'd said. he felt that there were things she wasn't telling him, but he didn't push the issue. She was hurt by a dream in real life. That shouldn't happen. Dreams can't hurt people. They should never have such an extreme effect on real life. What if she had died durring her dream? What then? Would she have even lived long enough to wake-up? Dante suddenlly looked concerened. "What aren't you telling me?" he asked with little fear, if any. She looked at him like a deer caught in the head lights. She was shocked and appaled that he believed she was keeping anything from him. She knew well as he did that he was right, but had to find a way to keep this precious information to herself. Nobody could find out about this. At least, not for a long time.

"What, makes you think I'm keeping something from you?" she asked indignantly through a barradge of quick breaths.

"Well, every time I've ever heard anyone tell me a story, they don't sweat." said Dante, cockiness regained. Triata looked at him blankly with tears staining her skin as she relized he was right. She was indeed sweating. Once more, like so many times before, she came to the conclusion that she was a terrible liar. Dante saw how she reacted and waited for her say at least one thing about her dream that she hadn't told him, but she never spoke. Not until: "If you just come out and say something, I'll be forced to do horrible thigns... like make you watch the lowest ratted soap opera on T.V.!"

"NO! Anything but tha---- wait a minute. You amd what army? Your T.V. isn't getting reception."

Dante froze, unable to fight that logic, and moved on to something else. He walked to a near-by table and picked up Triata's sword. She froze now. Her heart skipped a beat and she struggled to free herself from the ties on the couch. Unfortunately, the ties weren't just ordidnary ties. They were broken pieces of Cerberus's chain wellded together in a rage Dante had gone into shortly after about how the fire in front of a very important door wouldn't move. This was like her dream. Dante going to a table of desk and grabbing her sword. "Put it down!" Triata begged as tears filled her eyes. Dante dropped the sword in the spot where he stood at her scream of what sounded like terror.

"What's so special about your sword? Hmm?" Dante asked, glad to have sparked her curiosity at last. Triata gulped back a fit of rage and responded meakly: "I can't tell you." At this, Dante went back and picked up the weapon agian. He hadn't relized how well it was made. There was an interacate carving on the top part of the hilt. It was made of pure silver from what he could see, and from what could be seen, on the eye was a small piece of sapphire. The whole of the being was covered with small emeralds were made to look like... scales, maybe? What looked like wings were layered quite generously with rubbies, and one or two diamonds were placed into it's head as horns. It's teeth were made of practically microscopic pieces of ruby and diamond, to make them look blood soaked he guessed. Amber was layed into it's feet to look like the sun glinting off it's 'scales' probobly. Looking closser, you could see that there was a layer of glass over the silver. Pressed in between the two seperate substances were fragments of opals. It made the animal stand out on the surfface, but blend in when looked at from a distance. After you took a good look, you could move further away to see what the animal was. At first sight, Dante thought it was a green demon. But, upon closer observation, he found it was a dragon.

"Wow... how much did this run you?" Dante asked. He was amazed by the true craftmanship of just the top part of the hilt. That was saying something. Triata mumbled an answer, but Dante couldn't understand what she'd said. He walked over and said: "What did you say?" Triata looked the other way refusing to say it again. With a sigh she asked him a qeustion that had been bugging her: "Could you untie me now? I'm starting to lose the circulation in my wrists."

Dante wanted to leave her there so she'd be open for qeustioning, but decided that she'd been a good sport. So, he untied her with much difficulty. He himself said he honestly didn't know how he'd used those chains to tie her down to begin with. Dante put the sword down and picked up Rebellion. Pulling his guns from the back of his pants, he shoved them into their holsters and swung his coat on. Triata had barely taken notice to the fact that he'd been walking around only in pants and boots. She relized now though, that she liked it better.

Coming to her senses, she told him something that he'd need to know."Dante," she began " I have been put under a powerful control. You don't even know how strong it is and you could never guess. I'll tell you this now: Don't ever let me fall into any kind of sleep. It could kill me and you." Though he preasurred her for more information, she refussed to speak. She grabbed her sword off the desk it rested on and walked towards the door. Dante and her left, walking back the way they'd gone hours ago before Dante got mad. Both with swords in hand and qeustions left unanswered, they stayed beside each other.

'I hope she can hold her own, because I won't wait for her.' Dante thought.

'I hope he can really help me to do what I need to...' Triata thought.

Short chapter, I know. But I'm kinda finding myself stopping and thinking too much. I want to come up with some ideas before I start writing the next chapter.

Brain: What about all this golden material? Aren't you ever going to use it!

Me: Be quiet! That's for something different!

Brain: Well exuse me!

Me: Yes! Exuse YOU!

Anyways, I forgot to say something last time. If you want a visual for the scene where Dante and the angel's chests lurch out and they are nearly killed/are killed, go watch the Alien series and tell me if you get the picture then.

(a couple hours later) Got it?... Good.o-o

This chapter was a little boring to write, but I hope you like it all the same!

Brain: Or do you?...

Me: Yes! I do! Now go away! A-W-A-Y! AWAY!

Brain:(

P.S. Please forgive my horrendous spelling. I'm far too lazy to use a dictionary and I don't feel like looking it over too much either.