Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Devil May Cry. The rest of the characters mentioned are mine.

Note: This is the beginning of what would have been a seperate sequel. I hope you like it. I spent most of the time I wrote it, listening to probably love songs. So that explains some of it. The rest, I have no idea.

magusanubis: You'll hear about Virgil soon. I'm just not sure of how soon. But he will be in this. And I don't think Dante could ever be evil. He's too good.

Bustahead: Thanks for the several reviews. I'm glad you like it and I hope you've gotten to this chapter, too. Thanks for what you said about the action scenes. I'll do what I can to make the next ones better. And you didn't offend me at all. I'm glad that you said it. Now I can try to fix my mistakes and I'm sure there are a few. I just haven't written the whole list yet.

Mental-Chick246: I tried to review your story but this computer I'm using doesn't like to work.So, I'll give you my opinion here. I really liked it. You should continue. I'll be keeping watch for the new chapter. I'll leave a review when I'm on a computer that doesn't fight with me. Until then, I hope you do update your story. And I hope more people review, too.

Now on with the story. I actually had the title planned out as Demon Hearts Reunited. You can comment on it if you want. Enjoy.

Dante strode toward his room. His white hair dangled in front of his pale blue eyes. He had left his trench coat in his room, leaving only his red vest and tight black clothing. His mind wondered to the past, reminding him of Rona. He hastily pushed the memories aside. It had been years since he had seen her. So much time, time enough for him to lose his brother to the demon who had killed his mother, and destroyed his father for all he knew. He hadn't seen him for years, ever since he was a kid. Dante was now in his mid twenties, never having cared much for his age. It never really mattered. He was practically the same no matter what his age. He only grew a little wiser with each passing year. But the hardest lesson had to have been with Rona. She was the one that taught him falling in love wasn't always a fairy tail. Why did she keep coming to his mind? Could he miss her that much?

Dante stood outside his bedroom door. Something didn't feel right. Something had changed. He drew ebony from its holster, expecting to find a demon searching through his room after opening the door.

He swung the door open and aimed the gun within the same second, only finding a small mound lying on his bed. He looked at the long dark hair, the tanned skin, and the slender form with a feline face. He knew this creature that was sleeping in his bed.

He lowered his gun and quietly approached the sleeping form. He sat on the edge of the bed, noticing she had somehow grown even more beautiful than when he had last seen her. Or maybe it was because of how long ago it had been.

With smooth, silent movements, he tenderly brushed a long strand of hair from her face. His lips twisted into a kind, loving smile before he leaned down and brushed his lips against her forehead. She stirred, seeming to have woken from a long sleep that held peaceful dreams. Her golden eyes, which had once held a flame that could never be quenched, focused on his.

At first she didn't appear to recognize him, then she seemed to search into his eyes for his soul and smiled. "Dante." She spoke before throwing herself from the bed and catching her arms around his neck. "I didn't think it would work." She whispered, her voice filled with tears while her eyes stayed dry.

"I never remembered you being so friendly." Dante said; his arms lightly wrapped around her waist. He was almost afraid she would disappear if he allowed himself to truly believe he was holding her again.

She backed away, her eyes searching his once again. "You know that I couldn't—"

"I know." He answered, his voice drooping into a depressed tone. "I'm glad you're here."

"So am I." She answered then looked around the room. "You really need to clean this place up."

Dante chuckled a little. "It probably wouldn't have been this bad if you had come back with us." He took her hand and raised it to his lips, leaving a gentle kiss on her fingers. "A lot has happened since then." He whispered as he looked down at her fragile looking hand. "So much to tell you, I don't know where to start." He looked into her eyes. "I missed you, Rona."

She felt her heart melt, her eyes softened with the sorrow and pain she heard in his voice. "What's happened, Dante?"

He told her about Mallet Island and everything that took place. Of course she already knew. She had just hoped that maybe Dante and Virgil were able to change and worked together.

"Do you need anything? Food drinks… me." Dante grinned devilishly.

"Don't bet on it." She answered with a smile, a smile Dante had come to dream of every night. "But I could use something to eat. I'm also kind of thirsty."

"So, you'll take everything but me, huh?" Dante helped her from the bed, making sure she had a clear pathway to the door through the discarded clothes and papers.

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

Dante stopped her at the door. Placing one hand against the wall, next to her neck, he leaned towards her and whispered, "I really did miss you."

"I missed you too." She answered impulsively.

He leaned closer to her until his nose had brushed hers. He stopped, waiting for her to stop him with words. She, instead, gently laid her hands on his chest and lightly pushed him back. "Dante? My breakfast?" She spoke, unsure of what he would do. She remembered that he had a temper and didn't want to make him lose it.

"It'll still be there whether we go now or not." He whispered, now nuzzling her neck.

"I'll still be here longer than it will." She whispered back, trying to keep herself from giving up this new war.

"Not this moment." He pulled back to look into her eyes, her bright golden eyes he had wanted to see again for so long.

Rona slowly slid her arms behind his shoulders and pulled him close, laying her head against his hard chest. She listened to his heartbeat just as she had done before. She listened as his heart beat at the same pace as her own. She soon felt his hands against her back while his chin rested on the crown of her head. "How could I have let you go?" She whispered.

"I never let you go." Dante answered, closing his eyes and enjoying this moment he had with her.

Rona didn't want to move, but knew she had to. Her stomach was getting close to growling at her, demanding for her to eat. She could already feel it twisting, threatening to make a sound.

"I need to eat." She whispered, pushing Dante away and going through the door.

Dante calmly led Rona to the kitchen, telling her how he had found the place and how long he had lived there.

"I see you have done pretty well." Rona commented, sitting down at a small table. "I'm proud of you." She then thought for a moment and asked, "Is Trish living here too?" She was afraid of what the answer would be but knew she hadn't been a part of his life for so long. She almost expected him to say that he had fallen in love with someone else.

Dante looked at her curiously, wondering what would make her ask something like that. "Yeah, she is. Her room is on the opposite side of the building from mine." He noticed that Rona almost seemed relieved to hear that. He handed her a plate with a slice of pizza.

"Do you have anything else?" She asked; glancing up at Dante and back to the pizza that looked like it had been overloaded with peppers and a few things she didn't even recognize as food.

"What? You like pizza."

"Not when it's all… strange looking like this." She answered, pushing the plate away.

"I forgot you only eat pizza with pepperoni and any other meat you can get." Dante put the slice of pizza he had given her back in its box and put a slice of pepperoni pizza on her plate. "Better?"

She smiled and looked up at him. "Could it have occurred to you that I don't want pizza? I need more to live on, you know."

"No you don't." Dante argued. "If I could live on this stuff—"

"You do."

"Then so can you. Eat up."

Rona looked down at the plate and said, "How much are you willing to bet that I can just eat pizza while living here?" Her eyes jumped to him, seeming to glow with the possible win.

"You'll do something to make me lose. No bet." He answered and pushed the plate closer to her. "Now eat. We'll go out afterwards."

"Out?" Rona was now becoming worried about what he was meaning. "What kind of 'out' are you meaning? Like a date or just getting out of the house?"

"Which would you prefer?" Dante grinned at her again.

"I'd prefer going shopping for clothes since I'm going to be here for a while." She answered, picking up the pizza and taking a bite while looking Dante in the eyes.

"Then that's what we'll do. There's a mall near by, you should be able to find something that will fit you." Dante went to the fridge. "What do you want to drink? There's beer if you're interested."

"You know I don't drink beer." She growled. "Anything that isn't sickening?"

Dante looked at her over his shoulder. "We'll get you some juice while were out."

An hour later, after the two of them had talked and Rona had eaten at least half of her breakfast, they left for the mall. Or got out the door before Rona had to ask how they were going to get to their destination.

"Look next to the sidewalk." Dante said, turning her head manually with his hands. "You see the bike? That's what we're taking."

Rona looked at the large motorcycle. "You're joking right?"

Dante stood next to it, holding a helmet that he was intending to have her wear. "No, I'm not. Come on. You'll be safe, I promise."

She remembered what happened in Devil May Cry 3 and hesitated to trust his driving skills. "And what happened to the last bike you drove? Lets say, the one you drove up the Temen-Ni-Grew."

Dante gave a nervous laugh. "That was a long time ago. I haven't done anything like that in—"

"A few days?"

Dante glared. "In as many years as that was. Now come on."

Giving in, Rona accepted the helmet and waited until Dante was on the bike before she climbed on.

"What do I hold onto?" She asked, knowing how he would answer.

"Me. Are you through wasting time?"

"The good times are back, I guess." She muttered under her breath before putting her arms around Dante's waste and holding on tight.

She enjoyed the feeling of the wind and wished she wasn't wearing the helmet. Then again she was glad since brushing her hair afterwards would have hurt like hell.

Arriving at the mall had almost been as much fun as leaving for the mall. Rona, without realizing it, was attracting the attention of several guys. But all she saw was Dante. All other guys were just ghosts in her eyes, compared to the half demon man she walked with. She didn't even want to see anyone else.

"What about this?" Dante asked, holding up a tube top.

"No." Rona found a baby doll T-shirt and held it up. "What do you think?"

"I think this would look better on you." He shoved the tube top at her and went back to searching.

"Dante. That would fall off to easily." She shoved it back at him and looked for a shirt that both of them might like, even though that was probably impossible. She picked up a shirt from the rack just in time to hear Dante had found something. She looked and glared at him. "That's even worse."

"How?" Dante asked with a joking voice.

"That isn't just a tube top. It's close to being a bra. I'm not going to traipse around with hardly anything on so you can drool over me. And especially not for everyone else to see."

"Then you can wear it at home. Just for me." He wasn't about to give up.

"No." Rona pushed Dante's choice away and started searching again.

"At least try it on." Dante persisted.

"Why?"

"I want to see you wear something else besides T-shirts and jeans."

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Rona grabbed the clothing from Dante and headed for the dressing rooms. On the way there she muttered several curses about his strange obsession that she had known from other guys as well.

It didn't take her long to decide she didn't like what Dante had chosen. She didn't realize that it wasn't just extremely revealing but also tight. This wasn't in any way her style. She believed in dressing according to personality. She wasn't the type to reveal too much of herself, or any of herself.

"So?" She heard Dante outside the door.

"I'm not coming out." She quietly yelled through the door.

"Yes you are. Come on. You're young and beautiful. This shouldn't be much of a problem for you."

"It is when I've spent most of my life dressing a lot like my brother."

Dante, after getting impatient, yanked the door open. He almost laughed about Rona's objecting scream but; instead, paid attention to how she looked. "I'm glad I chose a dark red." He commented. "You should buy it."

"I don't have money." She turned away from him and looked at herself in the mirror. "And I wouldn't buy this if I did." She added.

Dante moved behind her, examining how they looked together and calmly said, "As I said, you can wear it only at home if you want." He brushed her hair off her shoulders. "You can wear it just for me." He moved his hands down to her waist and held his hands in front of her flat stomach, pulling her closer to him.

"If you think that that's going to work, you're wrong."

He smiled and let her go. "I'll find something else then."

"You—" Dante had left before she could finish. She wanted to tell him that he wasn't going to do any more clothes hunting for her. But he had left too fast for her to say anything.

Dante found a few shirts that would be more to her liking. One or two of them were belly shirts but he knew he could convince her they wouldn't bother her. Either that or he would buy them anyways.

Deciding she wasn't going to try anything else on, Rona let Dante buy the shirts he had picked out. She didn't notice that he had snuck in a certain item she had refused to ever wear again. They picked out jeans together; some were hip huggers while the others were slightly form fitting. Everything else she needed, he let her pick.

That night Dante made room for Rona's clothes in his dresser. He thought of what she had done when she saw him after waking up. What did she mean that she didn't think it would work? He decided it had to have been her arrival that she didn't think would be successful. But then he wondered how she got there.

"Are you through yet?" Rona asked, standing in the doorway.

Dante turned towards her. "Yeah. I guess we'll be sharing this room, then. Since your clothes are in here too."

"I'll sleep on the floor." Rona moved to go back through the house.

"You'll be sleeping on the bed with me."

Rona stopped and turned back to Dante. "What?"

"You heard me." Dante was now grinning about the look on her face. "The bed is more comfortable than the floor."

"I'm not sleeping in a bed alone with you." She was now smiling too; amazed that Dante would be suggesting such a thing. "Besides, we haven't really been around each other in a while. I'll need to get used to you again."

Dante took a step towards her. "What are you afraid will happen?"

"You really need to ask?"

Dante seemed to be amazed with her for suggesting such a thing would happen. "I'll be nice." He said, now reaching for a strand of her hair. "I promise."

"One of us gets the couch." She said, looking into his eyes.

Dante dropped his hand, slightly frustrated that she was arguing with him and yet thinking of it as more of a challenge. "I'll sleep on the couch. Just don't forget that this is my room too."

"Not while I'm here it isn't." She answered with a chuckle.

Dante looked back at her while walking out, a smile overtaking his face. "I'm glad you're here." He whispered and walked out.

Rona couldn't sleep. She kept thinking of what she had said to Dante and was ready to bite off her own head for it. She thought of how kind he had been and how easily he had made her laugh since the first moment she had arrived. It didn't take long for her to realize she wasn't going to sleep while she felt like she had hurt Dante. She climbed out of the bed and crept into the living room to see Dante lying on the couch, watching TV. He looked in her direction and asked, "What? You want the couch now?"

"No." She answered, thinking of an excuse. "I'm cold."

"I'll get you another blanket then." He was about to get up when Rona quickly took a step towards him, startling him enough to make him stay in one place.

"I was wondering…" She didn't know how to ask her question.

"Yes?" Dante waited.

"Can I climb in with you?" She asked meekly.

Dante smiled and moved back, lifting one arm as a way of telling her she could. He held her close so she wouldn't fall off, smiling as he fell asleep with his head on hers.