-1A/N: Sorry it took so long! I'm a slow writer. On top of that I really don't like stories that are out of character so I try really hard to keep them in character. In order to do that I spent the last couple of days re-beating Devil May Cry 3. Anyway, here it is. Hope it's worth the wait.

(BTW I think I might have thought of a way to put Vergil in it! Don't worry I'm not going to just bring him back from the demon world, I know how most people don't like that.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry or any of the characters. (I wish I did but sadly I don't.)

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-End of first Chapter- (I'll add this every chapter to refresh your memory about what happened in the previous chapter)

By the time every demon was dead Lady was breathless. She proceeded toward the sword.

Arrows shot out of the walls, ceiling, and floor. Lady jumped and dodged in what looked like a fast paced dance. Her trained, muscular body received minimum cuts.

Finally the arrows ceased.

Breathing hard, Lady advanced to the sword. She gently laid her hand on the silver hilt. The red blade began to glow as Lady watched, intrigued at the strange object.

"Hey Babe" It said making Lady jump.

--Chapter 2-

"Dante?!" Lady asked, astounded. Sure, she hadn't heard from the devil hunter in years but she never would have assumed him to be dead!

"Who else would it be?" The sword replied, "Could anyone else look this good as a devil arm?"

'Yep, definitely Dante.'

The ground suddenly shook beneath her. Large thunder-like booms could be heard approaching. Lady turned quickly, raising the newfound weapon.

A large demon stood at seven feet tall, scars covered its dark green skin. Clutched in its clawed hand was a long jagged sword, forged for mercilessly ripping through flesh. Its burning dark red eyes promised this to be a fight to the death.

Lady ducked as the crude blade came toward her, dodging it easily. Raising up, she swung 'Dante' clumsily. Stepping to the side, the demon effortlessly avoided the attack. A low chuckle came from the large beast.

"Come on Lady," Dante protested, "That's no way to handle me."

"Shut-UP!" Lady yelled, swinging the double sided blade again. Yet again, she missed.

"Calm down." Dante instructed, sounding more serious, "loosen your grip."

Lady hesitated a moment but did as she was told when the demon came rushing at her. Swinging a third time, Lady nicked the demons arm. The devil arm sliced through the flesh as if it were tissue paper.

The demon grunted then took a step back, looking at his opponent with more caution than before.

Lady stared at 'Dante' in amazement. Never had she seen a blade so finely crafted.

"What did you expect!?" Dante exclaimed, "a rusty piece of junk!?"

Before Lady had time to respond the demon came charging back at her.

Dante instructed Lady through the rest of the fight, correcting her mistakes and giving her helpful tips until eventually the demon was dead.

Lady's legs shook with the effort to stay standing. Cuts ran up and down her legs. Her breath came in short gasps, sweat poured from her forehead. She had already lost more blood than she should have, judging from her abnormally pale skin.

Slowly, Lady made her way out of the old building and down the deserted street toward home.

"Have you ever even picked up a sword before now?" Dante teased.

Lady glared at the devil arm, too tired to give a response.

Lady had picked up a sword before, but only when she was very young and only once. She had never actually wielded a sword before now. But saying that to this cocky devil hunter didn't sound like a good idea. Lady knew Dante would never let her live it down.

Lady walked up the drive that led to her house and opened the door. Lady never locked the door. The only valuable things she had she carried with her, her guns.

Stepping inside, Lady walked through the living room and into the bathroom.

Dante, having never been in Lady's house, noted that her place looked oddly,… normal.

Blue couches sat around a television, throw pillows at each end. Off to the left of them sat a fireplace. Figurines of all sorts sat on the mantle: animals, children, flowers, all vibrantly colored.

Pictures hung on the pale walls outlined in beautiful brown frames. Many of them held a fairly young woman, aging in her late 20's, and a small child. Freckles sprinkled both of their faces, a smile rested on each of there chins. The child's eyes, one red-brown, one blue, sparkled with a youthful innocence.

Lady looked up at the pictures, a sad smile spread onto her still freckled face. The youthful innocence was gone from her eyes now, for it was an innocence of ignorance.

Ignorant of the fact that her mother would soon die by her own father's hands. Ignorant of her father's twisted ways. Ignorant that her life would soon fall apart, never to be the same again.

Mary, the child in the photo, was ignorant. Lady was not.

Reaching the bathroom Lady retrieved her medical supplies and began tending to her wounds, leaning "Dante" against the wall.

"Hey!" Dante protested, "You can't just lean me against a wall!," a disturbing tone entered his voice, "you have to clean me."

Lady could almost see the sword smirking but she wisely ignored his comment and finished dressing her wounds.

Grabbing the hilt of the sword Lady picked 'him' up. Sighing, Lady pulled out a rag. Lady really didn't want to do this but she knew it needed to be done. She ran the rag across the sword quickly but efficiently. She could have sworn she heard a soft hum come from the devil arm but passed it off as her imagination.

Shadows stretched across the floor as twilight fell over Lady's house. Weights seemed to have been placed on her eye lids. Yawning, Lady stood up and, grabbing the devil arm as she went, proceeded into her room.

Lady placed the sword onto the wooden chest that sat at the end of her bed. She then dropped heavily onto her bed and let sleep engulf her in a peaceful rest.

'Dante' lay awake for some time. Having nothing else to do (considering he didn't have arms or legs), he watched as Lady slept.

She was even more beautiful than Dante remembered her being. Silky black hair framed her face. Her bi-colored eyes were now closed under soft lids. Black lashes flowed from them and curled upward, reaching for the sky. Her red lips were parted slightly, the corners of them curled up into a smile. Freckles lit up her pale face like stars do to the dark night sky.

Finally, 'Dante', still watching Lady, let sleep take over him.

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A/N: So there it is! Sorry again for taking so long! Plz review! I've already started writing chapter 3 so hopefully it won't take as long as this one did! Oh and do you guys/girls want me to put Vergil in it?