Disclaimer: I do not own any character but Rizua. The plotline is also not mine, only where I edit Rizua into the mix or go off original storyline which will happen many times. Enjoy.
What a boring day, the shop still looked like a pink unicorn shit all over the place. It had been a couple days since she moved in with Dante. He wasn't nearly as bad as she imagined, despite the perverted comments every now and then he never touched her.
All bark and no bite of course.
There was a guest room upstairs but she didn't take it, Dante didn't seem to mind either way. The room smelled faintly of another demon, she didn't like it.
Dante's scent, however, agreed with her nose. It was also a curse, his smell was everywhere so she could never really tell where he was.
She also found if he wasn't asleep at his chair that he appeared around the place at random.
The upstairs consisted of two bedrooms, a storage room, and a kitchen.
You had to go downstairs for the bathroom, and the office itself served Rizua a fine living room.
She moved her small amount of belongings into Dante's room.
He had shelves on the walls that were empty that she stored her small jewelry boxes. Dante had put a small dresser beneath the shelves just for her. She liked that he was serious about letting her stay here.
He wasn't so bad after all.
Since day one Rizua chose the roof as her bed, it slanted slightly, but not enough that she would roll off.
One could almost see stars at night, and she was unaccustomed to the outside. She loved it. That damned orphanage rarely let them go outside, Rizua could have easily left, but Patty's friendship kept her there.
She was a foolish demon, getting involved with humans so easily, oh well.
Her ears perked as a new voice was heard downstairs, a female voice. Rizua jumped back in through Dante's window, wanting to investigate.
"Alright, if I sink this eight ball you'll do the job without question." She was nearly as tall as Dante, short black hair, a scar across her nose, and not to mention the interesting outfit. It consisted of shorts and a rather open button up white shirt.
What attached all around the outfit were straps with holsters in random places, and a belt that help gun ammo. The most interesting thing about her were her eyes. One was blue the other read, it actually didn't look good on her, maybe since red eyes never looked right on a human.
"Fine, but if you don't you forget my tab and pay me 20,000$ cash." Dante said from his seat behind the desk.
The lady landed the eight ball in a socket lacking to my or Patty's surprise. Rizua hadn't known Patty was here, this was interesting.
"Shit, alright." Dante got up and fetched his jacket. "This one better be quick." He said grabbing his weapons and heading out the door. I grabbed my weapon and ran after him. The weapon was actually a sword blade with no hilt and sharpened on both sides with a grip in the middle. Dante got it for protection, at least that's what he said, but she had other ideas.
The lady gave me almost a glare of a look, "Who are you?" Rizua became tense, "I could ask the same thing, but I don't care to hear the answer." This made the lady smirk, opposite effect that Rizua might have been going for.
Dante was in his car, and was he surprised to see me, well not really.
"If your going to be tagging along with me then you know you'll have to kill devils." His voice held a bit of challenge and a slight warning. She waved it off, "I've already helped you, remember the little stage performance? Besides, if I'm going to be living with you I might as well do something useful with myself."
Dante seemed to accept my answer and I climbed in shotgun. The lady had her bike, she led the way of course.
Around twenty minutes later they pulled into some sort of biker gang hangout. I wasn't the only suspicious one, Dante had realized there was nothing here but humans as well.
"What is it exactly we need to do?" Dante said aimed at Lady, what a weird name.
"I'm not sure, I was given a job by the people who oversee the bridge.
They want these guys gone.
"Well I'm gone then, I don't use my weapons against humans, and they never listen to me." He shrugged, but I followed Lady, and in the end so did he.
Lady walked up to a couple of them, looking around til she found someone you looked in charge. Turns out he came to us, "My name's Vincent, I'm the leader." He had shoulder length brown hair and determined eyes.
That point on Rizua paid no attention to them, instead looking over to some of the younger bikers. She walked over to them as they were finishing up work on a bike.
"Hey, do you think I could give a bike a try?" She found herself asking, despite their unfriendly looks. A girl that was maybe three years older than me looked me over, then grinned. "I don't see why not, If your starting out and you like speed, the bridge with give you a straight shot. No curves at all, that's why we love racing here.
They gave her an older bike, but it worked amazingly great. She could feel eyes on her and turned to see Dante staring at her. He excused himself from Lady for a moment, then he was head straight toward me. The gang members were giving me pointers, but not back off as Dante drew close.
"Hey kid, hold on to this for me kay?" He unhooked his sword, Rebellion, from his back and handed it to me. She was a little shocked, but put on the big sword over her much smaller one.
She was in-fact maybe a foot shorter than him. Rizua nodded, not fulling understanding why she was now holding his important weapon. Thankfully he didn't intend to leave her in the dark.
"I'm racing Vincent, he wants to avenge his dead brother who died racing some biker called 'Red-Eye'. If we race Red-Eye might show up, and I have suspicions this Red-Eye isn't human. If I'm right I'll be needing that." He pointed to Rebellion.
Rizua caught on fast, he was trusting her with Rebellion because the sword would weight him down, and at the same time testing her trustworthy abilities. At least that's what she thought.
"I'll follow behind up on the hills on the other side of the bridge." She said, Dante nodded and started back towards Lady. "By the way Dante..." He turned to her again, just in time to see Rizua toss him a cheesy grin and two thumbs-up. "Good luck, since I know you don't have any of your own." Dante scoffed, but smiled anyway.
Score one for making Dante smile!
She turned to see the gang members from before giving her a thumbs up as well before Rizua set off before it got dark, before Dante took over the road.
~Dante's POV~
The sky got dark, Rizua had been gone for some time and I wasn't exactly sure what she planned. Maybe that's why suddenly I was rather excited to do this mediocre job. It had been some time since I had a partner. Since Trish left to do things on her own I hadn't found any interest in finding another.
Not knowing what was going to happen next, well, I found himself shifting on my bike restlessly. Lady came toward me then with a helmet held out, "I don't need it." He gave her a sceptical look.
"Didn't think you would." She shrugging tossing the worthless armor.
"I don't need mine either." Vincent said from next to me. Stupid human, getting themselves killed for worthless reasons.
Vincent seemed tense next to me, I could feel his gaze on me as Lady raised her hand. 'Lets see whats in you Vincent. How far will you go?'
I grinned as her hand went down, and just like that we were off.
"Haha! Too fast for ya!" Vincent taunted in front of me, but I was ready. I easily passed him, pissing him off instantly. The bridge loomed ahead, no sign of Red-Eye yet. Vincent suddenly sped by me doing dangerous speeds, for a human at least. "Shit hes using nitro." I cursed, my voice lost to the wind.
Then I felt it.
We had just hit the bridge when I felt uncomfortable with the atmosphere, like it was changing. It was a devil's tunnel. A devil was manipulating the human's emotions in this tunnel, and if on cue red lights sped up from behind me.
"Brother!" I could barely hear Vincent although I had just about caught up to him.
As much as I wanted to leave him and go after the demon, these speeds would kill him.
I took out Ebony from my side and shot the bridge on both sides repeatedly. It started to collapse and I weaved through the falling metal. Just as I expected the devil tunnel fell apart and a dazed Vincent had slowed down. "Idiot." I said passing him and kicking him and his bike into the grass, "Revenge isn't worth the cost of you life." I was sure he didn't hear me in his stupor, but I had to say it.
'Alright enough playing.' I thought. A new motorcycle revved up on the hills to my left, I smirked already knowing who it was.
~Rizua's POV~
It took him long enough to show up. The second Dante went past me I was on his tail. He didn't look at me but instead sped dead after the red bike that must be Red-Eye.
After he was too far ahead for me to see, I realized the race was far from over. "Alright, bring it." I said to myself and began pushing the bike to its limit.
We were going at impossible speeds when Dante passed the devil, and right then the bike showed it's true face, "Dante!" I yelled as he stood on his bike deflecting the demon with only his guns. I took Rebellion from my back and threw it straight at Dante, who caught it perfectly and instantly impaled the devil with it.
I curved on to the road and just as I got to the demon I jumped off the bike and pulled out my sword.
When I hit the demon at first there was a resistance, like water when you land on it the wrong way. I lost control of my blade as it twisted against the organs, and in seconds
I was drowning in blood.
It took me a minute to realize I was inside of him, and gravity had me ripping my way downward.
He wasn't as big as I thought because Dante shot his hand through the demon and found the scruff of my once green shirt.
I was pulled from the demon, but not before my resisting blade split him unevenly on the way out.
The demon was dead and I still dangled six feet above the ground in Dante's grip. I was about to ask why I was still being held when I saw the humor in his face.
I looked down to see what the hell was so funny, and of course I found myself to be a ball of crimson dripping helplessly. "What? I said no kissing on the first date?" I grinned.