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.
Rizua walked on the roof above Dante, who walked the alleyways comfortably. His hand were in his pockets, and his walk had a less tense stance than couldn't understand how he wasn't tired still, she knew she was ready to drop dead.
Despite last night's events, they were up before noon, meeting up with Lady for a mission. It was terribly misty that morning, she almost felt like she could slice it like butter, all she would need was toast.
A crash from below brought her attention to Dante, whose back was against the wall she stood on top off. His neck between two swords crossed and into the stone. An albino looking man-demon held the blades.
She couldn't hear them talking, her demonic hearing had been failing her recently. She felt it had to do with all the murderous thoughts she had against humans, particularly Patty, since she had been with Dante. It was escalating into more than just head aches, it was effecting all of her senses. Well, almost, her sense of touch seemed to be working just fine, as she found out last night.
She would be lying if she said she hadn't been thinking about it since the moment she woke up. The sound of Kalina Ann, Lady's rocket launcher, pierced the air. The albino demon was gone, and Lady of course showed up. Rizua jumped down from her perch, and into a huge gap in the ground. "Ouch! Did you have to blow a crater into the ground?" Rizua said rubbing the rubble off her legs.
"Like you can say anything, what were you doing up there, daydreaming?" Dante said, a knowing smirk on his face.
"Hey, my only concern was the demon, screw you two." Lady smirked, propping Kalina Ann over her shoulder. "Anyways, that white demon has been showing up a lot lately." Lady said, fixing her hair. "Trish said she heard rumors that the white bastard is after Sparda's soul. Also that he has a twin. Apparently they were both trained by Sparda, you have fun with that one Dante." She shrugged, "I won't get involved, seems like your fight." Dante nodded at her.
"His fight?" Rizua asked, but lady had already gone. Dante turned and continued walking. "Err, Dante what was she talking about?" He shrugged, "Who knows, but it sounds like a fun fight." He grinned.
They made their way to Freddie's restaurant, where Dante always had his strawberry sundaes. That's just what he got when they met up with Patty. She got some chocolate ice-cream while I munched vanilla. The sun had come out, turned out to be a pretty nice day.
"I want to go to the beach today!" Patty demanded, I snickered, but kept my thoughts of the ocean to myself. "What the hell are you going to do at the beach?" Dante groaned as his sundae was finally delivered to him.
"Play of course!" She whined, Rizua liked the idea, but she felt a demon fight coming up with that white guy. "And you can't do that here?" He countered. "That defeats the purpose." Patty had a point there.
"What the hell did you say? I dare you to say it again bastard!" Freddie, the bartender and owner, yelled at the man she hadn't noticed before. Damn she was getting sloppy. "I'm sorry if I offended you, I was only suggesting you use slightly less sugar..." The man said at the counter. The bartender looked ready to chop the guy's head off. Sensitive much?
"Hold on Freddie, I've got something of an attachment to the sundae's here myself, and they are sweeter than usual." Why must Dante get involved? With that they were all kicked out and Freddie closed the place.
"Seems I hurt his feelings..." The guy said, that's when she noticed him completely. He looked almost identical, perhaps better looking and dressed fully in black, the the white demon they had encountered only earlier. He must be the twin Lady mentioned. Rizua was pissed that she hadn't smelled him, but then again she hadn't even been able to smell the demon lady from the ship.
"Well I'm going to go check out some things." And with that, Dante went off in a different direction. Patty and myself ended up going with the black outfitted demon toward the park. It was still an early day, and the demon didn't seem threatening like his brother.
Patty spent most of the time pestering him, and Rizua only stayed for a little while before going home for an afternoon nap back at Devil May Cry.
~Dante's POV~
After some time with Trish, confirming what Lady had already stated, I headed back home. I passed Freddie's place, it was still closed. "Did he go to train in the mountains or something?" I said, craving a sundae at that point.
I reached my shop when the door opened, my hand reached for my gun, but it turned out only to be Lord Modius, as he also learned.
We enter the the shop and I sat on my pool table, smirking to myself when I saw a barely visable dent in the wood, wonder where that came from...
I could hear Rizua upstairs, her breathing was slow so she must be asleep, good. "So I hear your brother's out for my soul?" I started easily.
"He shouldn't fight you, it's Sparda he really wants to fight." Modius said, staring out the window near the front door.
"Well either way he benefits, if he kills me supposedly he'll get Sparda's power right?" I said stand up straight. It had gotten really dark outside, a mixture of a storm and night time. "But hey, don't you want my soul too, more than even your brother?" That did it. A crack of lighting and thunder combined met the clash of his sword against my gun, pointed at his feminine face.
"Even so, He asked for a fight, so he'll get one." I said pulling away, grabbing my weapons and leaving him to his own devices.
~Rizua's POV~
The lightening woke me up, the sudden streak of light making me fully alert. I got up, hearing Dante's voice downstairs. "Even so, He asked for a fight, so he'll get one."She made out his words a little better, her head felt better too, but her smell still failed. She got dressedin her usual outfit, grabbing her weapon just incase. He had been talking to somebody. That somebody was the black demon, who turned to see her, his face reflected some sense of surprise.
I walked downstairs and crossed my arms, "What are you doing here?" I asked, suspision in my voice.
"I knew you smelled familiar, your Dante's woman." He spoke matter of fact. I twitched, "How would you know anything like that?" This time curiosity.
"You smell too much like him to just be a roomate. Besides you smell... " His eyes drifted lower, but they didn't go below the belt. "Smell what?" I urged.
He shook his head, smiling. Then he ran out the door, I hissed but followed him. He would obviously lead me to Dante. I was surprised when I trailed the black demon to the park, Sparda's statue boldly standing out against the storm.
I hugged myself behind a bush, Dante was already fighting the white demon. They were talking. "I won't lose here, I will defeat.. the son of Sparda." The white demon hissed, sounding slightly injured. I gasped, but the rain covered my voice.
I felt... hurt, it made sense that Dante would be the son of the demon she indirectly served since her youth. My stomach turned, like I had been betrayed in some way. I couldn't even focus on the fight, which ended with the white demon's life of course.
I turned to see the black demon kneeled next to his brother, he summoned his own sword and stood, "My brother's only purpose was to defeat Sparda..." He said, turning his blade toward Dante.
"And your brother was your only purpose, touching." Dante said, his back to my direction. My body shook with and As I took my sword from my back and stood up, hiding no longer.
The black demon screamed and ran at Dante, but his vision wasn't on Dante... it was on me. Dante never hesitated to put an end the the twin's life, the body rolled some odd feet away. Dante must have noticed the black demon's attention, or heard me, because he turned to me.
He was minorly injured, nothing but cuts to someone like him. He had just killed twins trained by his own father and he barely had a scratch on him. He eyed my blade, his own still in his hands. "So you know now, who I really am." His voice was distant. His only words fueled my anger.
I ran at him, his sword crashed with the front blade, but I learned quickly. I made to break from him when I brought up th bottom blade, slicing his arm. We jumped away from each other, and I watched his blood pour freely. My head seemed to explode then, because it was his half human blood I had shed. My blood reacted instantly, curling like fire in my veins.
'Damn contract won't stop me this time!' I screamed in my head, and charged at him blindly.
That was my most fatal mistake. The world rang around me, and the taste of metal filled my mouth. It took me a moment to realized what had happened. My breathe came out in gasps, and pain exploded from my chest. I looked down to see Rebellion, the weapon that slayed so maybe demons, buried to it's hilt in my lower chest vertically. It lay where my sternum ended, and ended just above my stomach. I could see his hands trembling not an inch away from her wound, gripping the hilt defiantly.
"Know who you are?" I whispered, almost harshly. "I could care less who your father is, but did I have to hear it from someone else? Your... important to me, you must know that. I've told you everything that I could possibly know about myself, even my parents had I known who they were. Do you even have a brother!" I screamed, I had promised no to cry, not that he could tell the difference, the rain washed it away just as quickly as they left my eyes.
"You never... told me anything about you, but I thought I knew who you were even then! Was the Dante I saw every morning, through every mission, the one that almost died in front of me, was he a lie?" I sniffled, my body warming as the blood trailed, mixing with the water and staining the ground. It hardly looked real to me. The dagger in her shoulder had been real, even the mermaid's claws, but this was like a bad dream.
"I never lied to you..." Dante finally spoke, his voice was as broken as she felt. "I'm sorry, I've always lurked in my father's shadow, it was nice knowing someone liked me without caring about... that. I didn't realize how you felt about it though." He seemed to be apologizing. Little did he know I had already forgiven him.
~Third POV~
She had leaned on his arm, turned from him, but felt his other arm hold her around the chest, above the sword. He changed the way he held the sword's hilt, now pulling it from her small body. When the blade finally let her body go, he hooked it over his shoulders, then quickly caught her body.
She didn't really know how to explain what happened next. Her sight was suddenly crystal clear, as was her sense of smell. She could tell because Dante's eyes never looked so concerned, or full of regret. She smelled her own blood, the blood of the twins that lay far behind them. She even smelled Dante's blood, laced with the sweet scent of strawberries that overpowered everything else. That, maybe, was the most amazing smell she had ever come across.