Thanks everyone for reading my DMC tibits lol. I enjoy writing these stories a lot, especially sad ones. With that being said I feel like this is a sad and hurt story, but it ends well enough. I don't know why I have a thing for writing and reading things with bad endings and such. If you like stories with happy endings then I may not be your favorite author hehe.

Anyways, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy this drabble.

Theme: Troubling Thoughts

Lady wearily rubbed her eyes. Her head felt as if it weighed a ton as she slowly turned to gaze at the clock. Resting on the bedside table the clock glowed red showing the time- 1:15 pm.

She slowly sat up in bed and immediately regretted it. Her head was spinning and she felt as if she might throw up. Closing her eyes for a moment then placing her palm to her temple she allowed herself a moment to regroup.

"Fuck…" Lady hissed coming to terms with how miserable she really felt.

After a few minutes she kicked her legs over the side of the bed and shakily stood up. The room was dark, only because she kept the curtains closed so the light wouldn't bother her sensitive eyes. Lady made her way from the bed to the bathroom adjoining her room.

Her hand fumbled on the wall for a moment before she flipped the switch and illuminated the bathroom with light. She winced and walked to the sink. Her hands rested on either side of the sink as she bowed her head for a moment. Her mind was still spinning in circles.

The female hunter looked up into the mirror. Her weary eyes stared back at her in the dirty mirror.

"I look like shit…." Lady mumbled to herself with disdain. She felt like shit too.

After washing her face and brushing her teeth she stumbled into the small kitchen. Her gaze fell onto her dining table which was littered with beer cans and an empty flask; sad reminders of what she had done the night before.

Wanting to battle the war raging in her hung-over mind she decided to brew some coffee. The coffee pot sputtered and steamed as the room was slowly filled with the hearty scent of coffee grounds brewing.

Lady poured herself a cup of black coffee and rummaged through her cabinets for something. She retrieved a small bottle from the cluttered cabinet and poured out a small handful of pills. The hunter threw the pills into her mouth and chased them with the strong coffee. The knot in her stomach was still present.

"I guess Tylenol and coffee will do for breakfast," she said to herself on her way to the living room.

She collapsed onto the couch in her living room. This always seemed to happen; she would have too much free time to think. When she began to think she began to remember her past… There was so much pain and heartache; sometimes she just wanted it all to go away.

Lady drank heavily from her coffee cup. She then let out a sigh, still fighting her persistent headache. As she was about to close her eyes and lay her head back for a while she heard a knock at her front door.

"Hey babe, what's shaking?" Dante stood on her front porch giving her a playful smile.

"What are you doing here Dante? I don't have time to 'hangout'." Lady rolled her eyes as he pushed past her and came into her home.

She didn't have the strength or patience for a fight at the moment so she simply took a deep breath and closed the door behind him. The half-devil walked over to a vacant chair and had a seat. Lady resumed her position on the worn couch.

"So are you going to tell me why you are here or not?" Lady peered at him through cold eyes.

"Well someone was supposed to come over today and talk with me about next week's mission. Ring a bell?" Dante crossed his arms over his head and threw Lady a cocky smile.

'Shit,' Lady thought to herself, she had totally forgotten about that. She almost never missed her meetings.

"Yeah, I got caught up with some business this morning." She drank from her coffee again.

"Uh huh, are you sure? Because it looks like you just woke up to me." Dante smirked at her.

"Well shows what you know."

"Okay, well who drinks coffee at almost two in the afternoon unless they just woke up?"

Lady stiffened at hearing this. She absolutely hated people in her business. It was nobody else's concern if she felt like sleeping in or whatever the Hell she wanted to do with her time.

"You know what Dante, why don't you just fuck off!"

The smile faded from the half-devil's face. Lady liked to get pissy but there was a different tone to her voice than usual. He placed his hands in his lap and stared at the woman in front of him.

"Don't get mad at me because you missed the meeting that YOU scheduled."

He decided it best to let her simmer for a second so he stood up and headed for the kitchen.

"Since you brewed some coffee guess I'll have some too," he stated as he headed for the kitchen.

Lady jumped up from her seat at remembering the mess still on her dining table.

"Why don't you just go Dante, I'm not in the mood today." She hurried to try and cut him off before he could enter the kitchen- too late.

Dante stepped into the kitchen and his gaze fell upon the table littered with cans. Lady stood beside him and cautiously looked up to meet his line of sight.

"Oh, guess I forgot to clean up last night. You know when you have one of those bad days." She tried sweeping it under the rug making it out to be nothing. Lady walked past Dante to the coffee pot to refill her cup.

"Mmm hmm, looks like you had one Hell of a party," Dante stared at the mess for a moment before following Lady to get a cup of his own. "Guess I know why you didn't show this morning."

"Whatever, I already told you that I had-"

Dante cut in, "business, yeah you told me…."

Lady had her back to Dante as she poured more coffee. Her eyes dropped and gave a sad expression to her face. She hated lying.

Lady eventually managed to kick Dante out after the two drained the pot of coffee. After he left she allowed herself a moment to breathe a sigh of relief. The first thing she did was clean the mess that she had made the night before.

Despite everything she had said, she didn't have business that morning or the rest of the day for that matter. All she had was time, and lately time had been her worst enemy. She decided to find small things to occupy her time.

Lady cleaned the house, cooked dinner, and eventually changed out of her clothes that she had been wearing since the day before. But it was only a matter of time before she was out of things to do, things to keep her away from her wandering thoughts.

The brunette sat in the living room listening to the traffic outside go by. Only now in her adulthood was she familiar with the sounds of the city. There was a time, many years ago now, when she lived in a more rural area- when she lived with her parents.

Her eyes closed tight as she tried thinking of something else. She couldn't help it though, memories of her mother cooking breakfast in the morning and her father telling her old stories of legend at night. They kept filling her brain; she could hear their voices as if they were standing right next to her.

Deciding she couldn't hold out anymore she stood up and wearily walked into the kitchen. She mindlessly opened the fridge and took out a can. With a 'pop' she opened her first drink of the night.

Lady stared at the kitchen table. With each drink her mind had become more and more fuzzy; it was an escape from the things she didn't want to remember anymore. She turned the can in her hand up and finished the last bit. After crushing the can and setting it amongst the others she returned to the fridge.

Her hand found the handle and opened the refrigerator. She bent down to retrieve a new drink from the bottom shelf. When she popped back up she saw a figure standing in the entrance to the kitchen.

Lady reacted immediately. She dropped the can in her hand and instantly withdrew the pistol she kept on herself at all times. Her mind cleared from its foggy state for a moment as she realized who it was- Dante.

The brunette dropped her arms to her side and her gaze fell to the floor. She heard Dante's footsteps draw closer to her. Without a word he placed his palm on her shoulder. She didn't want to look up at him, she didn't want him seeing her like this- so vulnerable. She was strong and didn't need anyone.

Dante placed his hand under her chin and lifted her face to meet his gaze. Lady kept her eyes closed feeling like she may break at any moment. After a few moments she reluctantly looked into Dante's piercing blue eyes. There was no judgment, no shame or guilt. There was understanding.

There were no words spoken between the two of them. They sat together in silence at the table. Dante had removed the empty cans and now sat across from her.

The two sat together until Lady stood from the table and headed to her bedroom. Dante trailed behind making sure to give her plenty of space. She crawled into bed and pulled the covers to her chin.

The silver-haired hunter sat on the foot of her bed and pat her back once. Lady began to feel her heart quicken. Her breath came in deep gulps and her eyes stung. She felt like she was going to crack at any moment.

Dante stood from his seated position and reached for the lamp to turn it off.

"Thanks…" Lady whispered.

He froze for a moment then continued to turn the light off.

"Anytime."

Lady closed her eyes as Dante carefully slipped out of the room, shutting the door behind him.