Demon Girl, Demon World

p.s. I do not own the Devil May Cry nor do I own its characters. This story is just for fun and is not made with intentions to offend any readers. If you are a die-hard fan of the Devil May Cry anime, manga or games and disagree with the story line, please don't make obnoxious comments 'cos no one is forcing you to read this story.

Inconsistent

It was remarkably stuffy inside the headmaster's office; witch was strange considering the windows were left open and the room was so large. Lady couldn't tell if it was because of the demonic aura surrounding Yukamuto or the ancient-age of the academy walls, sitting beside her on the twin leather sofa was a very calm Trish whose eyes couldn't help but wander curiously around the normal-looking office-room, across from both of them stretched out over the paralleling twin sofa was Dante who'd picked up some random magazine on his entry and now had it lying open over his face; soon he'd be either asleep or pretending to be asleep. Lady rolled her eyes and sighed.

Yukamuto observed the three of them from his desk, waiting for one of them to come out with a list of questions or at least explain their exact purpose for coming; but nothing happened, they were still as quiet as they'd been on their walk to his office. After a little while of growing silence Yukamuto stood up from his desk and walked across the room to stare out of an open window, the eyes of Lady and Trish followed him.

"28," he said simply.

"Huh?" they both said in unison.

"Eva," he told them. "She was twenty-eight when she died. You and Vergil were ten years old, no? So young and so little family, it's incredible you turned out as well as you did without Sparda or Eva. But then again, Trish resembles dear Eva to almost perfection . . . it's almost like you never lost her"

Dante's eyes shot open at the mention of his mother's name. He hid his surprise with attitude. "Yeah, yeah, tell me something I don't know old man."

"I bet you didn't know you're mother is the one who gave me the idea to start this Academy in the first place"

Dante slowly rose from his slump in the couch in order to shoot Yukamuto a very sceptical look. "Seriously? You didn't honestly think I'd believe you?"

"I thought you'd say that," Yukamuto laughed as he walked back to his desk and pulled out a small wooden box and handed it to Dante.

Dante opened the lid and sure enough the box contained his mothers sent and an old, half destroyed, caption of Eva along with Sparda, Yukamuto and another demon he'd never seen before. If he didn't know any better he would have thought they looked like a happy group of close friends or family.

"It could be fake," - Dante handed the picture over to Lady for her to study - "I wanna be sure, if that's okay with you."

"Take your time," Yukamuto smiled. "You can even keep it if you want, just be sure you make me a copy first."

Dante nodded once before sinking back down into the couch.

Yukamuto moved silently and swiftly across the room and opened the door, Blue stood out in the hall with her fist held high as if she were just about to knock.

"You summoned me?" she smiled.

"Indeed," he confirmed before turning around to address Lady – she was clearly the one in charge. "I believe that'll be all for today, I'll be talking to you again tomorrow for the rest of the story. Blue, be so kind as to show my guests to their rooms."

"Sure," she muttered.

It took a bit of convicting but eventually Lady, Trish and Dante were all talked into staying for the night. Dante got his own room while Lady and Trish shared one across the hall. Blue notified them all of the academies meal times then left as fast as she could, she was clearly holding a grudge agents Dante.

"She has serious issues," Dante muttered as he flopped down on his bed.

"I don't blame her," Trish said in a flat tone as if she were pointing out the plain obvious to a moron. "After all, you did shoot her in the chest – twice."

"Oh come on," he complained. "The chick looked like she was about to eat me."

"What was with that anyway?" Lady growled. "You're getting too lazy if a simple half demon could beat you up like that, you were going way too easy on her. I trust that this won't happen again!"

"That's easier said than done, ya know. She may have been a demon, or at a least half demon, but she was still a girl – guys like me don't go around beating up girls. Besides," he rested his arms behind his head and closed his eyes, "what's really weird here is when everyone took their broken bones and beatings so light-heartedly. I mean, that just isn't normal."

"It's not that they took it all light heartedly," Trish began, "it's that if they hadn't, she probably would have killed them. They all knew Blue has almost no control over herself so they keep themselves all calm and cool so they don't provoke her any further, they act like they're her friends but I bet that none of them even like her."

"Wow, Trish." Dante said astounded. "I had no idea that you could be so sappy."

In one swift movement, Trish grabbed the closest thing she could find – in this case a bar of soap – and pegged it in Dante's direction. He caught the bar in one hand before it could hit him in the face. Lady scolded them for their childish behaviour.

. . . . .

Down in the courtyard, Blue had taken her afternoon lectures off in order to repair the damage she'd caused to the stone fountain and the balcony. She mostly spent her time cleaning away all the blood and potentially harmful stone debris. She was almost done for the day when Yukamuto summoned her again, only this time instead of coming to his office she was led into the academy gardens'.

The academy was originally a castle built more than half a millennium ago during a time where war and fanom were common among the people of the world, demons were also much more common – that's what made this place so special. Yukamuto had helped build the castle brick by brick, casting barriers along the way to keep anything unwanted out, it was used by humans as a safe fortress for years until it was abandoned two centuries ago for reasons unknown. Yukamuto then returned 20 years ago to repair and redecorate the place to look more modern in order to turn it into an Academy, but there were some places around the castle that he didn't change and the gardens were one of them.

The open parts of the garden was where most of the practical training classes took place and was rarely used for anything else, but when there were no classes around and the area was quiet the gardens would become the peace in a world of conflict. It made sense that he'd choose this place to talk to Blue one on one.

She found him next to a great white oak, the gardens oldest tree, looking out over the mountains to the western sea.

"I presume your mother has already given you a lecture about today," he said matter of fact.

"Yeah," she smiled, running her fingers across the blue engravings in the collar. "She was furious and gave me a really good earful, one of her best." Her mood immediately dropped. "I . . . I hadn't heard anything from her in a while."

"They're coming back, aren't they?" his concern grew.

An eerie silence grew as the sky darkened more and more while the sun disappeared over the horizon.

"I'm scared," she muttered, her head hung low to hide the tears building up. "I'm scared of losing control again. I'm scared of what I'll do. I'm so scared, Yuka."

Yukamuto wrapped his arms around the girl for comfort – he couldn't tell her it'll all be okay; because he knew it most likely wasn't going to be that way – so a hug was all he could do for her.

"Maybe Dante's appearance was good in timing," he thought out loud. "Perhaps he'll understand what you're going through and offer you assistance."

"I don't need any help from him," she growled, pushing herself away from the embrace.

"You're still mad at him I see," Yukamuto sighed.

"Of course I'm still mad at him, what else would you expect after what he did?"

"He couldn't possibly have known that it was of great importance to you," he said simply. "Besides, it's because you left the collar unattended that caused him to find it in the first place."

"ARE YOU SAYING THAT IT'S ALL MY FAULT?" she yelled at him in frustration and hurt.

"That's exactly what I'm saying," he growled – it wasn't by all means threatening, but it was a really good conversations stopper.

Blue turned her back on him and stormed into the Academy.

. . . . .

Just like any typical Academy, meals where held in the main hall and everyone had to come – if you missed dinner there would be no food until breakfast the following day. The Academy numbers where small – 40 to 50 students tops – meaning only a small cluster of benches and tables where needed to comply for the seating of all students. The professors sat at a long table at the front of the hall – Blue sat among them talking to another professor about a field trip coming up in the next couple of days.

Dante and Trish poked at the vegetables that had been served on their plates along with their marinated chicken and mashed potato.

"What's wrong with you two?" Lady exclaimed, grinding her teeth together. "You have food so eat it!"

"Pizza is also food, why can't they serve that instead?" Dante moaned, Trish nodded in agreement.

Lady glared at Trish.

"It's not that I won't eat this," Trish told her innocently, "it's just that I don't feel comfortable eating mini trees."

"It's called broccoli, Trish." Lady said as if she were talking to a retard. "It's not a tree, it's a vegetable."

"I don't like vegetables, or fruit!" Dante told her, nudging his plate slowly away.

"You eat pineapple, don't ya?" Lady informed him. "Pineapple is a fruit"

"It's okay to eat because it's on pizzas," he said crossing his arms.

"How old are you? Five?" she growled at them both, clutching her fist as if she were about to punch something. "Just eat your free food damn it!"

Trish immediately dug into her meal as if her life depended on it, while Dante slowly devoured his chicken and scaped the vegetables off to the side of the plate. After Dante had finished his eyes began to wonder around the room until they landed on Blue.

"Wonder why she sits there and not with the other students," he thought out loud.

Trish and Lady followed his gaze.

"It's obvious," Trish said. "She's isolated from the other students so she sits with the professors."

"Actually," Lady cut in, "she's a professor herself."

Dante and Trish both looked at her as if she'd gone mad.

"I did some investigating this afternoon around the grounds and had the chance to talk to some of the professors." She began. "They informed me that she's a lector on demon theory and a vice-professor for the advanced weapons training class, she's also in charge of student observation and welfare on the field training practicals they hold every month, she only has one class were she's an actual student and that's a private class she has with Yukamuto."

"So my guess was wrong?" Trish asked.

"No, you were right. I had the chance to talk to some of the students around as well and I caught a vibe from them that said they hate her guts a little more than the regular student-teacher conflict issues."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Dante questioned.

"It doesn't matter because we're getting off topic here," Lady leaned forward with an expression of pure satisfaction plastered on her face. "The point is that every month the students get sent out in groups to track, hunt and exterminate demons all across the country - which means we have indeed found the source of the gangs who are causing all the disruptions."

"I don't see a problem considering all they're doing is killing demons," Dante said casually, "which means less amateur jobs for me to worry about. Problem solved."

"Fewer demons for you to worry about means less pay checks at the end of the month which means fewer pizzas for you to eat," Lady said matter-of-fact.

"My God This Is Horrible!" Dante said with a strange sense of urgency and passion. "Something must be done immediately before things get more out of control"

Trish rolled her eyes at them both.

"It's not fake, by the way," Lady spontaneously announced, as she placed the old photograph Yukamuto had given Dante on the table. "It's real. I'm positive."

"Where did that come from?" Trish asked, her mind reeling from the sudden change in conversation.

"From Yukamuto, stupid," Dante stated. "Don't tell me you've forgotten?"

"Of course I remember that," she growled. "Who you calling stupid? Stupid!"

"I just thought I should say something before you both get bored and leave," Lady said simply, answering Trish's question and preventing any further arguments on the subject. "It's easy to tell that that's Eva and Sparda in his human form in the centre and the figure to the right is Yukamuto but the girl on the left I've never seen before. It's strange; she kinda has the same eerie look that Sparda and Yukamuto have. Don't ya think?"

Trish and Dante both leaned inwards to get a better look.

"That's not strange, that's typical," Dante sighed, leaning back. "She's a demon. No one with eyes that blue is a human, trust me. I think I know my demons."

"Oh yeah," Lady smirked. "Because you totally knew from the second you saw Blue that she was part demon?"

"Yeah," Trish chuckled, "from the second you saw her fist in your face"

"Hey, don't insult my intellect," he said almost hurt by the statement. "It's not my fault she looks more like a hooker then a demon in those trashy street gang cloths she wears"

Dante hadn't noticed Trish's signals and Lady's amusement until it was too late; and the beans had been spilt. Behind him, Blue stood with her arms crossed in a stature that could've been a mixture of both irritation and hurt along with several other building emotions, as she began to speak Dante could have sworn that he saw one of the veins in her scalp throb.

"I was going to apologise but I think I'll just have to take my trashiness somewhere else," she growled. "Sorry that I cramped your style, Demon Boy!" without another word she stormed off down the hall.

"Should I follow her?" Dante asked.

"That would probably be best," Lady said, cutting off Trish's disagreement.

Dante nodded and left.

"Why'd you tell him that?" Trish asked once Dante had been gone long enough for them to be out of his hearing distance.

"Who better to teach him the error of his ways, then Blue?" - there was a short silence before she continued - "besides, I think it'll be amusing to see what comes of it."

. . . . .

Dante found her on a window ledge, leaning against a stone wall in the fetal position.

"Stupid! Stupid!" she muttered, hitting her forehead with her palm. "That's the third time today I've stormed off like that, why must I be so childish all the time? Look at me, I look ridicules!"

"Can I join you?" he asked, sitting up on the same ledge leaving at least 3 feet of a distance between them.

"Go away, Demon Boy!" she grumbled turning her head away so that she couldn't possibly catch him in the corner of her eye. "I have no interest in talking to you"

"That's fine," he told her casually. "I'm wont force you to talk to me"

The two of them just sat like that for a while in a silence that was neither comfortable nor awkward. A small cluster of five students walked past them chatting amongst themselves about some upcoming semester exam and what they were going to do once the holidays came around, they took no notice of either Blue or Dante as they pasted.

"Are you self-conscious?" Dante asked once the group had passed around a corner and the place was once again silent.

Blue turned her head slowly to look at Dante's calm face studying her.

"I was just wondering about the comment I made earlier and I wanna make sure that something like that won't come back around to get me later on, ya know?"

Idiot!

Her irritation level that she'd been lowering for the past couple of minutes began to slowly build itself up again, but in the midst of things she refused to lose her cool. She took a deep breath and looked away again.

"So are you?"

She rolled her eyes at him then slowly shook her head: NO.

Damn it, she thought. This silent treatment crap is so much harder then it looks!

After some more silence, Blue got up from the ledge and turned to Dante.

"That was the most pathetic apology I've ever heard," she told him scornfully. "But then again," - she began, her tone becoming something soft and calm - "who am I to ask for more then what I can give." she smiled at him and walked away.

. . . . . .

"Dude, why the hell would you ask a girl whether or not she's self-conscious?" Trish asked. "It's like a death wish. Did she hit you?"

"No," he told her bluntly. "It's like I said, she just smiled and walked off."

"Damn," Lady muttered to herself, then added in a tone a bit louder, "she'll get you for it latter"

"But she said she didn't care," Dante stated.

"Did she actually tell you that?" Trish asked.

"Well, no," he corrected. "She just shook her head, but that means the same thing; doesn't it?"

"Dante, you are truly an idiot when it comes to girls," Trish lightly pressed her temples between her fingers before turning to Dante. "Okay. Number one: the fact that she gave you the silent treatment was because your comment really hurt her. Number two: when a girl says no in that text, it almost always means yes. And number three: that smile at the end there was probably just her plotting some kind of revenge on you."

"My advice would be to stay on your guard at all times, even in your sleep," Lady commented.

Droplets of sweat began to form on his brown as Dante's mind spiralled out of control while he tried to make sense of what little world know as "female" Trish and Lady had given him to work with, the fact that he was thinking way too hard about all of it contributed to his cluelessness.

It didn't take long before he gave up all together.

"This chick shit is too complicated!"

. . . . .

Inconsistent (to display erratic and unpredictable behaviour or statements)