A/N: Did I mention? I don't own Devil May Cry, ha I always forget disclaimers. Right, I've decided how I'm going to go about this story, not compeltely but you know... Yes a little slash, twincest even but not too strong, haha strong.

Chapter 2

It Became a Problem.

The demon world was father's home huh... Well, welcome to mine brother, the human world.

Pizza and porn magazines, nothing unusual there, but a beat up bloody Vergil in his bed upstairs? Not an everyday thing.

'Tick-tock-tick-tock' it got louder on every tick, and quieter on every tock, like a pair of crescendos and diminuendos, if you understood the meaning. Why the sound of a clock ticking away was so spectacular? It wasn't. Dante just wanted - needed - something else to focus on, something that didn't involve... He tossed his porno aside; like a bunch of bare images could really 'spark' his interests now... Or take his mind of certain things. Things that needed thinking, though he chose not to give it the attention it needed - Rightfully deserved.

It was bad enough leaving a trail of red on his wooden floors; the place was already a dump, the last thing he needed was bloody blood stains staining them! He grabbed a slice of pizza, three days old mind you, and took a bite without grimacing, how valiant of him. What would really do him well is food... Real food. He scoffed, like in hell he'd be slaving over a stove. He even chuckled at the thought lightly, cooking wasn't for him. Obviously.Though butchering up demons sounded most appealing, skinning them, and chopping them into little bits and pieces. He'd be a brilliant demon butcher, who said he wasn't one already? Another snigger slipped past his lips, he relaxed now; he could get through this now, he was-

'WHAM!'

-content.

"It's been four days Dante!" The Kalina Ann facing him head on, face to face, how very formal. Lady was always subtle in her advances, in her own little way that is. Dante didn't even bat an eye lid, so used to this routine now, he shrugged in his chair; rocking himself slightly as he awaited her next words. "The money you owe me?" He was thinking the very same thing, the words I mean, and not the whereabouts of the owed money. He rolled his eyes mentally, when in hell did he ever have money?

Bitch,the only word that came to mind to describe her with at the moment. First she wrecks the door and then demands him money? How did that make sense! Dante couldn't help but laugh a little, feeling slightly mad for a split second, one thing just kept coming after another. "I didn't even get paid on my last job." How could he have? He didn't slay the demon, now did he? The job required the demon to be exterminated, that's what the customer said. And the customer was always right. "Damnit Lady," he pulled at his hair a little; frustration took a hold of quickly, he had too much to ponder on and so little time, people don't sleep forever, they wake up eventually.

Unless they're dead.

Lady narrowed her non-identical eyes; she had them set on him. Lowering her weapon, she caught on quickly; because she was clever, and not just because she was a woman. This wasn't the usual happy-go-lucky, devil-may-care whatever one wanted to call it, Dante. Everyone was used to the usual Dante, his cocky words, the stylish skills he executed without flaw; most of the time anyway. "And why didn't you get paid?" She strode in, rocket launcher at her side, and not a handbag. It's what gave her the upper-hand in the situation! Who would want to mess with a lady with that ridiculous sized gun? A fool, and other things that weren't even worth mentioning. She took her seat on Dante's desk, legs crossed like the fine lady she was. More like sexy.

"Haven't killed him," he muttered, averting his view away from her questioning eyes. He glanced up to the stairs quickly, wondering how his guest... was doing. Maybe he was awake? He wasn't ready for that yet, to face him in his consciousness.

"Him? You mean the demon," she peaked over her glasses, she wanted a damn explanation as to why he hadn't killed said demon yet, what was restraining him? If there was no money to gain from him alive, then why bother? She wanted the story, a good one at that. That meant no lies. "What's got the oh-so-brave Dante so muddled up? Hmm," leaning in closer, she towered over him slightly.

"I'll tell ya if you fix my door," it was the best he could do, for now. If he asked to drop the money he owed her; she'd be out in a millisecond for all he knew. She was pretty fast for a human.

Lady didn't even need to consider it. "Deal," she crossed her legs over, getting comfortable on the desk.

"Some lady called complaining about demons being lured into the area or sumthin'," he started. "Spoke about music luring them. It always came from an abandoned building, or mansion, and she offered a good price too." He gave a bold grin, "Naturally I took it." Lady knew that part well enough. "I got there; it was quiet." He paused. "You know demons never learn do they... Always wanting to creep up on you, like that worked anymore." A snigger first then he recalled what happened next. "Then I hear this music, this song." It was his turn to lean in closer this time, "This wasn't jus' some demon Lady, you and I both know him, you wouldn't forget him." He leaned back, sighing. He didn't need this right now. But he told her the rest of the story anyway, he told her everything; right down to the part of taking him back to the store and putting him on his own bed upstairs. What was he baby sitting his brother now? When he told Lady about him being weak in battle that most definitely surprised her without fail. Vergil wasn't one to give into weakness so easily, and yet Dante beat him down to a pulp without a single scratch.

"Remember Dante," she hoped of the desk, dusting her trousers off. "Vergil will stop at nothing to regain his power. Don't go soft on him because his your brother," she warned, her tone stern. And she was right, so very right.

"I know that," he assured her, though having him resting in his bedroom told her otherwise. "I just need the goddamn explanation I deserve." He pounded a fist down, accentuating his point. "Can't get one if I kill him,"

"Leaving him alive will only just let others get killed, sooner or later. If what you say is true Dante, wouldn't he want to get powerful again?" Of course he wanted too; this was Vergil they were talking about. "He only wanted to see you about his sword. Nothing more," she reminded him. Did she really have to?

It made him feel foolish for even bringing him back here in the first place. And his excuse? His my brother, how pathetic, he really needed to think thoroughly next time, but then that wouldn't be very 'Dante-like' of him.

Lady left, the entrance wide open, more like rugged archway; or gaping hole... Couldn't really call it a door without a door now could he? He grumbled, the cold wind hitting him in the face.

He could really do with some delicious pizza right about now... The cheese, the juicy pepperoni, the gorgeous grease.

All he wanted to do was forget about the little dilemma he currently held upstairs.

"I should ask for extra cheese this time..." Because extra cheese solved everything.