Disclaimer: I don't own Devil May Cry

Rating is for some of the violence in the action scenes

AN:

Well lookie, it's me again with another new fic. I've been working on this one pretty much in all of my spare time and I've had a lot of fun with it. Now, I'm going to say this before we get started.

This fiction will mainly be about action, fighting scenes and just general day-to-day life of Dante and his companions. I will, however, be throwing in a little LadyxDante, but it certainly won't be the focus of the fic. I may write some more oneshots of those two as soon as I get inspired.

This chapter is also just an introduction, so it's character building and developing, so it may seem a little slow.

Anyway, thanks for reading and remember reviews and critique is welcome!

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INTRODUCTION

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"Seriously, I know I'm good looking, but are you really going to stand there all day staring at me? It's really hard to read when there's someone boring holes into your head." Dante lifted the magazine to cover his face and hoped it was a strong enough hint that he wanted to be left alone.

He was sitting precariously on a chair, legs crossed and resting on a desk that was littered with an assortment of magazines an old phone and an empty pizza box.

"I'm not going anywhere until you've paid back all the money you owe me."

Silence.

"Dante!! Are you listening to me?" The woman snatched the magazine from his fingertips and flung it across the room. Her mismatched eyes blazed with anger.

"Well I'm trying not to." He made a face and lowered his eyes to scan his desk for some new reading material.

Her hands balled into fists at her sides and Dante amused himself by the change in her facial expressions. It was clear she was trying to maintain a calm exterior, though she was finding it difficult.

"Lady, listen to me." He swung his legs from the desk, set his hands on its surface and raised himself onto his feet. "If I had the money to pay you I would. Trust me, I'd do anything to stop you coming around here, throwing all my stuff about. But the fact is I don't have any money."

"And why not? I'm getting enough work to get by. Don't tell me that my reputation has superseded yours?"

"Not likely. I'm just picker than you."

"Well you can't afford to be, not if you have debts hanging over you. Not every job is going to be amazing, it's the way the world works. You can't just pick and choose. Sometimes you have to do jobs that you don't like."

"Whatever. Anyway, if you're getting a lot of work you can afford to give me an extension on my loan, right?"

She sighed. "I don't know why I put myself through this. Every time I say not again and then you come asking for money and somehow I end up giving in."

"That's because you can't help but fall for my charm." He smirked.

"Charm? What charm? As far as I'm concerned, any charm you may have had died long ago. Now you're just a whiny little brat who can't earn enough to buy himself proper meals." She shot a look at the pizza box.

"Hey it's my life, I'll live it how I want. Now, if you're done, I'm going to go take a nap if that's okay with you, babe."

Lady's face flushed with anger but she couldn't think of a flash comeback. Instead she turned on her heels and stomped out of Dante's place, letting the doors fall shut behind her.

"Idiot. He's so unbelievable."

"You two haven't been fighting again, have you?"

Lady rolled her eyes. "Of course." It was almost becoming a routine now. In fact, she could probably book a daily slot in her diary for arguing with Dante.

"You two are impossible."

"He's the impossible one." Lady snapped. "Anyway, if you're here to see him you're wasting your time. He's gone for a nap."

The other woman laughed and flicked back long strands of blonde hair from her face. "That sounds about right. Where are you heading now?"

"I'm meeting with a client."

"Anything interesting?"

"Not really, another boring job. Sadly, unlike some people I know, I can't afford to turn it down." She shot another glare at the building and then headed off across the street. "See you later Trish."

"Bye. Happy hunting." The tall blonde watched the shorter, fiery woman cross the street before heading inside.

The proprietor was retrieving his magazine as she entered and glanced up at the sound of the door swinging open. "Well, I'm certainly popular today. Do I owe you something too or is it just my new cologne?"

'Don't flatter yourself." Trish laughed. "You certainly rattled her cage. She's even more annoyed than usual today." The woman swept into the room and sat herself on the couch. "What have you done this time?"

"What haven't I done?" He flicked through the pages of his magazine. "You wanna go do something fun?"

"I thought you were supposed to be sleeping?"

"Sleeping? You've got to be kidding. If I go to sleep after that I'll have nightmares."

"What did you have in mind?"

"There's a pint with my name on it down at the bar."

"I thought you didn't have any money." Trish replied sceptically.

"I have money for the essentials." He sought his pockets and waved some ragged notes at her. "See?"

"Okay fair enough, but if she finds out, I had nothing to do with it. She'll kill you if she ever gets wind of what you're up to."

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her. Besides, who's gonna tell her?" He headed for the door, snatching his red coat from the hook as he went.

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"No one believes me, Miss…uhh…sorry I didn't catch your name."

"Lady."

"Miss…Lady." The man looked momentarily confused and then he continued briskly. "It happened last night, see? I was walking home like I always do, down the park lane. Anyway I was just passing the church when I saw a light inside. Well there ain't usually anyone in there at that time so I got curious. I went over and found the door open, just left wide open as if it were the middle of the day. Well by now I was real curious so I took a look inside and there was this horrible sound."

"Sound?"

"Like the wind, only worse. It had my ears ringing so hard I thought they'd bleed. So I ran. And as I was running I heard this scream, a woman's scream I'm sure of it."

"A woman's scream?"

"Yeah, so I turned back and there was this figure standing in the doorway. But it weren't no man I ever saw. It was big, all hunched over and angry. But it was it's eyes, all glowing like cats eyes in the light. I thought it was gonna chase me but it never. I don't think it saw me. But no one believed me so I came to you. You believe me, right?"

"I believe you saw something. Don't worry, I'll check it out."

"Thanks Miss, it's much appreciated."

"But before I can do anything, we need to sort out a price."

"Price?"

"Well I don't work for free."

"No, you don't understand. I'm just reporting it, see? It ain't my problem and it ain't done nothing to me. I can't afford to pay you to sort out someone else's problems. Go talk to the priest."

"What?" Lady gritted her teeth.

"Sorry Miss." He tipped his hat and stood, sidling around the table and making for the door that swung open as he reached for the handle.

"Uh 'scuse me." He muttered, pushing past a tall man in red.

Lady slammed her fist against the table. The glasses shivered as if fearful for their very lives. "Great, another let down."

Dante, who was already heading for the bar, heard the irritated voice and knew instantly who it belonged to. Busted. He stepped back, shoved the last of his notes into Trish's hand and whispered. "Just pretend it's yours."

Trish smiled. "Gladly."

"Someone stood you up?" Dante asked casually, leaning across Lady's table and putting on a wide, idiot's grin. "Maybe your scowl scared him away. If you ever want a boyfriend, it'd probably be a good idea to smile every once in a while."

"What the hell are you doing here?" Lady snapped, getting to her feet. "I thought you were sleeping off your pizza."

"Well that was the plan but apparently every woman in the city is after me today." He indicated Trish with a jab of his thumb. "What's a guy got to do to get some piece and quiet around here, eh?"

"You could start by paying off your debts." Lady's eyes flashed with realisation. "Why are you here anyway Dante? I thought you didn't have any money. You lying bastard!" She made to swing for him but he stepped away from her advances, keeping himself just out of range.

"I don't. The drinks are on Trish."

"What are you up to?" She cast a suspicious look between them.

"Nothing. I actually hoped you would join us. I guess you could call it a celebration." Trish continued,

"I'm not in the mood for celebrating. Don't let me spoil your fun." Lady growled, pushing roughly passed Dante as she made for the door.

"Wait, Lady, don't rush off." Trish called, waving the ragged notes enticingly. "Stay and have a drink. The demons can wait, right? And if they can't, they'll come looking. They always do."

"Don't keep her from her work Trish." Dante interrupted.

Lady shot him a death glare. "Okay, I'll stay for a drink, but then I really have to get going."

"Wonderful! Well, now we're all here I can tell you my news." Trish paused to order the drinks, passing over the majority of Dante's remaining funds. The hybrid flinched when he saw the few coins pressed into Trish's palm. Maybe Lady was right after all. No work meant no drink, no pizza! If he wanted to eat then he might not have any other choice than to take bad work.

"News?" Lady asked, taking her glass and raising it to her lips.

"Yes." Trish handed Dante his drink then took a swig of her own. "I'm leaving."

There was a moment of stunned silence.

Dante was the first to speak. "What do you mean, 'leaving'?"

"Hey, you two aren't the only ones suffering from a lack of work. Three devil hunters in one city? The demon population is practically non-existent thanks to us."

"Our talent is proving to be our downfall." Lady agreed with a nod.

"But you can't just up and leave us in the lurch." Dante insisted.

"Oh come on, you don't need me. Just like I don't need you. I won't be gone forever. I'm just going to stretch my legs. When I've had enough I'll be back. I might even be back before the year's out."

Though none of them would admit it, they'd formed a good team together. There was nothing that they couldn't achieve if they worked side by side. Even Dante and Lady, who often spent their time arguing, worked in perfect harmony when facing demons. The three had come to rely on each of their companions' skills, using them to compliment one another perfectly.

Trish had her beauty, her manipulative abilities, her way of blending in or attracting attention depending on the situation. She was queen of diversions and she was skilled too. She could manoeuvre herself in battle almost as well as Dante could, though she lacked the natural abilities that he had.

Lady had her stubborn will, her fiery temperament. When it came to guns she was the law. There was no gun she couldn't use, or tune to her own preferences. She knew weapons inside out, knew how to use them, knew when they could be most effective. And though she lacked a demon's endurance, strength and speed, she was exceptional as far as humans were concerned. She was a fighter, someone who you'd love as a friend and fear as an enemy; especially if she had Kalina Ann with her.

And Dante. He was speed, power and grace all wrapped up in one nice package. It was true that most of the missions they went on he could do alone, but he enjoyed the companionship, enjoyed working with a team. He had his pistols, Ivory and Ebony and of course there was Rebellion. His assorted Devil Arms also came in handy, though he rarely relied on them in battle. He kept them more for the fact that if they were in his possession no other demon could get it's grubby claws on them.

"That might not be such a bad idea." Lady agreed miserably. "Maybe it is time to leave this place behind."

"And if you leave, who'll keep an eye on him?" Trish reminded with a playful smirk.

Lady's eyes swivelled slowly over to Dante.

"I can take care of myself just fine."

"No you can't." Lady hissed. "If you weren't borrowing money from me you'd be out in the streets by now."

"Are you going to keep bringing that up every five minutes?" Dante sighed with exaggerated dramatics. "Geez, I already told you I'd pay you back just as soon as I get a job that pays."

"Which, at this rate, won't be for another few months."

"I don't see you getting any offers either, Lady."

"Actually I have got a job." Lady replied. "I got a good lead earlier." She wasn't exactly lying. She could at least check out the man's story about the demon in the church. Maybe it'd prove itself profitable.

"Really? Okay, lets hear about it then." Dante's tone was challenging. He clearly didn't believe she was telling the truth.

"What? I'm not going to tell you so you can go and steal my thunder."

"Babe? Seriously, I've got better things to do with my time."

"That's right. Go find your own job you lazy ass!"

Trish rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her amusement. "Play nice children."

"You get to leave to start afresh and I get to stay here with…this?" She waved a hand vaguely in Dante's direction. "I definitely drew the short straw."

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you two actually enjoy arguing with one another. You're like bickering school kids." Trish laughed. "You just need to release some of that tension into something more positive and you'd get along much better." She winked. "If you know what I mean."

Lady, flushed, drained her glass and gave an annoyed grunt. "Whatever. See you 'round Trish." And then she was off, threading between the tables and out of the door.

"So," Dante continued, unaffected by the suggestive comment, "you're really leaving? It weren't just a farce to get her off my back?"

"Sorry Dante. I don't want to just up and leave like this, but I have my reasons."

"Well then, I guess a toast is in order." He held up his almost empty glass.

Trish raised her own and their glasses met with a loud 'clink'.

"I'll come and see you when I get back, that is if you two haven't murdered one another."

"Don't worry, she'll forgive me, she always does." He finished his drink. "Enough for another round?"

"Sorry, you don't even have enough for half a pint. Besides, I'm keeping the change as payment for covering your ass."

"You women are all the same."

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To be continued…

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Sorry to those who are fans of Trish! I got rid of her early on because I just don't feel happy with the way I write her character. I never played the game in which she starred with Dante and the only bits I have to go by are the snippets in DMC 4 in which she reminded me more of Dante's older sister!! And though that's probably an after effect of me believing that Lady would end up with Dante, I can't help but think it. Just the way they interacted with each other in the game, is was almost like teasing siblings, though I can see they were very good friends too.

Anyway, she'll probably be making a return in a chapter every now and then.

Thanks for reading!

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