To be entirely honest with all of you who might be reading this, I don't think this fic is going to be so long. I also don't think that there's going to be a plot of any kind, hence the title. I will be uncovering events as I see them in my own mind, but again, I'm being honest here and I'm not a natural romantic.

In other words, it's pretty damn hard for me to write this fic, which is probably the reason why it's taking me so long to get each chapter out for you guys to read.

There's also going to be a pattern to this fic as well in that one chapter will be happy, and one chapter will deal with the scenes seen in Devil May Cry 1 and 2. I think, in all honesty, that these scenes are going to be way better written than the "happy memories" but time will tell and only then we'll see.

Just wanted to clear this up and beg forgiveness for the extremely slow updating that's been taking place recently. I'm not dead, I'm still here and I'm going to be here for what seems to be a very long time. Thanks everyone.

Also, another small note; it appears as though my shift button and my caps lock button is malfunctioning. So if you see little typos regarding my Capital letters, well…it's not my fault.

Anyway, without further ado, Read, Review if you want, but most of all, ENJOY.

Chapter 3

The sun shone brilliantly in the cloudless blue sky, casting mirages, making the world look as if it was shimmering, like some kind of drugged dream. Dante stared out at the landscape before him, a smile plastered onto his face. Lady was still asleep, the white sheets draped around her petite body. Dante turned his head to stare back at her, a fond smile gracing his lips. She looked so delicate, like some kind of flower. He laughed softly to himself and shook his head. Listen to him! One would think that he was turning soft as he grew older, and damn it all to hell, he wasn't that old!

And not only that, he knew that Lady was anything but delicate. She only looked delicate when she was asleep, or when she wasn't kicking ass. And damn it, that never happened. She never acted like the human they both knew she was, and it was only one of the reasons why he loved her so desperately.

He took a sip from the cool liquid, savouring the feel of the cold glass against his lips. He licked at them afterwards and set the glass back on the table, staring back out over the plains. It was odd to think that he was in Spain of all places, so far away from home and that Lady was right by his side.

It had been about three years now. Lady was now twenty years old, Dante himself being twenty two. They were still so young, still had so much more ahead of them and they'd lasted through thick and thin through so long. Dante felt confident in the thought that yes, they would certainly be together for a long time to come, that this relationship of theirs was the one, that it completed him in a way that nothing else would ever do.

He couldn't help laughing at that either. Who would have thought that there was this hidden side to him? Well, he certainly hadn't banked on it, that was for sure. And none of his friends had thought that there was a secret romantic side to him either. At the beginning, when Dante had met Lady for the first time after the events of Temen-Ni-Gru, well, it had been more or less disastrous to say the least.

They had agreed to meet up and Dante, acting like a typical teenager who knows he's absolutely besotted with a girl, asked whether they could meet up "just as friends". Lady had been extremely suspicious to begin with, the tone of voice that she had used while on the phone to him had been a huge hint to this fact and Dante managed to pick up on it easily enough. For once.

Now that he looked back on it, it was surprising exactly how much thought he had put into everything, and how insightful he had been. It seemed as though this rare insight was only reserved for when Lady was involved. He had known better than to suggest going out to see a film either at the cinema, or renting a video or a DvD and watching it at home while stuffing their faces full of pop-corn and pizza. He had known straightaway, just from listening to her voice, that a trip to the nearby club would also be out of the question. So it was that he descended gratefully onto the one thing he knew they both had in common with each other.

'Demons. Huge hoard of them. Just a little outside the city. Wanna come?' He had somehow been able to make it sound like an invitation, had tried to gloss over his awkwardness by putting on a macho façade, his cockiness rising to the fore. Lady had paused and Dante had known, just known that her eyebrows had been raised, not quite believing but yet, somehow wanting to in spite of herself.

It was yet another thing that Dante had been able to gain insight to; Lady knew her weaknesses. She was naïve, sure, but she knew she was when it came down to social situations and as a result, had come to suspect everyone and everything, almost bordering on the verge of being paranoid. Okay, okay, so maybe that wasn't the best example.

Lady knew that she was strong compared to all other humans her age and gender but she had been able to realize at the crucial moment that no, her strength really was nothing compared to the strength of the hybrids, the supernatural creatures that she had somehow found herself surrounded by.

It could have all ended so very differently had it not been for this particular quality of her's, her ability to see her own faults at the crucial moment. She was stubborn to a fault but had been able to stop her little display when it had all come down to the boil. If she hadn't? Well, Dante didn't like to think of that very much. Besides, what did it matter anyway? Lady was here, he was here, Temen-Ni-Gru wasn't, Vergil wasn't…though that wasn't something to be pleased about and Arkham? Well, hopefully he would actually stay dead and he'd never have to see his ugly face again.

It seemed as if villains always had a hard time staying defeated.

Dante dragged his thoughts away from such unpleasant things and forced his mind to think of better, more enjoyable things as he stared out across the Spanish land that lay before him, an inviting country that just begged to be explored. Maybe they would have time to take a look around after they finished off the demonic invasion that was taking place here. Eventually, his mind was able to pick up on its former path and Dante sat back, letting the sun dance across his youthful features, bathing his silver hair with golden light.

They had both agreed to go demon hunting, and they had agreed to meet halfway between where they lived. Dante knew better than to stop by her house, it would make her suspicious, it would make the first part seem too date-like for her tastes. And if anyone had stopped to ask Dante whether he was at all disappointed that it wasn't a date, he would have told them that he wasn't, that he was just happy enough to be seeing her again.

Something inside him had told him that this was all so much more than just a crush. This had gone onto the next level; infatuation. Or was it obsession? Hell, it hadn't even once mattered to him; all he had known was that this was nothing as juvenile as a crush.

That night, as the time had drawn near, Dante had agonized over his appearance, had agonized over the idea that maybe he looked too neat for once in his life. If he was neater than usual, then it would completely blow the game, but if he was scruffier than was normal then it would seem as though he was making a point that this wasn't a date, and Lady would get suspicious and figure out that the non-date really was seen as a date by the hunter and then…well…that too would end up blowing the game. In short, he was utterly screwed.

Then he had seen the time, had seen that he was five minutes late and instantly forgot his quandary and rushed towards his bike, only to realize that it was flush out of gas. When he eventually managed to get to the meeting place by taking a form of demonic transport (the bus) he was half an hour late and was feeling miserable because of it. And even worse, Lady was nowhere to be seen. He had looked about desperately and when he eventually spotted her, his heart had sank to his stomach. For there she was, talking to another guy! Ugh…it had looked as though he was too late, in more ways than one. Lady smiled that thin half smile of hers and then waved him over. Dante had no option but to trudge towards her, his hands stuffed in his pockets. He feigned a look of complete boredom as Lady blithely introduced the two.

'Derek, this is my friend, Dante. The one I told you about? Dante, this is my boyfriend, Derek.' Derek had smiled and had held out his hand. Dante, not wanting to seem utterly incapable had taken it and had made a point of squeezing Derek's hand just a little too hard, causing the other to pull his hand away with a sharp wince.

'Quite a handshake you got there.'

'Oh, I have a hell of a lot more besides that.' Dante stretched at that point, his arms reaching over his head so then his coat shifted slightly, revealing the guns that lay carefully concealed underneath. Derek's eyes widened but Lady leaned over at that point and whispered something into his ear. Derek, oddly enough, immediately relaxed and shot him a warm smile. It was nervous, but it was a smile nonetheless.

'Nice seeing you, Dante,' he murmured. He looked towards Lady at that point, who was sitting gracefully on her bike. 'Have fun.'

'Will do,' Lady smiled at him. She watched as Derek walked away before turning towards the devil-hunter, her smile completely erased from her petite features. 'Where the hell's your bike?' And just like that, all sweetness had gone, leaving behind the woman who Dante had become attracted to. He grinned and shrugged helplessly.

'I ran out of gas.'

'If only your mouth could do the same. And your ass too for that matter.'

'That was a bad burrito, okay?' Dante huffed, narrowing his eyes.

'Get on,' Lady grumbled, tilting her head to indicate the seat behind her. 'I'm only going to do this once so you'd better be grateful.' Dante complied hurriedly, trying to act with just a bit of annoyance when in reality, he was thrilled. He was barely settled before Lady revved the engine and shot off along the road, like an arrow fired from a bow.

The next two hours passed uneventfully., Lady drove, Dante saw the demons first, they got off, they drew their weapons, they charged, they slaughtered and Dante got his coat ripped several more times. All in all, it was pretty standard fare.

But the real disaster struck as the two made their way back to the city, Lady being generous enough to drop Dante back off at the agency.

'By the way,' Dante began, 'what did you say to Derek?'

'Nothing much.'

'Tell me?' Dante had put on his cute, clueless act. Lady sighed and rolled her eyes.

'I told him that you were gay.'

'You what!'

'Well it's true, isn't it?'

'No!'

'Really?' Lady sounded genuinely surprised and this only served to infuriate the slayer even more.

'What the hell gave you that idea?'

'Well…' Lady had the grace to look slightly sheepish. But she wasn't sheepish enough in Dante's eyes and his temper soared so then it was close to breaking point. Lady continued on, blissfully unaware. 'Well…I guess it's because of the way you are. You've got something to hide so you act all arrogant and cocky and shit. Then you carry around those huge swords and one of them, well, the TIP of one of them looks a bit like a penis. And then you-'

'But I tried to kiss you!' Dante blurted, his annoyance getting the better of him. Lady was quiet for a long while after that and Dante had wondered whether he had somehow over-stepped the line. Then he decided in a bout of self-righteousness that Lady had stepped so far past the line in the first place by saying he was gay. At length, he couldn't bear the silence anymore and he smiled smugly.

'Yeah, I tried to kiss you. You don't have a comeback for that, do you!' Dante challenged. Lady sighed softly.

'Anything to keep up a pretence, Dante dear…'

Well…that had definitely put him back in his place and there was no doubt about it.

'So…are you?' Lady asked after another long pause.

'Am I what?' Dante snapped.

'Gay!'

'NO!'

Unsurprisingly, once Dante was dropped off back at his place, he headed straight for the bar. And even worse was the fact that when he got there, his friends were there too. He had had no choice but to sit with them and let them buy him round after round after round. And his friends were drunk enough to decide that it would be a good idea to ask him what had happened. After all, Dante rarely went to a bar unless he was acutely depressed about something and needed to get merry. And Dante happened to be drunk enough on that night to blurt out the entire sorry episode.

'Ow man! That's harsh!' Enzo had laughed drunkenly. Another of his friends, who perhaps wasn't as drunk as everyone else looked at Dante quietly.

'So…' he asked softly. 'You gonna see her again?'

'COURSE NOT!' Enzo hiccupped loudly. 'YOU AREN'T, ARE YOU?'

'Well yeah,' Dante blinked, surprised back into sobriety. 'Of course I'm going to see her again!'

And so the teasing had begun. They had claimed that it was just a phase, that it would never last, that he'd find someone else and then he'd be back to normal.

Three years had passed and normality hadn't returned.

And if Dante was honest about it?

Well…

He liked it better this way.