DISCLAIMER: This is awkward, but I have to inform you that I do not own the Devil May Cry series. Please don't feel ripped off.

A sudden burst of inspiration. I do not know if I will continue. It will all depend on your awesome reviews and the quality of my imagination to go forth with this concept of mine. I hope you will enjoy it as much as I did writing this.

Necessary Meeting

A year has passed since Dante last left Devil May Cry. From time to time, she would call or head to his agency to check up on him. But no one ever picked up the phone every time she called. No one even greeted her at the agency every time the bell above the door rang. Dust had already settled on the table where the silver-haired half-demon would put up his feet every time she would enter his office. Cobwebs surrounded his treasured jukebox, and the colored balls on the billiards table left untouched.

She sighed, disappointed as she arrived once more at the god-forsaken precipice. Still nothing. Not even a sign of any demonic presence. Heck. Not even a trace of that whiny demon woman, Trish. She checked her watch for the time. 'It's too early for any other clients,' she thought, and so she decided to lurk around the shop, silently hoping for a miracle to happen.

She strolled across the office and curiously looked at the odd relics and nostalgic remembrances that were displayed around it. She looked at the old devil arms that Dante used to have. Some of them already had defects, as the transformations of the devils were imperfect. Thus Dante had to stop using them for a while until he figures out a way to fix them once more. They were displayed in a huge old glass case at the corner of the office. Some of them glowed dimly, others looked dead and lifeless. Right beside the glass case was a desk with what seems to be certain memorabilia from Dante's past missions. The frames of the photos were dusty and it was hard to make up the faces in the photographs. They were all clustered into one side of the desk. Dante wasn't a fan of photographs, but his clients were always eager to take a photo of them beside the demon slayer and treated him like an idol. Something Dante never liked.

Two photos however stood out from the rest. Their frames were painted gold, unlike the old wooden frames that surrounded them. They were also the least dusty of all. One was a photo of a much younger Dante beside his twin brother Vergil. Dante's hair was still part black and it made him look like a skunk, while Vergil's hair was pure white. The two were standing beside each other but there was no warmth that came from either of them. Both of them however were slightly smiling. It was clear to Lady, that this photo was taken at a time when the brothers' were starting to foster some sort of anger towards each other.

The other photo was a photo of his mother's grave. Lady couldn't quite figure out if the photo was taken by Dante himself, or it was given to him by someone else. She did not know when exactly the photo was taken and who it came from. All she knew was that Dante would never take a picture of his mother's grave.

After a few more minutes of strolling around and looking at a couple more outlandish demon relics and remembering Dante's history with it. She decided that there was no hope of meeting Dante that day and it would be best if she would continue on with finishing her clients' requests. She took a last glimpse of the empty leather seat, and headed towards the door.

As she grasped the silver handle of the grand wooden door, she felt a sudden presence of demonic power. It was faint, but she was sure something was in the vicinity, or around it. She closed her eyes to feel its presence. She couldn't tell if it was friendly or hostile. It felt light but tense at the same time. She couldn't tell where exactly the power came from. It was if the power surrounded the whole shop and the source was the shop itself. A few moments later, Lady opened her eyes. The presence vanished.

'It must have been nothing,' she thought as she shook the odd feeling away. Perhaps it was paranoia that took over the moment. Perhaps she felt that someone or something was following her all the way to the shop. Or perhaps her subconscious wished for Dante to be close-by. After all, the reason for her frequent visits and calls to Devil May Cry is grave. If it were an ordinary tip from a client or an informer, she would not ask the powerful demon slayer for his help. But a recent discovery from a mission she took on four months ago drove her to head back to the city and attempt to contact Dante. However, all efforts to talk to him or get information on his whereabouts were futile. As no one knows where he went on his last mission and there were no sightings of him ever since.

But it would not stop her from seeking him. She knew the moment she found out that mission needed Dante's demon hunting prowess, but she also knew that Dante would be very interested with this mission. 'Dante needs this mission more than the mission needs him,' she thought as she took a last glance at the photo of him and Vergil before walking out the door.

There you go! As stated earlier, the continuity of this story depends on the reviews and the quality of my imagination! So please do review, because I also want to continue writing this story. :D

- SufficientlyAwkwardBadass