Disclaimer: I do not own any character but Rizua. The plotline is also not mine, only where I edit Rizua into the mix or go off original storyline which will happen many times. Enjoy.

The car pulled up in front of a rather intimidating building, she wouldn't admit it in a million years though. The only thing she could find to make fun of was the name, Devil May Cry. Was it some sort of inside joke or something? Devils don't cry, at least none that she had ever met, and she had met many.

She switched her gaze to the young blond next to her, who was suddenly an uptight princess. Of course she wasn't about to bow down before the brat she called her friend. Patty was her name, and she was fast in hopping out of the car. "Rizua, hurry up!" Rizua grunted and got out of the car unhappily. Unladylike, you bet.

Morrison, the man who had driven them, led them into a rather dissappointing room. Rizua felt a shudder as she smelled the distinct smell of old demon blood. 'Greeaaat.' She thought, last place anything like her would want to be.

"What a dump." She whispered to Patty, who agreed whole heartedly. The room consisted of a desk, chair, pool table, jutebox, a small tv, a couch, a coat hanger, and a worn coffee table. A door was next to the desk and stairs to the left of that. Despite the grungy look, it had a cozy feeling so she didn't complain anymore.

The pool table got Patty's full attention and she turned to Rizua, "Up for a game? Oh, unless you think you'll lose again?" There was taunting her her childing voice. Rizua felt a sweatdrop forming on her forehead. Ok, so Patty had crrepy luck wish just about anything that involved, well, anything. Still, she never learned her lesson. "Bring it brat." She said confidently rolling up the sleeves of the button-up green shirt she had on, she liked it because it matched her emerald green eyes.

Only moments later a new voice made us stop and turn. Good timing, Patty had sunk four balls in one hit.

"Yeah, the usual ham, garlic, and potatoe mix pizza" It was an impossibly deep voice. Rizua got goosebumps.

A man had poofed out of nowhere and was sitting behind the desk on the phone Rizua had not previously seen.

He had shoulder length straight white hair, strong facial features, and an extremely built phyisique. He worse red and black leather, skintight and covered everything from the neck down. Not that it mattered, Rizua didn't deny the leather clung like a second skin.

"Wait, i'm trusting Patty with this idiot?" I turned to Morrison who had said nothing the entire time and just chilled near the door. A sound of annoyance came from the desk but she paid no mind.

Morrison stepped forward as the white-haired man got up and moved the the pool table, taking up where I left off.

"Patty is the heir to the Royale fortune, your being hired to escort her there... are you listening Dante?" Morrison's tone turned from serious to agitated.

"I may be for hire, but that doesn't mean i'm going to play babysitter to some brats.

Where had Rizua heard that term before...

Patty growled, making Dante smirk and successfully hit a ball into a middle socket, "Sorry kid, give it 10 years and i'll go on a date with you." He aim at Patty, who crossed her arms.

"I'd reject you in less than 10 seconds." She huffed. "Besides, I like younger boys." This made 'Dante' chuckle. "What about you red head? Do you like them young too?"

It took a minute for it to register that he was talking to her, "I'm asexual." I shugged, not being serious, but it made some eyebrows raise.

"Well listen up Dante, even if you call Patty a brat you still have a job to do.

"Morrison's tone was serious again. This time it drew a sigh from Dante, "Alright fine, but whats with the other brat?" He pointed at Rizua, who was poking at the jutebox at that moment,

"Well, this 'brat' doesn't think you can do the job properly so she's coming along to look after her best friend." Rizua yawned, only half-meaning her words.

Dante looked at Rizua curiously, then a ghost of a smirk appeared.

"Sooo, deliver the two brats to the family mansion by 6PM tomorrow?" He wanted to piss off miss red head now, it was working. How did he know it was working? A jutebox button went flying toward his head, which was easily dodged, adding to Rizua's frustration.

"Alright lets go then." Dante said grabbing his coat and heading for the he opened it Morrison spoke up, "Ah, Dante, you'll need this for your 'live performance'" He tossed a guitar case at Dante, who caught it effortlessly. For a second Dante looked confused,but as if an unspoken message was felt between them he strapped it to his back while we followed him to his car.

Rizua lay sprawled, yet somewhat tense, across the backseat of Dante's red convertible, listening to Patty give her famous destructive criticism to both the car and Dante's ego. It made her relax a little, she didn't idea of getting help from this guy. She could smell the demon blood both on and in him, not comforting when your a demon yourself.

"Dante, can we come to your live performance... since no one will likely show up of course." Patty suddenly asked.

"Thanks for the offer, but my next live performance will be age resticted." He then turned to her as if expecting her to comment back, which she did. "Let me guess, 18 and up right? Well guess what buddy today's my birthday, i'm 18 sucker so I can see it." She grinned at him, he didn't react, but turned to the road again instead.

~Dante's POV~

Something wasn't right with the girl who sat behind him. She was a demon, I knew from the second I saw her, but she posed no threat so far. A demon living a human life? Interesting, yet something felt amiss. This Rizua person was obviously a long time friend of this child.

'Dante, i'm going to take this girl's life!' A rough demon's voice rang in my head, I didn't react, but Rizua seemed to tense up like she heard it too.

Dumbass demon should had just stayed quiet, not that it would have made a difference.

I reached over and pulled Patty's hat over her face, and at the same time pulled Ivory out. My knees kept the car steady as a truck approached.

Oh look, a demon chilling on the side of the semi, what a lovely way to spend a road trip... not.

~Third POV~

Dante exicuted it perfectly. He shot the demon just as the truck rolled past them and the sound of the truck blasted out most of the gunshot. He covered Patty's eyes, but Rizua witnessed the whole thing.

'Hooooly cheese crackers!' Rizua screamed the very human phrase in her head. She didn't screamed outwardly like first instinct told her.

Watching the death of one of her own didn't particularly upset her, it was the speed at which Dante had done it. This Dante wasn't fully human, and he looked rather familiar.

She covered her eyes in her hands, as if hiding the fear in them... he knew she was a demon.

Well, obviously she was safe for now, otherwise he would have probably tried to kill her already.

"What was that for?" Patty complained, fixing her hat. Dante didn't reply, but instead stopped the car in the middle of the road.

"Get in the back Patty, your friend deserves a chance up front." His face held no room for disagreements.

"Gr, Dante your unfair!" Patty pouted, but they switched seats anyway. Rizua put her seatbelt on, not liking the way Dante drove. He started driving the car again, his arm over the back of her chair lazily, but hiding her from Patty's view. The wind would drown out anything they said to eachother, yay.

"A devil with a human child, are you out to kill her too?" Her heart jumped until she realized his voice wasn't serious.

"I've known her since before the Royale family knew she existed." Rizua stated, not continuing the little chat any further, Dante didn't press.