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First Meeting, First Night
Walking to Devil May Cry, so determined to show what she could do, Fumiko anticipated what the famous demon hunter Dante would do if she told him her whole reason for being there. Would he accept her and take her in or just throw her out instantly? He had to take her in because she didn't want to go back home after she just decided to get out.
She wanted to show her parents that she knew the road to beginning a life. She was 19, graduated from high school a few months ago and wanted a little more freedom before wanting to go to college. She then thought about her high school days and saw a guy she liked but never could ask him out because of her parents strict rules.
She really wanted to have a boyfriend and wondered if she'll ever find one. Fumiko told herself to think about the mission now. It was to start with the deal she made to her parents, to let her go for one year, possibly find a job, then come back for college.
They agreed to do it and then she packed and left. That's where she was headed, a life of her own and find someone to love like what happened in the books she read. She stopped and looked up at the non-glowing neon sign that read 'Devil May Cry'.
"Well, I'm here," she said to herself. Before going up the stone steps she tucked her long bangs behind her ears; adjusting her white T-shirt and her large messenger bag and checking her jean pocket for her wallet and then walked up the steps. With a sigh, she knocked on the door and opened it.
Inside was dark, dim, considering that there was sunshine outside and shining through some windows. She saw a jukebox in a corner and a drum set in another. So he likes music, huh?
"Dante, hello, are you here," she used her indoor voice, walking straight into the room. She then saw a desk and someone's long legs sitting on the top, ankles crossed, a pair of boots. She moved forward to see who it was.
Leaning back against the chair with a magazine over his face, there napped Dante. She smiled at the child-likeness he had. She then said to wake him up,"Excuse me, Dante?"
Dante took the magazine off, sat it on the desk, and sat up straight in his chair. "Yep. That's me. What do ya want?" he asked. "I... came here to, maybe, take a job as shopkeeper or something."
Like cleaning, she added silently as he saw some beer cans and pizza boxes on the floor. Dante didn't answer back so she continued,"I know that you have to close down the shop when you have to go slay demons and devils and all. If I'm here, I can leave you note and messages or whatever else. I'm really good at that."
He opened an eye to look at her and then around the office. He looked again at Fumiko and her body. He could tell there was a white bra under that shirt that held a pair of D cup size breasts.
Hmm... guess she'll do. "Alright, you have the job, but don't expect to get paid," he then said. "That's alright. I have money to last me since I'm good at handling it."
Dante opened a top drawer, took out a piece of paper and a pen, and pushed them to Fumiko. "Just sign your name and position of the job. I'll keep it in my records." Even though he didn't have any, except for notices of debt.
Fumiko then realized she needed a place to stay. "Oh, I forgot. I'll need some place to stay also. Could I live here," she asked. He looked at her like she was crazy and then suddenly changed his mind and decided to let her stay.
She begged,"Please?" Dante then said to her,"Alright, but first let's make a deal. Number one, do you enough money for rent?" She reached into her pocket and pulled out her wallet.
She showed him her credit and debt cards. "The money on here have to last me a year, for food and little things." He couldn't figure out how much to charge her for rent if he didn't know how much money she had and he didn't want to take her money, yet not let himself get inso much debt than he was already in.
"How much?" "On the credit, one thousand dollars and on the debt, one thousand, five hundred dollars." On the back of the paper, he calculated how much she should pay every month for a year.
"How about fifty dollars a month? At the year mark, you would have paid me six hundred dollars." She thought about it and thought everything over. She then had a better idea.
"How about I go to the bank sometime today and withdraw six hundred so I don't forget?" He liked that idea, getting money faster. "Deal. Second, can you cook or make something edible?"
"Yep," she said smiling. "Do you have a lot of stuff?" He grimaced as he remembered Patty decorating his office with 'cute and girly' stuff.
"All I need is in this bag," she said as she patted the black bag hanging at her side. "Really? Well then..., I guess you can take the room upstairs. There isn't a mattress so you'll have to buy one or something." "No problem."
Dante cleared his throat,"Let's get back to the food business. Can you make strawberry sundaes and or pizza," he then asked. She shook her head 'Yes'. "You know, I like strawberries and Italian food, so I guess you're lucky to have someone like me."
"Yeah, guess so. I'll throw in a little deal in this one. You have to have sex with me when I say, even after making me sundaes," he smiled mischievously. Blush appeared in her cheeks and she stuttered,"That w-was a little uncalled for, but... okay, I promise." She had agreed to do something she had never done before.
He pushed her the paper and pen and then waited for the 'agreement' paper. As she signed her name, Dante took the paper to look at the name of the woman he'll have to put up with. "So, you're Fumiko... nice name."
Opening a drawer, he put in the paper for safe keeping, in case some cops came to look for her and he had proof of her being here. Curious, more likely wanting to exactly know, he asked her,"Hey, what do you have in that bag of yours?" "A shirt, pair of shorts, couple of other under clothes, a sheet, couple of books, my toothbrush and toothpaste, hair brush, towel and bath sponge, couple of pens and pencils, and a notebook."
"That all?" "And my MP3 player." Geez, women did take a lot of stuff with them, didn't they?
"Oh, and some coin purses for when I have to go wash and dry my clothes." Dante chuckled and said," You sound prepared." He couldn't help but small smile at her.
Fumiko smiled too, then sighed and said,"It'll be time for dinner soon, so I'll have to go get somethings for pizza and sundaes, okay?" He let her go up to her room and she put the bag in a corner. Going out the door, she made her way to a super market, making sure she still had her wallet.
She got the ingredients to make a sundae and was going to get pizza stuff but then remembered there wasn't a stove there do she decided to just forget that. At the check out, she paid with her debt card. Holding the plastic bag's handles, she then walked to a bank, she the money for Dante.
To help pay for the money lost to keep an account balanced she used her debt card to keep it so. Sticking the six hundred in her pocket she quickly made her way to Devil May Cry before she could get jumped by thieves. The town seemed eerie enough even without the crime doers.
Her heart beating like a drum she ran the rest of the way, climbing the stairs in two and a half seconds. She opened and slammed the door shut, breathing and panting, trying to get her breath. Popping out of nowhere, Dante then asked,"Running because you're scared?"
He chuckled. Fumiko placed her hands on her hips and said,"No. I just didn't want anyone to rob me. By the way..." She dug in her pocket and threw six one hundred bills wrapped in a rubber band. He caught it in his black gloved hand, counted and stuck it in the pocket of his red long coat.
Never had he met a woman with so much independence, patience, and determination and responsibility all in one whack. Maybe she'll be worth something after all. "I'm going to order a pizza instead and make strawberry-"
"No. I'll order the pizza. They guy who usually answers expects me, not a woman." She shrugged her shoulders and went to make sundaes. Sitting down the plastic bag she looked around to see if there were any ice cream dishes anywhere and spoons.
After a couple of minutes searching, she finally found a couple of dishes and spoons and began to make the strawberry sundaes while hearing Dante on the phone. He wanted a pizza without olives. I'll keep that I mind when I order one, she said storing it in her memory for the future.
Finishing the sundaes she cleaned up the pizza boxes and beer cans. That's all she could do for today. She sighed in appreciation of her work and ate her sundae in front of Dante, wanting to taunt him. That would be fun, but she had heard about his violent temper and decided to not to.
She didn't want to be kicked out after just being here for some hours and signing a so called contract. She then saw him at his desk , reading or looking through a magazine. Feeling guilty for having a sweet to pass time, she asked,"Dante, do you want your sundae now or later?"
He replied,"Put it on my desk and I'll get it." "'Kay. I'm going up to my room and get settled in." Dante watched Fumiko climb the stairs as he sat waiting for his pizza.
When she opened the door to go in, Dante yelled up to her,"Hey!" She poked her head around the corner and went down the stairs a bit to hear what he had to say. "Do you... want a slice of pizza?"
Man, was that so awkward or what? He just hoped that she would accept, hoping that she wasn't going to say that she wasn't hungry.
Instead she smiled and said,"Sure. I'm a fan of any kind of pizza, even without the olives." She winked and made her way back to her room. When she turned her back a little smile appeared on her face, thinking to herself, He's so cute.
Did she... wink at me, he questioned. With-in thirty minutes, pizza had arrived. He opened the door, took the box, gave him one of the one hundred bills that Fumiko got for him and then got change back.
He closed the door, sat the box of pizza down on his desk, and sat in his chair waiting for Fumiko to come down. He wondered what was taking her.
Fumiko found a place to sit and took her diary and pen out of her bag. She then wondered if Dante would try to look in it if she told him she had one. He did seem the type to do it.
She shrugged, opened the light blue book with angels on it to a clean page, and then wrote the date at the top:
August 12, 2011
Dear diary, I haven't wrote in you for a while in a long time. Well, today I've found a place to stay and a job at the same time. The place is called Devil May Cry and is owned by Dante. He looked so amazingly handsome with his six foot five inch figure , his beautiful short white hair, and his amazing blue eyes.
I'm a shopkeeper and cleaner for him. He let me have the job after a few deals were made, but I'm not going into detail about that... right now.
Fumiko heard Dante yell her name. Wow, he knows my name already!
Dante is calling me for dinner. Write more later.
She placed the pen in her book, closed it, and sat it down to join Dante. Little did she know that there was a demon who was waiting for her to be gone. It finally knew how to beat Dante when the time came.
Fumiko hurried down the stairs and found Dante standing with the pizza box open. She walked toward him and he said,"Here, get you a piece." She took a piece of the pizza, the cheese stretching and sticking to the box.
Dante grineed at her and said to her,"If you want another one, you can have it." She then remembered that she had a big sundae before quickly cleaning. "It's alright, Dante. One is all I need," she said and gave him a cute smile.
His name sounded so surprising, hitting his heart, coming from her mouth. Suddenly liking her more already, he grabbed a piece of his own and chowed down while she politely ate her piece. The pizza was gone, thanks to Dante.
Fumiko went to make another sundae for her, craving something sweet now, and feeling like a pig. She came back and saw Dante eating his, savoring each bite. She ate hers that way, too.
After cleaning again, it was time to sleep. She wanted to know where he slept. "Where do you sleep, Dante?"
"On the couch, morning and night, it doesn't matter," he replied with a smile in his voice. "Oh. Well, good night," she said, hoping that he will say something back. "Night."
She climbed the stairs and then noticed that there was a small window on the door. She decided not to worry about it because she didn't think that Dante would find her so attractive to look at anyway. The least of all having sex with her.
Blushing, she went in her room, closing the door, took off her jeans, cleaned out a spot to sleep at, took out her throw blanket to sleep under and a small heart pillow. The floor wasn't so bad. She then tried to sleep, but it was such a chore for a person who was sleeping in a strange place.
Thinking of Dante, being quiet and sleeping popped in her head. She sighed as she then wanted to dream about him, the man who then made her feel so calm. Even though she knew that he was a half demon, from true stories from people, she would still be friends with him.
Dante tried to sleep a deep sleep but all he could think about was Fumiko whenever he tried to imagine a sexy woman. Whatever he thought of, she would replace the blonde or red or whatever haired woman, their positions and she did look amazing. She even looked so much like a mistress of sex herself.
He could feel an erection trying to start. D #m it all, now I can't sleep. And so he was awake about half the night.
