[A.N.]

Ok I don't own DMC or KH Ha! Now you can't sue me Square and Capcom! ::does a dance quickly and is bricked into submission by angry lawyers::

I am aware that dmc and kh are strange games to put together in a fanfic but my weird little mind found waaays :D

If you're reading this, you should be well versed in stuff from all dmc and kh =P That includes deep dive and kh2 ::watches as all the readers leave::
But this can be a good read if you are not! ::a couple people wander back::
If you have any questions, (and I expect a lot) just ask! Sometimes I confuse myself greatly too! All C&C is welcome, and flames will be fed to Phantom :D

Anyways this is only a test chapter to see if I should continue this fic

Devil May Cry: Losing Heart

Miseria Cantare

"Vergil," Dante sobbed as he awoke, jolting forward from his covers. Still gasping, Dante's eyes slowly moved around the room, taking in its familiarities. His hands quivered as they lay limp at his sides and his face stung from the tears that had come while he slept. Dante took in steadying breaths, trying to calm his racing heart.

"His dream again…" Dante said to himself; his mind had once more plagued him with the horrible memories of his brother's death. Dante stared at the ceiling for a moment, scolding himself for allowing him to become so weakened by a mere dream. It had been haunting him for years but he still woke up lamenting and shaken every time; if anything it showed that he loved his brother. With a sigh, Dante slumped back onto his pillow, arms behind his head. His gaze moved to peer out of the open window, a cool breeze cascading through it, ruffling his hair. The full moon's ghostly rays dappled the Hunter's face, giving his bronzed skin a pale silver hue, while bathing and causing his pallid hair to glow even brighter with an angelic radiance. Ice-flecked, sapphire eyes strayed from the window to slowly roam throughout the room. He glanced past ancient canvass hanging from his walls, their cracked and fading paint told stories of his father's battles and triumphs. Others also revealed inside their depths glimpses of Heaven and The Holy Works. The Hunter glimpsed past Alastor suspended on the opposite wall. The steel's edge crackled as Dante's eyes met that of the metallic dragon's. Dante's gaze finally fell upon his family portrait standing on his mahogany bed stand, and with a muscular arm, he stretched out to grasp the slightly dusted frame. He held the picture at half arm's length above his head, and a smile came over him as he remembered his deceased loved ones.

In the portrait, his mother, Eva, had her arms wrapped around her husband's waist, a cheerful smile gracing her face; her honey-colored hair gleamed as her doe-like, tan eyes gazed up at Sparda. His father's usually stern face also held a grin as he lovingly returned his wife's embrace. Dante and Vergil stood in front of them, their arms draped over each others' shoulders, two 16 year olds grinning happily; both totally unaware that within six months after the picture was taken, all their happiness would be lost forever. Sparda's death and the slaughter of Eva and Vergil would leave Dante alone to gain vengeance and make the Devil Cry.

Dante choked out something between a laugh and a sob as he returned the frame to its spot on the stand. He turned over on his side to hide the smile that had turned to tears from his family.

. . .

"This Dante…he has halted so many uprisings of Dark Powers…" the brown cloaked form alleged, "Countless legions of Darkness have been destroyed. Not our own of course, but those of Hell…"

"He…must be removed," the figure hissed.

"Then I shall do so," a black cloaked individual replied and turned to leave.

"Riku," the brown cloaked one called, a grin twitching at his mouth.

The one known as Riku turned and removed his hood. Silver hair spilled over the ebony of his cloak as he raised an eyebrow in reply.

"Take the heart that has proven so strong against us," the figure sneered.

"With pleasure, Ansem," Riku answered smiling as he bowed, dissolving in a fissure of Darkness.

. . .

Dante was slipping between the states of dreaming and awake when he sensed it. He sensed it as he could sense demonic taint but it was not…it was unknown to him. A small pang of fear ran through him as his eyes snapped open. He swiftly got up and grabbed Ebony and Ivory from under his pillow, shoving them into their holsters and grabbing his jacket. He shrugged it on, the cooled leather felt good against his clammy skin. His shirt already started to grow damp from concern. Dante grasped the crackling handle of Alastor, its serrated edge already singeing with cobalt bolts.

"Showtime," Dante smirked as he bound down the stairs.

. . .

Riku emerged into the rays of the moonlit beach. It gave his eyes a specter-like aura as they fell upon the man sitting on the other black cloaked figure. Riku strode quickly, eager to inquire information of this fellow Unknown. For a moment, the silver-haired servant stood adjacent to the nameless. Yet the other showed no sign of acknowledgment and merely continued to watch the slow lapping of the waves onto the shore.

"How will I know him…?" Riku inquired of him, not fully expecting an answer.

The other turned his hooded head, eyes never meeting his questioner and replied,

"He looks just like you…"

. . .

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WooOO cliffhanger-y! Review with all questions you want answered! Tell me if I should continue this little fic of mine too! :3