Special Delivery

Devil May Cry Fanfic

Chapter one: October Rose

There was only silence… all throughout the office. Nothing stirred the halls either. Just… silence. Dante sat at his desk with a magazine on his face, sleeping. He had just come back from a tiring job with Trish, Lady and Nero. It had been one of the worst this year; at least the pay was good so he couldn't complain. He jumped up as the door swung open, dropping the magazine to the floor.

"Dante, you up?"

It was Lady's voice, punching his ear drums, caused him to sit straight up in the chair.

"I am now. What is it?" He yawned.

"I just wanted to stop by and drop off your share. I can't believe this is all you do with your life, you lazy bastard."

"What can I say? After a job like that, who wouldn't be exhausted? I did the most work anyway, so I should be paid more."

Lady shrugged, "Whatever." She placed a suitcase on Dante's desk and turned back toward the door.

"You're leavin'?"

"Yeah… why?"

"I just figured you'd keep me company… I get a little bored around here sometimes."

"That's what your hand is for…"

"Not like I haven't heard that one before." Dante laughed. "And besides, we got in an argument the other night, so I think we need a time out."

Lady laughed, "Only you would get in an argument with your own hand, Dante."

"Damn right! They both have a mind of their own sometimes."

She laughed again and walked toward the door.

"So, you're leavin' me anyways, huh?"

"Uhh, yeah. I have things to do."

"Ugh… fine. See ya soon, babe. And keep it up with those jobs. You've been giving me good ones lately."

She waved and left the office. Dante sighed and leaned back in his chair, bored outta his mind now. He was used to being lonely all the time and he actually preferred his solitude, but it wouldn't hurt to have company every now and then. He had an unbearable sensation reckoning in his pants. He sighed again and pulled one of his gloves off, rubbing some lubricant in it.

"That time again, huh…?"

He slid his bare hand down to his hardened groin, undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. He removed his penis out from its confinement and began jerking it. He started from the tip and worked his way downward. He clenched himself tighter than normal, hoping to reach his release a lot quicker so he wouldn't be walked in on again for the fifth time. His heart began to pump wildly and pre-cum trickled down his shaft. He worked himself harder and faster, digging into his desk. It hurt so good.

Dante shut his eyes tight and bit his lip, feeling his climax arising. His orgasm echoed in the office and he came all in his hand. He panted heavily and put himself away, standing up to wash his hands.

I need a girlfriend...

Dante stepped back to the office and looked around. He went to the front door and peeked out, seeing no one there and the roads empty. He looked at the clock on the wall, which read 10:33 pm.

"Closing time I guess."

Dante shut the lights out and went upstairs to his room, undressing and laying on his mattress. He caught himself thinking again, thinking a whole lot about nothing. His train of thought bored him to sleep.

"Dante, run! Run and don't look back! I want you to hide. Whatever you do, you must never come out! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

Her long blonde hair covered her face and blood stained the floor. Blood smeared all over the place.

A small, white-haired boy crawled out from hiding and approached his dead mother. He shook her frantically, tears running down his face.

"Mommy? Mommy? MOM! WAKE UP! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!"

The eight-year-old boy didn't want to believe what was happening. He knelt, practically bathed in her blood, wishing for his mother to return to him.

"MOMMY! NO!"

Dante shot up out of his slumber, drenched in sweat and a tear drifting down his face. It was pitch black outside, only the moon lit up the area. Dante sighed and planted his face in his palms. His heart, once racing, calmed down after awhile. His precious mother, taken away from him at such a young age, her life ended before his eyes. And he thought that it was all his fault.

He lay back down, thinking about her warm smile just once more before he dozed off again. Morning came, and Dante woke up a little behind schedule. He didn't care; it wasn't like anything exciting was gonna happen. He made his way to the shower and took care of his other daily routines. That erection wasn't gonna cure itself.

He made his way downstairs, unlocking the front door, drying his hair and going to the kitchen. As he opened the refrigerator, there was a knock at the front door.

"Door's open." He called.

No one responded and the doors didn't budge. Dante sighed and closed the refrigerator back, walking over to the door and opening it. There was no one there. He looked down to see a small basket with a pink blanket in it and a note.

"What the?"

Dante bent down and picked up the note:

Dante Sparda,

Congratulations. This little bundle of joy belongs to you. Her name is October Rose Sparda, born 6 pounds 7 ounces on October 31st. Her birthmother, Arielle Porter died while she was in labor and October almost went with her. I'm sure you remember Arielle well and I'm sure she'd want to apologize for this unexpected delivery. Take good care of your healthy baby girl.

Anonymous

"…HOLY SHIT!"