This is my first Devil May Cry fic, let alone my first fic ever.
I hope ya'll don't hate it though.
Disclaimer: I don't own DMC, or Dante.damn. If I did though, I'd be a very happy girl!! But anyone you never heard of.I more than likely own!
Chapter 1 Meet the boys
Quote: "I will now avenge my father's death!!"
Dante was sitting on the couch watching TV. He hadn't had a job for a few months now.
"I'm bored." Dante groaned
"You can play with us." A little voice said from behind the couch.
Dante looked to see one of his sons, Dyne. He was a cute 7 year old with black hair, with a silver tuff in the front. He had bright blue eyes to go with his sweet face.
Dante smiled and propped his elbows on the back of the couch.
"Hey squirt, what's up?" Dante asked. Dyne pointed a water pistol at Dante.
"Yer hands, now." Dyne said in a playful tone.
Dante held up his hands. "You wouldn't shoot an unarmed man, would you now?" Dante asked cooly.
Dyne grinned and knodded. "You aren't unarmed."
Dante stood up, arms still in the air, and came around to the back of the couch. Dyne still had the gun pointed at him.
Dante showed that he had no weapons. He was only wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans, where'd he hide a weapon?
Dyne stared at his father for a moment, then let the gun down. He holstered it in the pocket of his jeans. He turned around and began walking away.
"Oh well, guess I'll let you go.this time."
Dante watched Dyne walk toward the kitchen triumphantly. As he entered it, Dante saw that he was jerked around the corner. He cocked his head and began walking to the kitchen.
Once there, Dante saw another boy, holding Dyne against the wall. He had a big water gun that looked like an uzzi. He had it at Dyne's chest.
"Heh, too easy. You gotta be more alert." The boy said pushing the squirt gun into Dyne's chest a little.
Dyne saw his dad standing behind his brother. Dyne pointed behind the boy. "Look! An Arcanine!!" Dyne yelled.
"Really?! Where?!" The boy turned to see Dante standing over him.
"Uh, oh." The boy said to himself. He quickly jumped away from Dyne and ran to the living room.
"Tye." Dante said loudly. He started toward the living room.
Tye was the same size as Dyne, but had jet-black hair. His eyes were green though. He also liked his hair a bit longer than his brother did. Even though they were twins, the two boys weren't alike at all.
Dante had gotten to name the boys. They had planned on having some more kids later, he and his wife. Dante thought Dyne sounded like a good name for a strong warrior. Tye was short for Tyrant. Their mother didn't know Dante had named him that until after he was born. They hadn't expected twins. She insisted on calling him Tye for short. Dante didn't mind.
Dante sighed as he saw the Tye jumping up and down on the couch. He had his uzzi pointed at Dante.
"One more step and I'll shoot ya!" Tye said, holding the gun at Dante. Dante stopped and watched Tye. He felt something tug on his jeans.
Dyne was standing next to him, offering a water pistol.
"Here you go. I'll help take him out!" Dyne said happily.
Dante took the pistol from the little boy. Dyne quickly pulled his gun from his pocket.
"Let's get the sucka!" Dyne yelled as he ran toward the couch. Dante followed.
Tye got ready for them. As they came close to the couch, he jumped over both of their heads and landed behind them. As the two turned to begin the attack, Tye held up his gun and shot at Dante. The projectile of water sped toward Dante and hit him in the chest with deadly precision.
Dante doubled over to show he was hit. Tye showed no mercy and quickly drenched his father. Dante laid on the ground, silent.
"Dad!" Dyne said dramaticlly. The boys were very good at acting out their little battles. They sometimes acted like it was really happening. Dante always tried to be as realistic as they were.
Dyne rolled his fathers body over on his back. Dante acted like he was mortally wounded. He weakly looked up at Dyne.
"Dyne.I'm gone man.Here, take my sword." Dante said, grabbing a nearby stick the boys had obviously been using earlier that day. He handed the 'sword' to Dyne.
After handing Dyne the sword, Dante acted out a dramatic death. He layed silently with his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Dyne closed Dante's eyes. Tye smirked and gave a mean laugh.
Dyne slowly stood up, sword in hand. He looked at Tye evilly. Tye's smirk faded quickly. He pointed his gun at Dyne and shot. The spray hit his shoulder. It didn't phase Dyne at all.
"Now you're mine." Dyne said.
Tye thought this was a good time to run.
Dante peeked to see what was happening. He heard the boys yelling and saw Dyne running after Tye with the big broomstick. They were both running pretty fast, but Dyne was gaining quickly.
Finally, Dyne was only a few inches away from his brother. He swiped at Tye's legs with the stick, knocking his feet out from under him. Dante winced as he heard the boy go down. Some thuds and a crash was audible as well.
Dyne stood over his brother, sword in one hand, pistol in the other.
"I will now avenge my father's death!!" Dyne yelled. He held the sword up high and struck it into Tye's chest. Tye groaned in pain. He held the sword weakly. Dyne finished the job off with about 30 shots with the pistol to Tye's chest and head.
Dyne smiled after his brother was defeated. He walked to his fathers side, who was still laying there, motionless. "Okay, we're done." Dyne said. Dante suddenly jumped to his feet and walked over to Tye. The 'sword' was stuck in his armpit.
"Alright, bedtime now."
I hope you liked it. If you did, review please. Don't worry, I'll make it better. Tell me some ideas if you want to. Key word: REVIEW
Disclaimer: I don't own DMC, or Dante.damn. If I did though, I'd be a very happy girl!! But anyone you never heard of.I more than likely own!
Chapter 1 Meet the boys
Quote: "I will now avenge my father's death!!"
Dante was sitting on the couch watching TV. He hadn't had a job for a few months now.
"I'm bored." Dante groaned
"You can play with us." A little voice said from behind the couch.
Dante looked to see one of his sons, Dyne. He was a cute 7 year old with black hair, with a silver tuff in the front. He had bright blue eyes to go with his sweet face.
Dante smiled and propped his elbows on the back of the couch.
"Hey squirt, what's up?" Dante asked. Dyne pointed a water pistol at Dante.
"Yer hands, now." Dyne said in a playful tone.
Dante held up his hands. "You wouldn't shoot an unarmed man, would you now?" Dante asked cooly.
Dyne grinned and knodded. "You aren't unarmed."
Dante stood up, arms still in the air, and came around to the back of the couch. Dyne still had the gun pointed at him.
Dante showed that he had no weapons. He was only wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans, where'd he hide a weapon?
Dyne stared at his father for a moment, then let the gun down. He holstered it in the pocket of his jeans. He turned around and began walking away.
"Oh well, guess I'll let you go.this time."
Dante watched Dyne walk toward the kitchen triumphantly. As he entered it, Dante saw that he was jerked around the corner. He cocked his head and began walking to the kitchen.
Once there, Dante saw another boy, holding Dyne against the wall. He had a big water gun that looked like an uzzi. He had it at Dyne's chest.
"Heh, too easy. You gotta be more alert." The boy said pushing the squirt gun into Dyne's chest a little.
Dyne saw his dad standing behind his brother. Dyne pointed behind the boy. "Look! An Arcanine!!" Dyne yelled.
"Really?! Where?!" The boy turned to see Dante standing over him.
"Uh, oh." The boy said to himself. He quickly jumped away from Dyne and ran to the living room.
"Tye." Dante said loudly. He started toward the living room.
Tye was the same size as Dyne, but had jet-black hair. His eyes were green though. He also liked his hair a bit longer than his brother did. Even though they were twins, the two boys weren't alike at all.
Dante had gotten to name the boys. They had planned on having some more kids later, he and his wife. Dante thought Dyne sounded like a good name for a strong warrior. Tye was short for Tyrant. Their mother didn't know Dante had named him that until after he was born. They hadn't expected twins. She insisted on calling him Tye for short. Dante didn't mind.
Dante sighed as he saw the Tye jumping up and down on the couch. He had his uzzi pointed at Dante.
"One more step and I'll shoot ya!" Tye said, holding the gun at Dante. Dante stopped and watched Tye. He felt something tug on his jeans.
Dyne was standing next to him, offering a water pistol.
"Here you go. I'll help take him out!" Dyne said happily.
Dante took the pistol from the little boy. Dyne quickly pulled his gun from his pocket.
"Let's get the sucka!" Dyne yelled as he ran toward the couch. Dante followed.
Tye got ready for them. As they came close to the couch, he jumped over both of their heads and landed behind them. As the two turned to begin the attack, Tye held up his gun and shot at Dante. The projectile of water sped toward Dante and hit him in the chest with deadly precision.
Dante doubled over to show he was hit. Tye showed no mercy and quickly drenched his father. Dante laid on the ground, silent.
"Dad!" Dyne said dramaticlly. The boys were very good at acting out their little battles. They sometimes acted like it was really happening. Dante always tried to be as realistic as they were.
Dyne rolled his fathers body over on his back. Dante acted like he was mortally wounded. He weakly looked up at Dyne.
"Dyne.I'm gone man.Here, take my sword." Dante said, grabbing a nearby stick the boys had obviously been using earlier that day. He handed the 'sword' to Dyne.
After handing Dyne the sword, Dante acted out a dramatic death. He layed silently with his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Dyne closed Dante's eyes. Tye smirked and gave a mean laugh.
Dyne slowly stood up, sword in hand. He looked at Tye evilly. Tye's smirk faded quickly. He pointed his gun at Dyne and shot. The spray hit his shoulder. It didn't phase Dyne at all.
"Now you're mine." Dyne said.
Tye thought this was a good time to run.
Dante peeked to see what was happening. He heard the boys yelling and saw Dyne running after Tye with the big broomstick. They were both running pretty fast, but Dyne was gaining quickly.
Finally, Dyne was only a few inches away from his brother. He swiped at Tye's legs with the stick, knocking his feet out from under him. Dante winced as he heard the boy go down. Some thuds and a crash was audible as well.
Dyne stood over his brother, sword in one hand, pistol in the other.
"I will now avenge my father's death!!" Dyne yelled. He held the sword up high and struck it into Tye's chest. Tye groaned in pain. He held the sword weakly. Dyne finished the job off with about 30 shots with the pistol to Tye's chest and head.
Dyne smiled after his brother was defeated. He walked to his fathers side, who was still laying there, motionless. "Okay, we're done." Dyne said. Dante suddenly jumped to his feet and walked over to Tye. The 'sword' was stuck in his armpit.
"Alright, bedtime now."
I hope you liked it. If you did, review please. Don't worry, I'll make it better. Tell me some ideas if you want to. Key word: REVIEW