This is a fanfic I started a year ago that I found on my laptop. I found it and decided to try and continue it.. maybe. If I have the attention span to. x.x

Prolog- The Voice

Darkness covered the black sky, it showed of a bad omen in a way. Trickling rain fell from the sky like tears from a mourning maiden. The fairing maiden known as the sky let out a crashing sound of pain.

People ran on the sidewalk, trying to avoid the falling precipitation. They ran into buildings, into subway tunnels; any where they could be sheltered.

Few walked calmly and coolly through the maiden's anger. When people jumped at the sound of the thunder, some people would smirk and, or, snicker. They cuddled their jackets and coats close to them. Or lovers snuggled and held each other for warmth. A young boy was carried in his mother's arms.

It was a cold day indeed.

But one man was nor cold.

He sat in the building with red neon lights that just flickered on. He sat in a wooden chair (his favorite one, mind you), leaning on its back legs and feet propped up on the table.

He held cool smirk on his face and his hands on his neck, tapping his fingers on top of one another. He was bobbing his head to the music that played from his music box which started skipping.

He muttered, not letting the smirk leave his face. "Ehhhh." He moaned followed by a long yawn, "Ain't gonna bother."

A red jacket hung on a coat rack close by, a long with a sword leaning against his desk. Two guns lay side by side on his desk, one black and the other silver.

The neon lights outside blinked, the words said, "Devil May Cry", and it was run by none other then Devil Hunter Dante.

Dante stretched his arms in front of him and cracked his knuckles. Just by his expression you could tell he was bored.

Then again, when wasn't he?

"Man… no calls about demons, no nothing!" He huffed, and crossed his arms over his chest tightly. "Even a kitten in a tree would be fun… damn…" He paused then blurted, "and why am I talking to myself?!"

A little voice in his head answered, "Because you're an idiot?"

"Moi" Dante said in a shocked voice, but the sarcasm stuck sharply.

"Yes you." The voice answered. "Go out and do something!"

"Oh? Tell me one my dear little voice."

"Find your own mission!"

"WAAAAY too much work," Dante chuckled and shut his eyes.

"Go out?"

One eye opened with curiosity and an eyebrow shot up. He repeated, "Out?"

The voice piped up, "Yeah if you get what I am saying."

"I don't think the girls would be up," Dante had both eyes open and rubbed his chin, "Neither would the guys, but, what the hell? Why not get the kid!" Dante slid his chair back and let his booted feet hit the ground with a thud.

"That's the spirit!" The voice cheered. Then the voice was silent.

Dante put Ebony and Ivory in his drawer and Rebellion on the wall with care. He grabbed his jacket and flung it over his shoulder, trying to show off a cool imagine.

And that imagine ended horribly wrong.

He hit off the lamp on his desk. The lamp cord was around the phone on his desk and that went tumbling off and fell to the ground hard. The motion of the objects falling reflected to the old, trashy music box and it shut off completely.

Dante had turned and seen the whole thing. His eye twitched slightly. He walked back words out of the shop and into the night without a word.

Note:

Now we all know why Dante acts so dumb at times; he listens to that stupid little voice in his head.

Maybe the idiotic and childish ways build up so much it made a voice?

Major question;

Do we wanna know?