A little explanation before you read, this idea came about after a discussion with my friends about what DMC would be like with opposite genders (Vergil/Dante bitchslap contest anyone? XD). And after I came up with the idea of what if Dante was female? Which is the fic you're about to read. I'm unsure whether to keep this a oneshot or strike out for more. If so it'll probably be twincest. And hopefully some yuri in there somewhere (I mean, Lady and Nevan are in there afterall) X3
As you can tell I've glossed over some details more than others, which is how the entire fic will be written. Lots of levels with killing and not much plot can get kind of dull after all and hopefully I'll be able to twist it to make it more than just the game with a gender bending twist. And such questions as why female Dante is still called Dante will be answered if and when I continue this.
Let me know what you guys think. XD
Devil May Cry and all characters therein are unfortunately the property of Capcom.
In a rundown building, sparsely furnished and looking like it should have been knocked down years ago, a phone was ringing.
There was no rush from the occupant to pick it up, just the sound of a shower being turned off, and then slow steady footfalls as they approached the front room.
The inner door swung open, revealing a slim figure, clad in baggy, brown leather, men's pants and heavy combat boots with their fronts unzipped in a haphazard manner. A white towel was draped over their head and upper body, effectively hiding the face and torso from view. The slim hands, covered by short black biker gloves, ruffled it vigorously over the hunters hair.
Then, as the figure approached the desk the towel was thrown to one side with a dramatic flourish, revealing glimmering silver white hair that fell comfortably down to the hunters waist. Heavy rounded breasts were exposed to the cool air and swung with the woman's movements as she kicked up the chair that was lying on its side so that it landed on all four legs. She swung into it with an easy grace before banging a foot onto the desk and sending the receiver of the phone into her hand.
"Sorry," Dante's voice said huskily, with a small tone of annoyance as she leant back, "Not open for business yet."
She flung the receiver back into its place before reaching for a slice of day old pizza from the box nearby. "Huh… I haven't even picked a name out for this place yet and I'm already getting calls." she snorted with a roll of her eyes. She'd kill that chubby bastard Enzo if she found out he was the one who'd handed out the number early. They were worse than the telemarketers, potential customers she had to be somewhat polite to.
Who knew picking a name would be so damned hard? It should have been the easiest part of setting the place up. But nothing seemed to sit right, she'd gone from the weird to the downright cheesy and was none the better for it. 'Demons go Boom' didn't have commercial appeal she felt. Maybe she should just pick a good song and call it after that she pondered over a mouthful of cold pizza, maybe something by Manson.
She was derailed from that thought though as the front door was opened and someone entered.
You'd expect any other woman to be grabbing for something to be covering herself with, not Dante, she just sat there unashamedly. It wasn't like any male was going to get the better of her and if she really cared she would have locked the door in the first place.
"You a customer too? Well, if you want to use the bathroom help yourself, its in the back." she jerked her head in that direction, moving to take another bite out of the slice.
"Is your name Dante? Daughter of Sparda?" The voice was sinister, low and calculated and with an undercurrent of contempt. It made her lift her head and actually take a proper look at the man who was now walking through the room, sliding a finger along her pool table.
She arched an eyebrow, tapping her fingers on her knee, "Where did you hear that?" she asked whilst taking her measure of him. Black priest like clothing, shiny bald head, fucking ugly scar and mismatched eyes. Yeah, definitely one of the crazy ones, trust her luck. She always attracted the weirdoes, this guy was probably from some cult. She'd had a few before, from those who wanted to worship her (not so bad but occassionally annoying) and those who thought she'd make a good sacrifice to Satan (pretty damned funny). Either that or he wanted her to join, hell no, she didn't have the money to waste on anything other than pizza and tomato juice right now.
"From your brother…"
Well that definitely caught her attention. Vergil… that bastard. She hadn't seen him in about a year now, and their last meeting had been non too friendly. He'd taken a good few inches off her hair and more.
"He sent this invitation for you.." the man continued, his eyes focused on the amulet that hung around Dante's neck, definitely a freak if he wasn't looking at her boobs, "Please… accept it." He smiled eerily, his feet having carried him to the front of the desk as he yapped on.
Dante's pale blues missed nothing as he reached down and with inhuman strength flipped the desk up,. She easily went with the momentum, executing a back flip and coming down onto one knee, snatching Ivory from the air and aiming her at the exact spot where the creep was stood in one fluid motion.
Or at least, where he'd been stood she realised. He'd vanished.
She climbed to her feet and reached out just in time to catch the pizza box as it fell down from the ceiling, not dropping one precious slice of the heavenly food. "Invitation huh?" She picked up the slice she'd been busy eating before, tilting her head back languidly to take a bite. All the while her senses tingled with the growing force of demons massing outside.
A tremor shook the office as suddenly the front door exploded as skeletal, robed figures rushed in, scythes flying and piercing her torso, arms and legs in a spray of scarlet. Fuck, she'd just wanted to finish the slice first.
Narrowing her eyes she jerked back her right arm and showed it hard, open-palmed into the face of the demon in front of her, sending it flying back where it collapsed in a cloud of sand against the wall. She caught the things head as it rebounded, spinning it on her finger amusedly like it was a macabre basketball. Letting the skull drop she began walking forward, uncaring of the blades still stuck in her to the confounding of the other demons. One of whom still hung doggedly onto his weapon, being dragged along as she walked forward like an undone shoelace.
She kicked it off and used the blade lodged in her arm to decapitate it, ignoring where Ebony lay gleaming on the ground she picked up a slice of pizza from the box. Only then did she begin removing the blades callously, not even letting out a gasp of pain.
She smirked as she reached her beloved, cranky jukebox, tossing another blade back to knock the ceiling fan down and get rid of a few more demons, enjoying their shreiks as they died.
"Its time to rock!" Dante declared dramatically and hit the button of her favourite track… to no avail. She scowled at the thing angrily, she was trying to put on a show here! "Work, work you stubborn bastard!" she mumbled under her breath determinedly, jabbing it again and again until in a fit of impatience she just hit the damn thing. To her delight hardcore rock music began to pour out of the speakers despite the dent and crackling electricity.
She tossed back her head, silver hair flying and tapped her foot in time with the beat. She wasn't unaware of the closing demons though, stuffing her pizza in her mouth she swung her fist back and turned. Beginning the process of taking them all out, with style!
Nothing less would do.
She'd purposefully left a blade lodged in her arm for just that, and she swung it purposefully, slicing and dicing each of the ugly fuckers with ease. She was the epitome of unholy grace, silver hair flying as she ducked and weaved, eventually losing the blade and scooping her beloved, custom guns into her hands and pumping the demons full of lead. Then she hit upon a bright idea, and executed it with gusto.
"Whoohooo!" she yelled delightedly as she used one like a surfboard, spinning round to shoot demon after demon, unconsciously nicknamed scythes now in her mind because of their weapons until she went up her now broken pool table, flying through the air and coming crashing down on the thing. Sending each of the balls up as id from a catapult.
The balls flying through the air even gave her a crazy idea and on a whim she shot the white ball, sending it knocking into its compatriots before the brightly coloured missiles pummelled into the awaiting scythes. She'd have to remember that the next time she was in a bar and a drunk tried to hit on her. The sober ones knew better by now.
Then Dante reached up her hand, her other favourite toy falling into her grasp as if summoned. Rebellion, a sword inherited from her father, large, broad and decorated with a horned skull motif it was the proof that Dante wasn't a normal woman. No normal woman could even hope to lift it.
The grinning half-demon leapt into action, cutting through sycthes as if they were butter. Letting out a deluge of blows to clear her brand new bulding of its pests. And when her office was cleared she grabbed her red leather coat and strode out into the street, fastening it around herself as he went. It was far from modest, the hem short around the front, barely level with her bellybutton and longer at the back, going down to her feet like a trench. A gun holster was threaded through, wrapping around her chest and providing some small binding for her breasts.
In other words, at least in Dante's opinion, it made her pretty damned hot. A look that was all her own.
Her overall style was like that, the oversized men's trousers that slung low on her hips, the biker gloves. Rebellious and displaying a sense of exhibitionism. Most would say she was tomboy at first glance if her hair had a shorter cut. Which of course she was, long hair didn't mean a damned thing. She was an anomaly, something outside the bounds of normal human society and she was damned proud of it.
In the street she began her deadly dance anew, a whirlwind of steel and bullets. A red blur that delivered death with a smirk and exhalted cry of bloodlust inspired joy. This was what she lived for!
Suddenly in the midst of her fight the ground shook and she almost lost balance. She looked up with wide eyes to see an enormous tower erupt from the earth. Going up, up until it was taller than a lot of skyscrapers. "Holy shit." she muttered, momentarily pausing in her fight to watch as the dust settled and the sky turned an ominous shade of red. The sheer wealth of dark energies being generated by the thing made her feel faint, but at the same time strangely elated. Calling to her supernatural heritage in a way that only her twin had ever done before. Or perhaps the first time she'd clasped her chubby, child hands around Rebellion's hilt. It was a sense of awe, a call that made her innermost desires struggle to rise to the forefront of her mind.
She shuddered, before shaking it off and raising her sword again with a smirk.
That must be where the party was at, she thought as she began to carve her way there. "Its been nearly a year since we last met," she called upwards as she approached, "Where does the time go?"
She came to a stop after a swing disintergrated the last demon in sight, her head tilted back and looking at the summit with interest, silver blue eyes gleaming with the rush of adrenaline and bloodlust. "No doubt you've got some fun planned for me? Right Vergil!"she yelled with a grin, ignoring a lone scythe as it cowardly retreated behind her and sheathing her sword.
Her arms spread wide as she walked forward along the ruined street, an open challenge to her older twin brother. This was going to be fun!