The Lull
A DMC fan fiction
Synopsis: Dante finds himself in an outlandish town where the residents are not what they seem. He has to save the humans and condemn the ones who aren't, and what the hell is up with Trish in this story anyways. Set between DMC4 and DMC2 (that still sounds odd.) Please forgive my terrible English, I only speak English! But seriously I suck at writing in my own mother tongue.
Humor/Horror/general some oc/oc but only a little because damn it. I said so.
"Hello, devil may cry." Dante held the receiver to his ear, as usual another customer without a password.
"Sorry pal. That's just not my thing." He threw the receiver in the air not even glancing as it fell perfectly into place.
Business was slow lately, and there were only boring mercenary missions, he was aware that he was the envy of every other mercenary in the area, but Jesus Christ he'd kill for another mission with anything CLOSE to supernatural.
Luckily he didn't have to.
The phone rang again and again and again, Dante picked up the receiver.
"Devil may cry" those were the magic words, the ones that he knew he would hear for the rest of his life.
"Hey calm down. Let me get a pen." He scrawled the information on a note that was lying on the table. He hung up.
"Trish!" he called, there was no response. Dante blew some strands of white hair away from his face "Trish!" he called again.
Dante grew impatient, getting up from his seat he walked up the staircase, the stairs creaked a bit under his weight.
Reaching Trish's room he knocked, there was nothing she mustn't have been in.
Dante grinned at this rare opportunity to invade her room, he pushed the unlocked door.
"Whoops! Seems a random gust of wind has opened the door!" he snickered to himself wandering into her room
"I seem to have lost something I wonder where it is!" he was making childish excuses, and again there was another round of laughter.
There was a miniature DVD player and an envelope on her bed, the envelope was addressed to Dante.
He sat down on her bed, the room was nicely decorated, anyone but Dante would have appreciated the décor, and he found more comfort in the fact that his ass was planted on her expensive bed sheets. He placed the DVD player on his lap picking up the disk and putting it in.
Trish's face appeared on the screen, she was smiling, Ombra was slung over her shoulder by her left arm. Dante's stomach sunk, he had a horrible, horrible feeling.
"Dante…" Trish was smiling still "I know you're in my room now." She paused as her smile grew wider, and Dante's stomach sunk lower.
"We'll I'm just going to say it now, I'm taking a break again and I have your credit card."
Dante sighed it could have been worse he supposed.
"I'm going to Fiji, maybe get a tan." She continued, and Dante scoffed. Fiji? Without him? What bull! She didn't even need a tan, she could shape shift, if she could get her tone as dark as it was as Gloria she didn't even need Fiji.
"What I'm trying to say is that I'm going to have a break from you. Maybe you should find another person to partner with, maybe Nero or Lady." she moved to switch the camera off but paused "Oh and I left some food in plastic containers for you marked for each day of the week, incase you want to stop eating pizza anytime soon..." She paused again "…and don't ruffle my bed sheets, leave them tidy." She switched off the camera.
Dante sighed "Yeah ma, I'll miss you tucking me in at night." He murmured with a heavily sarcastic tone.
He walked to the living room, kicking trash and pizza boxes out of the way there was a crunch of glass that came from under his boots somewhere but he paid it no attention.
Pulling out the note from in his pocket, he read the address or really just the town name.
Dante reached for his phone, dialing in lady's mobile phone number.
"Hello."
"Hey, lady it's moi…" Dante smiled trying to think of the most obnoxious way to ask her "…I was wondering since you don't have anything to do."
"No Dante, I'm actually quite busy." Her voice was dangerously low; he must've caught her on a very busy day.
"Oh and here I was going to invite you to a little mission, Y'know?" he toyed with the paper
"I'm going to hang up now."
"Whoa, slow down babe you're breaking my heart!" he grabbed at his chest in joking manner. The sound of the dial tone rung through his ears, she had hung up on him.
"shit."
Naturally Nero was the last person he would call, but desperate time call for desperate measures. Dante dialed in the number half hoping that he wouldn't pick up.
He did though.
"Hey" Nero answered
"Hey kid it's me!" Dante was cheerful, this made Nero uneasy.
"Oh…it's you." Nero was not pleased
"Are you going to break my heart too?" Dante said jokingly
"Huh?" Nero's confusion was evident through his speech
"Inside joke… hey I'm bored."
"Then rent porn, I dunno."
"Actually that's why I called you."
"I hope this just means you want my magazines."
"Actually, I just got a phone call for a mission and I want to take a partner."
"This isn't a better or worse kinda thing is it?"
"No not like that I'm talking strictly business here."
"So why me?"
"Listen kid, Lady's pissed and Trish is in Fiji, now get your ass and your glowing arm here or I will bring you here myself."
"Trish is in Fiji? Why aren't you in Fiji? Stay just to annoy me?"
"Drop the subject, okay?"
"Ditch you?" Nero laughed
"…Yes"
"Okay fiiine, I'm coming and I better get paid."
"That's only if you don't screw up."
"I won't, if anyone screws up it's you old man." He hung up.
"That little punk…" Dante tossed the phone onto the receiver.
It was sometime before Nero arrived carting the Red queen and Blue rose.
Dante grinned, rebellion already slung over his back, with ebony and ivory already in their holsters. He held Pandora's Box with his right hand.
"Planning on taking anything else to court?" Nero smirked
"Don't diss my suitcase!" Dante answered back playfully
Dante moved to where he kept all his devil arms, surveying the ones he believed would be appropriate. He rarely used Alastor anymore, no need with rebellion at the moment.
Nero approached the sword, and eyed it with curiosity.
"Sweet blade, looks like it could do some real damage"
"I would know." Dante smirked, remembering the large gash it had produced when it attempted to subdue him.
Nero reached out touch it, the sword responded with a few warning sparks, Nero pulled his arm back in shock.
"What was that?"
Dante chuckled "I think it he likes you!"
"H-he?" Nero watched the blade with a newfound respect.
Dante picked up Ifrit, putting the fiery gauntlets on, flames danced around his arms as Ifrit awoke once again from its boredom induced sleep.
Nero never knew Dante was such a collector of such things, he only assumed his collection was smaller.
Nero was dismayed by the diminutive size of his own demonic armory.
Dante smiled "looks like Alastor might rust up if I leave him here, say kid wanna have a crack at it?" Honestly Dante only asked because he felt guilty for leaving Alastor, he had promised to use him every so often.
Nero looked at Dante, mouth agape he wasn't sure if he should after all it seemed pretty dangerous.
"Okay, but can I take the guitar too?" Nero hoped he could, it looked so cool.
Dante smirked "if you want to, but I expect them back in good condition!" If Nero wanted to use Nevan it was fine, but Dante knew he would get the shock of his life.
Nero absorbed Alastor through the devil bringer, he was glad transporting things was such an easy task for him.
He picked up Nevan, plucking some of the strings, watching wave after wave of electricity surge from the demonic instrument.
Nevan purred, the guitar's voice met Nero's ears, he nearly dropped it.
"My, my who's this strapping young fellow?"
The hairs on the back of Nero's neck stood up "Dante, I think you guitar is hitting on me." He handed it back to him; Dante placed it back next to his instrument kit.
"Let's rock." Dante kicked down the front door to his shop, watching as they flew across the street. He always found that highly amusing.
Nero quirked an eyebrow "why did you do that."
"Hey! I'm not the one who has to replace them."
Poor Enzo, poor, poor Enzo, there was no pity for Enzo.
Chapter end