Ok, I don't own these characters.
So what?
Oh yeah, they're copyright of Capcom.
I don't own em, I'm jus borrowin em!
Have you ever realised how arrogant game characters are? I mean, they never die, they always win, they have awesome powers and weapons plus the ability to pause their lives as they're inches away from death, so that the player can examine the situation and prepare a lightning-fast save as soon as they un-pause the game.
Anyway, try to understand my point here, I'll give you an example;
I'm in my room. Still baby pink from the last time my Dad painted it... when I was 4 YEARS OLD! Though, I try to ignore that fact, and have posters of vampires, demons, Dante and Resident Evil on my walls. Scary and pink. Sigh
Sitting down on the creaky pleather chair, I crack my knuckles (Something that drives my mother crazy) and start to type.
It was a dark and stormy night
I pause then frown. Backspacebackspacebackspacebackspacebackspacebackspacebackspacebackspace...
Dante hated rain.
I chew my lip and then smile. That seemed alright, I guess.
Dante hated rain.
Picking himself up off the wet stone floor, he wondered why it was that creepy-crawlies chose dank, dark, run-down castles with no roof to live in. Honestly, if they had the time to try and kill him, then they obviously could find the time to find a good place to... haunt?
"Is that really the best you can do?" Dante grinned and spun the hilt of Forge Edge in his hand, "After so long, I thought you might have actually improved, Cerberus."
The giant dog snorted and rammed a massive paw into the ground, raking it's claws through the cobblestones. They were uprooted like daisies and flew behind the hellish dog as if it were digging a hole. Shaking it's central head, Cerberus grinned,
"Oh, I'm only getting warmed up, mortal."
Using it's hind legs on the rear wall, it launched itself at Dante. Hearing the stone wall creaking under the force, Dante leapt to the side, rolled and dealt a powerful swip across the cheek of Cerberus's left head. It swung around and howled in pain.
"Congratulations, Cerbs. I've decided to make you the guest of honor at my next "Good luck in your next life" party."
Momentarily blinded on it's left side, Dante leapt onto Cerberus's left leg, then onto the central head, ramming his sword deep into the giant black dog and quickly jumping off. Cerberus was still for a moment. With his back to it, Dante sheathed Force Edge,
"Lay down, Fido."
With a grunt, the dog crumpled to the floor, twitching. Dante turned back around, walking up to the collar of the dog and ripping something small and shiny from the black leather. Cerberus growled.
"Play dead." Dante said distractedly, still examining the blue orb from Cerberus's collar. Cerberus's heads suddenly fell to the side with a trio of crashes. Dante threw the orb into the air and caught it in the same hand, putting it in his pocket. He turned around and walked towards the far door, which he had been trying to reach before Cerberus had decided to play fetch with him.
At the doorway, he paused, smiling,
"Good Dog."
Concordia skidded across the hallways, freezing as she felt the Amara Sapphire fade from her mind; no longer attatched to her familiar.
Someone was here, in the chambers of Hell, and they'd taken the jewel.
Hades was very protective of his home, especially since he'd stepped up after Mundus's defeat. He'd made that very clear. The current Lord of Darkness was many things, though subtle and forgiving was not in his list of virtues. If he discovered that some treasure-hunter had stolen the jewel on her watch, she'd be worse than dead.
Halting momentarily to listen, the Demoness noticed that the sounds of the fight had ended. Abruptly. Had her dog won?
Silently drawing her Sais, she drew against the wall to listen.
He'd barely left Cerberus, when Dante encountered another roadblock;
About 5"9, Black hair, crimson eyes, black leather and two very sharp, very silver, Wazikashis.
"Going somewhere, Mortal?" The Demon grinned and spun his swords.
"Off to cause chaos, as per usual."
"Fancy that." Leaping to the side, the Demon ran across the wall and flipped, shoving a sword hilt-deep into Dante's chest. He smiled and sank the other sword into him as well. Wincing slightly, Dante staggered backwards.
"Pax, at your service..." The Demon frowned, looking at the swords then back up at Dante again. "You really should have learnt to be faster."
With a right hand that would have done Hercules proud, Dante sent the Demon into the side wall of the corridor. He hit it with a smack and fell to the floor, dazed,
"What?"
"You'd think that after so long, you people would learn." Dante winced and tugged a sword out of his chest with a metallic grind. Instantly, the wound was healed. He flipped it in his hand, looking at it, then threw it at the Demon. Unprepared, it hit him in the shoulder blade with a 'thunk'. He stumbled for a moment, then Dante threw back his other sword, catching him on his arm. "Fast enough for you?"
With a cry of pain, the Demon wrenched the Wazikashi in his shoulder free, snarling,
"Oh, you'll pay for that little boy!" He leapt to her feet. Drawing Force Edge out of nowhere Dante stopped the silver blade inches from his nose. Gritting his teeth, the Demon tried harder to overpower him. After all, he was only a mortal! Though, try as he might, the sword didn't budge a millimeter.
"What are you?" He hissed.
"If I had a dollar for every time someone asked me that..." Dante pushed the Wazikashi away and spun, Force Edge cutting through the air. Not fast enough, it went through the Demon's abdomen. Gasping, he leapt back, the sword wound healed instantly.
"You'll have to do better than-" His words were stopped by rapid gunshots. Jerking, he froze in the silence that followed, then crumpled to the ground. A white-heeled boot stepped over him with an audible 'clink'. Gaze travelling up the knee-high boot, Dante took in the matching silver Sais at the woman's hips, then the smoking silver guns in her hands. She smiled tightly,
"I see you've met my brother." She released the empty chambers of her guns. They fell either side of the Demon on the floor like brass precipitation. The white-haired woman looked almost exactly like the dead Demon on on the floor, though somewhat more feminine. "He doesn't take to my bullets particularly well."
"And my bullets aren't good enough?"
The woman took two more clips out of the inside of her white coat and shrugged,
"Depends on if your bullets are solid silver, dual-core with mercury and Holy water."
As a gun-ower, Dante wasn't impressed. He could get them... when he could afford them. They cost a hell of a lot more than simple silver, even mono-core with either mercury or Holy water was hard to come by these days. Something told him that her supplier wasn't all-together legal.
"If they were?"
"Then I wouldn't have had to waste 12 of my bullets on him."
"Are you expecting a thankyou?" His tone of voice told her that she had a snowball's chance in Hell of getting one from him. She snapped the clips of her guns back into place and holstered on at her hip, next to the Sai,
"Actually, it wasn't a thankyou that I wanted..." She raised a silver and white gun and extended a hand, "It was the pretty little diamond in your pocket."
"I thought it was a Sapphire a moment ago."
With a yelp, my heart tries to crawl out of my mouth. When I stop it from galloping around my ribcage, I throw a book at the person who had been reading over my shoulder,
"Let's re-cap... what have I told you about sneaking up on me when I'm writing?"
"How sweet, you're giving me orders?"
Turning around, I see he's holding the book in the position it had been when he caught it. Half an inch from the side of his head. Flipping it, he grins,
"Missed me."
Muttering, I go back to my writing. Backspacebackspacebackspacebackspacebackspacebackspace...
"Actually, it wasn't a thankyou that I wanted..." She raised a silver and white gun and extended a hand, "It was the pretty little diamond sapphire in your pocket."
"Sorry to disappoint you." In a blur he bent her hand to the side, making her drop her gun, and twisted her arm behind her back. "Ever heard of 'finders keepers'?"
"Is this story actually going anywhere?" He sighs from the edge of my bed. I stop typing,
"Yes. Now shut the hell up."
"But..."
At that but, the room falls silent. Icy stalactites drip from the ceiling and the mirror cracks, ice crystals dancing across the surface... I turn around,
"But?" I laugh dangerously. "Did I just hear a "but"? Are you actually criticizing my writing?"
"No. Just a few... suggestions."
I crack my neck and take a breath, suddenly calm again. The temperature drops back to normal in the blink of an eye. If there's one thing that I pride myself on, it's my anger management. Besides... I can write something embaressing into the story later... when he's not looking.
Hahaha.
"Ok, what are they?" I ask.
"First of all, I wouldn't use Force Edge for that fight. Alastor would be more effective. Second, I can't fight Cerberus again, I already killed him years ago."
I look at him, then back at the computer again. Giving up, I open another document,
"Alright, Dent. Who are you fighting?"
Pacing on my carpet, he shakes his head,
"Not fighting... coming home from a fight." He looked up, "But keep the rain bit at the beginning. I don't like rain."
"What a coincedence." I mutter and start to write again.
Dante hated rain.
He shuddered as a small stream of water trickled down his back. Why had it not crossed his mind to buy a building with a verandah? Even from the street, Devil May Cry looked cold, dark and uninviting.
Why was it that creepy-crawlies chose cold, wet and moonless nights to stalk around the city? Particularly a certain breed of blood-fetished puppets that shall remain nameless...
"Marris..." He growled, "Why is it always the Marris?"
Despite numb fingers and wringing wet clothes, Dante pushed his key into the lock of DMC. Pushing the door open, he was greeted with the scent of home - old dishes and dust. He shut the door firmly behind him and dropped his bag of ammo next to the doormat.
He walked through to the the part of the building where he actually lived, shedding clothes like a snake shedding skin. He kicked off his boots into the living room. (Of course, being full of water, the spray went everywhere.) He really had to clean this place up sometime. It was starting to look like... well... a tip. He shrugged to himself - his large red coat slid off his broad shoulders and he caught it as it slid down his arms, flopping it on the banister of the stairs to dry. He trudged up the stairs; cold, wet and irritated, but feeling lighter.
He was momentarily surprised when he saw the black cat sitting on the top of the stairway. Momentarily. He continued his trudge up the stairs; this cat had been mysteriously appearing in DMC for the past two months or so and nothing bad had happened so far. He'd figured it must have been a stray or something... either that or it liked his piles of mess.
"Fine." He muttered as he stepped over it, "Stay. I'm not going to break anything else throwing it at you. Shed all you want, but I'm going to bed."
It looked up at him with huge green lamp-like eyes and blinked.
"Merrow?"
Stopping Dante kicked it lightly out of the way,
"Now buzz off before I change my mind."
It jumped nimbly on the banister and started walking gracefully down the stairs, where it landed gently on its feet. Both Dante and the cat, freakishly at the same moment, stretched and yawned, then the cat curled up on the worn couch and closed it's eyes.
Dante could feel his muscles stiffening as he took off his shoulder holster and let it clunk to the floor of his bedroom. He was definately going to hurt tomorrow. He saw his bed blissfully unmade and comfortable, and he let himself fall like a drunk onto the mattress.
"Am I interrupting somthing?"
By my left shoulder I see Dent jump about three feet into the air. I turn to the audience,
"And he says I'm a wimp..." Turning back to Virgil, I jerk a thumb in Dent's direction. "You're going to give him a heart attack some day."
"Aww.. did I surprise you, baby brother?" He smirks, "Maybe I should leave you two... alone."
"Keep that up and I'll make you a bum living in a dumpster." I growl. Dent sits back on the edge of the bed,
"Jealous?"
"Of what? You!"
"AyeBees writing a story... about me."
Virgil looks visibly hurt for a moment, then he leans against my doorframe. I feel kinda bad that he always got left out all of the time; always typecast as the bad guy. It crossed my mind... what if I made him a good guy for once?
Dent wouldn't like it. Hmmm... all the more incentive...
"I'm probably not in it... right?" He asks.
"Yes." "No." Dent and I answer at exactly the same time.
"Really?" Virgil ignores his brother.
"Yes."
"No!" Dent looks sulky, "This is my story."
"Dent, you're acting like a spoilt brat."
Virgil and Dent exchange an icy glare then Virgil takes a seat on my window-seat.
"We obviously haven't missed anything then." Trish and Lucia walk in, holding coffee. "Can I be in it, please?" Trish asks sweetly.
"Certainly."
She darkens slightly,
"And for once, I don't want to fall in love with that lazy-arsed lump!"
Heads turn in Dante's direction. He looks around innocently,
"What?"
"I'll see what I can do." I rub life back into my fingers and continue to type...