Disclaimer: Well folks, I shall come out and say I do not own Devil May Cry at all. That is someone else.
Just A Bad Dream…Right?
"Ugh…Note to self: no more double shots of whiskey." Came the whisper of a person atop the steps of an unknown building as they woke from a hard nights sleep. It looked old, and condemned, the doors blown off it seems. The person turned their attention away from this building to face forward yet came face to face with a man standing not two feet away, staring downward at the unknown figure before him.
His hair came down just over his piercing blue eyes, white in color, and reaching just at the base of his neck. He would be shirtless if not for the intricately designed red trench coat around him, and what looked like a black or brown leather strap across his chest within said coat. His pants were, gray if not black, baggy and tucked within his boots, which looked to have zippers instead of laces. His hands sported fingerless gloves, and within one hand held a sword of a quite disturbing design. If he were to turn around the person would see a pair of pistols, one black and the other silver. This man had his eyebrow arched as if to say, "Who the hell are you?" though the question never voiced.
Wiping the sleep and dizziness from their eyes, the figure shakily stood up and proceeded to their surroundings. It was dusk, all round the downed shop was rubble, and signs of battle strewn across the street. "Damn…what hit this part of town…in fact, where the hell am I? One minute I'm in bed passed out the next I wake up here. Ugh my head's killing me." The person thought while signs of a hangover made itself known, if their hand clutching their head in slight unease was any indication. Looking down do a self-check, nearly fell down in shock of what became of their former appearance, for what shouldn't be there, was indeed there. "Alright…I don't remember having…those." Yes folks, this person has come to find they have breasts. "Well this is a shock - Eep!" Came their voice of shock, hands clasped over the mouth, though what was shocking to the person was it no longer had the manly tone it once had, no, for it now holds the delicate, serene sound of a maiden. Eyes wide staring at said hands, once so roughly calloused, now soft, feminine by looks.
Frantically looking for a reflective surface yet finding none, decided to reach for the man's sword, much to the man's annoyance yet amused fascination. Staring back at the person was the reflection of a woman, though what was bizarre or at least more bizarre was the fact that the eyes though wide from shock looked of an icy green, piercingly eerie, while around her eyelids looked to be painted with black eyeliner, in fact if she were to close her eyes, you'd think you were looking at empty eye sockets. The hair was as black as night which would reach just at her back, was held in a way where one side had most of it parted to the left of her head, while the rest remained at the left side just falling past her chin-line, all while being held in place by a black bandana with a pirate type insignia at the forehead. Her lips looked to have black lipstick. The man took hold of his sword from this female who dared use it as a personal mirror. Looking down once again, the female took notice of her new attire. A unique corset-type tank top greeted her gaze coming just above her belly button; a zipper in the middle going from top to bottom thankfully zipped up. Around the zipper the color red faded to black just before reaching the sides to around towards the back of the top. Covering that was a black open trench coat, which came down to about around her ankles. Her pants were black, baggy yet hugged her hips, with pockets on the sides at the knee. She had a studded belt around her waist, and a chain on the left side running from the front down the side of the thigh to the back, both ends attached to the belt loops. Said pants fell around her combat style boots, not too much to be a burden but enough to show nothing above the ankles.
To say that the man within her presence was mesmerized would be kind of an understatement, but he wouldn't let her know that…at least not all of it. "So hot-stuff…who exactly are you, and why was a halfling like you passed out in front of my shop?" He asked, although it sounded a bit both amused and irritatingly intriguing. Broken out of her trance, she looked at him with a defeated, almost sorrowful look. "I-I…don't know anymore. I mean I thought I knew but now that I look at myself…I'm not so sure that what I knew even existed…wait…what do you mean by halfling, and who are you anyway?"
He smirked bemusedly, before responding with a slight chuckle, "Well…my name is Dante, a demon hunter, and you lady, are a halfling, in other words a half demon."
"A half demon?! Oh just great, something else to add to my obvious stress, you know this is just turning out to be one big nightmare. Wait! That's it! This is all just one bad dream! I'm not really here…I'm asleep in bed, in my nice cozy bed, so I'll just pinch myself and wake up!" She rambled on, just amusing this Dante even further, before proceeding with her pinching idea. "Ow!" Apparently realizing the reality of her situation, " Oh my god…this isn't a dream…what the hell did I do to deserve this?" She was almost about to break down, when she heard the stifled fit of laughter coming from Dante. Turning her slumped head in his direction with a glare so icy it could freeze lava. "And just what…is so goddamn funny?" Her voice filled with repressed hatred. That did it for him…he couldn't hold it in any longer, he wasn't just laughing, no, he was flat out cackling like something just so comical happened in front of him that it reduced him to holding his sides.
Needless to say she was pissed, so much so she acted on impulse and swung her left fist toward his face. He caught this action stepped back dodging the punch, grabbed his sword then let it swing downward. She turned her body to avoid the slash, then with her left foot driving the sword deeper into the ground, using it as a vault did a clockwise 540 turn in mid-air, planting her right foot on the hilt, and used her left foot to kick the side of his face making him let go of his sword and send him flying against his own shop. She then lands after a quick 180, grabbing the sword, and in one quick motion, wrenches it from the ground and hurls it in Dante's direction, connecting and sticking out of the wall just next to his irritatingly amused, smirking face. "Hn…you know, I knew there was something good about you," He started, in that mockingly amused way of his "you're a good fighter…though," He then reached for his prized guns "not good en-" He paused mid-sentence realizing one was missing. He looked back at her and found her examining a pistol…not just any pistol his pistol! "Hmm…Ebony eh?" She mused, as she looked the weapon over, before tossing it back his way.
"Ok…so maybe I took it too easy on you." He said, catching his gun mid-flight then returning it to its position on his back. Taking his sword from the wall and placing it on his back, he walks toward her with a questioning look. "So what should I call you lady?" the question catching her off guard. "Uh…uh…well," she began, stumbling on thinking of a name, before she blurted out the first thing that popped into her mind "Yvette!"
Chuckling at the idea, "heheh, Yvette?"
"What…I like that name." She said crossing her arms, pouting childishly.
Seeing this he almost burst out laughing again before remember the last encounter they both shared when that happened. "No it's good, I just didn't think that would have been a choice. By the way…have you ever used a gun?"
"Um…actually…no, I don't even know how I did any of…that." Came her response, reluctant but truthful. He blinked, several times. "You mean to tell me…that you defended yourself like that on-"
"On…impulse, yes." She finished, with a sheepish look.
Sighing heavily he turned and headed towards his damaged shop, stopping after a few steps to say, "You coming?" before regaining his trudge toward said shop. The girl now named Yvette regains her composure and races to catch up, curious as to why he wants her to follow him. "Ok…first I wake up in a strange place, turned into a girl that looks like she came from a Halloween or Goth party, I still can't fully believe that half demon crap…I mean, really, demons? What does he think I am…four? Although…if the whole suddenly being female is weird yet somehow a reality…how can I just all of a sudden shoot down the concept of being half demon as well? I mean if it is indeed true…I don't want to meet the one that destroyed the front of this building!" So caught in her thoughts, was she, that she almost ran into an un-moving Dante. Taking notice that they were inside what looked like another war-zone, she whistled in awe of the destruction. "Just what the hell hit this place?" Asking quietly to herself and she scanned the room.
Debris, pool balls and paper strewn across the floor, on one side of the room was half a pool table, a few amps, a couple guitars, and some cymbals, while in the corner stood a damaged Jukebox. The other side of the room had the other half of the pool table, and a stairway up to the second level of the place where Dante can be seen entering. At the back of the shop lay a fallen desk against the wall, top facing the front of the shop, beside it was a door, which she could only hope was a bathroom. Walking toward it, she almost opened it before Dante poke his head through the second story doorway to say, "Oh…by the way, if nature ca-" he began before noticing Yvette about to enter where he was about to suggest. "Uh…never mind." She shrugged it off before continuing her trek towards privacy and relief. Needless to say thirty to forty minutes later, coming out of the bathroom with a mad blush on her face, obviously having to figure out how…women…let's just say how they do their business, to come into a room where an impatiently waiting Dante stood, holding another sword and a couple of different pistols.
"Why didn't I notice I was wearing a thong!?" She screamed in her thoughts. Dante took notice of her entrance and almost berated her for taking so long before noting the furious blush she wore. "Heh, well what has you so flustered?"
She jumped at the sound of his voice. "Uh…nothing! Just…had a little…uh…mishap that's all!" she responded blushing even worse if possible."Great, nice choice of words…now he's going to think you pissed yourself!"
"Hehe…well it probably couldn't be helped, I mean it's not like I had any female visitors so I never really could let the toilet seat down on reflex." She stared at him before realizing what he said could be a good cover. "Uh…yeah…I guess I can't hold that against you…much." She said putting on the act, to see if it worked.
"Anyway, here." He picked up the sword and tossed it to her, which she fumbled with before getting a good grasp on it. At the end of the sword's hilt was a small skull with tiny horns in polished silver; in it's own way it looked like that of a demon skull. The guard fanned out at the base like a bat wing type talon on both sides, before shifting downward immediately into almost a dagger-like state, the intricate designs on it was Germanic in nature, or so it seemed. The blade itself, jutted out of the guard and fanned out slightly at both sides before ever slowly curving inward on itself, before curving back outwards at a much smaller margin than it had from the guard, finally rounding off near the end to come to a sharp spear-like point. "Wow…this…is…awesome!" She said, staring at it like a kid who just unwrapped a Christmas present. Nodding at her in amusement over he moment of awe, he tosses her the two guns, which due to still hold the sword had a little trouble catching them. As soon as she situated the sword to rest on her back, she grasped both guns in hand, both looking to be a type of revolver. She looked at him questioningly as to what these were.
"They're both 1955 .357 Magnums. 12 ½ inches I think." He answered the unspoken question. "And as for why I gave you that sword, you'll be needing it when things become a little…too hairy for bullets."
"Whoa, wait a minute…what the hell are you talking about?" She asked, not liking where this was going.
He gave her a look that screamed, "you're in for a treat" before answering. "Well, I like you. You've got skill where it needs to be, and I could use a partner in what I'm about to do."
Yvette was getting a bad feeling. "And…what would that be?"
Giving her the most sinister smirk he replies, "Come on." He gets up off downed desk and walks toward the front towards outside, before finishing with a, "I'll tell you on the way."
Seeing no choice other than to stay in this beat up shop, not knowing what to expect, she decided to follow him, though to where she hoped wasn't as dangerous as he made it seem.
Luc de'Lireon: WHEW! Finally finished, took me...hours to finish providing details and i can probably tell this chapter may have sucked at the beginning, it kinda seemed like i dug myself into a hole and slowly climbed my way out. Oh and to redeem myself from making this turn into a mary-sue...Yvette seriously...has not an ounce of knowledge on how to use those weapons...basically making her have to learn along the way. Yeah...not an easy task i can assure you. ANYWAY! This is Luc de'Lireon saying "Good write...good night."