Author's note: I will post five drabbles in each chapter. Don't know how fast I'll write them though, as short as they might be, they were still a pain to write.
1. Beauty
First time she saw him was when he walked into the diner.
By the way he was greeted it seemed he was a frequent customer. And what a strange man he was.
As he made his way to the counter to sit down with just one seat separating the two of them, his unusual attire drew her attention first. After all you don't see many people walking around in broad daylight wearing black and red leather from head to toe, in fact this guy was the first one, and the first to actually look good in red pants.
For a brief moment she mused if he looked so good without them as well. If she ever had the chance to find that out first-hand, it would probably took ages to unbuckle all those belts going across his torso. Why did he need three belts, four if you count the one on his pants with a big silver buckle, she just couldn't figure out. What kind of a beast hides underneath that black shirt that it needs to be contained in such a way? She feared the answer, for it could very likely be one of those that eat you whole and leave nothing but an empty shell staring at the equally empty bed illuminated by the morning sun.
The attire was perfectly completed with a long leather coat, of red color that could easily burn your eyes if you stared at it for too long. That theory would not be proven just yet as her eyes traveled higher to finally look at his face.
For a moment her mood sank like the Titanic when his white hair made her assume that she spent all this time fantasizing about an old guy, until he lifted his head a bit, revealing a young face with a light stubble adorning his jaw. Either genetics played a trick on him, giving him white hair ahead of time, or he knew a damn good plastic surgeon. She sincerely hoped it was the former. Especially when his eyes became visible to her, two bright blue lakes she wouldn't mind drowning in. And which were now staring right back at her, bringing her back to reality and to the sound of her friend's voice calling her name quite angrily. Now she too had something red on her, her very much red face. She also had a great desire for the ground to open under her, as she sat between an angry friend shouting in her ear on her right and the object of her desire smirking on her left.
Still, can one be blamed for admiring such beauty?
2. Love
To love someone means to suffer greatly when you lose them. Dante knew that all to well. Especially because his heritage combined with his line of work meant an even greater danger of losing loved ones.
That's why when he found himself starting to really care about that kid, he suppressed his feelings and backed away. Let the boy decide on his own if he wants to hang out with the big bad demon hunter and face all the danger that comes with him. To have a normal life, with a kind, loving woman by his side, that's something Dante sometimes dreamed about and that's something he wants Nero to have. Cause that's what you do when you love someone.
3. Dream
He was sitting on a park bench. Just sitting there, letting the wind play with his soft, white hair. His bright blue eyes looked ahead, but saw nothing. And then at one moment he was no longer alone. A familiar presence was now sitting next to him, same white hair, same face, but dressed in blue. Cold blue in contrast to his fiery red.
An arm wrapped around him, pulling him closer. His head felt so heavy and he let it fall down on the strong shoulder, a familiar scent from long time ago filling his nose. And after who knows how long he felt safe again, safe in his brothers arms.
And then the phone woke him up, and all he could feel now was the hardness of his chair and the smell of magazine covering his face.
Doesn't matter, once the damn thing stopped ringing he will go back there, back to his dream. Back to where Vergil is still alive.
4. Haunted
It was bad enough she dragged him to the fair, but then that little blond pest suggested, no, demanded that they go visit their haunted house. He hated those places. They were cheap, tacky and in general an insult to actual demons. And it's never good when something makes you actually feel sorry for the things you hunt for a living.
That's why he didn't feel any remorse for punching one of the actors in the face. The guy asked for it when he dared to show up wearing a red devil suit. Carrying a plastic pitchfork, for crying out loud!
Still the evening wasn't completely lost. He was granted a unique opportunity to see Patty sweating all embarrassed and apologizing in his name to the manager. He should enjoy this as much as he can, cause he could bet that first thing tomorrow morning she'll burn a significant hole in his wallet. And unfortunately that's one bet he knew he'll win.
5. Memory
He didn't need photo albums to keep memories alive, they were always in his head, playing like a movie whenever he closed his eyes. Good ones enjoyed, bad ones drowned in alcohol. The last birthday he and Vergil celebrated together, the first demon he killed, people he met throughout his life, all those things were like precious gems in the treasure chest.
He did once own a camera, though. One of bullets from Lady's gun went through it before ending up in his head. Should have been more quiet when entering the bathroom.