Devil May Cry: Reconnection
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This one is my first attempt at writing fan fictions, thus I do not know what I will obtain with this. I had this story in my head for almost six months now, and I couldn't keep myself from finally writing it. Please review, both positive and negative reviews are welcomed. English is not my native language, so my apologies if there are some mistakes. The story is based on Yamato, and there will be some Original Characters in it.
WARNINGS: Blood, Violence, Swearing, Gore.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Devil May CRY, Capcom does. I only own my Original Characters.
SUMMARY: Damnit.. I never expected to find myself in a situation like this. Yet here I am, next to my supposedly dead twin, fighting against another power-seeking maniac who wants to rule the world. Ahh… I fucking hate my life.
MAIN CHARACTERS: Dante, Nero, Vergil.
Thank you for reading my story and please review.
Here starts the story:
Chapter one: How it begin
*_Dante's Point Of View_*
Damnit.. I never expected to find myself in a situation like this. Yet here I am, next to my supposedly dead twin, fighting against another power-seeking maniac who wants to rule the world. Ahh… I fucking hate my life.
I dodge another attack from these strange demons that keep getting out of nowhere, all the while cursing my life and that fucking kid that started all this shit in the first place.
Yeah, that's right. It's all that kids fault.
When the brat entered my shop with Nero when he got back from a job, I knew that there was something strange about him.
Yet I didn't kick him out or something like that. 'Cause me being me, I thought I could resolve whatever this kid would throw at me.
Man, how wrong I was… and once he started talking, I knew I was doomed.
I still remember that day as if it was yesterday.
*_ Normal Point Of View, Two and a half Months Earlier_*
Dante was leaning in his desk chair, legs positioned on top of the old oak desk in front of him, with a random, cheap porn magazine in one hand and a slice of pepperoni pizza in the other, the rest of it in a pizza box next to his legs, on the desk's surface.
He took a bite of pizza, then swallowed and sighed. Today was a boring day.
Earlier Lady dropped by, came inside shouting like a madman, shot him in the head and demanded he gave her the money he owned her.
When he said he didn't have any, because there were no calls, she cursed him to hell, shot him twice more, then left.
Dante sighed again, rubbing his forehead at the memory. Just because he wouldn't die if shot in the head, that doesn't mean it was ok to do it. It still hurt like fucking hell.
Thinking about the reason because he didn't have any money, he remembered that there were no calls in almost two weeks
…Well, okay that was not entirely true. There were a lot of calls, enough to gain the money.
The truth was… he was lazy. He always sent Trish or Nero to do the jobs, and after a while they said that if he didn't start working too, then they wouldn't give him the money they got as payment.
Dante scoffed at what the kid has said to him: "Forget it, Old man. If you don't start working as well, then I ain't givin' you any money. And pay your own damn pizza."
Damn kid, he thought, and this is supposed to be my agency!
The sound of the phone ringing bought him out of his inner thoughts. He looked at it with a raised eyebrow, trying to decide between answering or returning to his pizza and magazine.
With a sigh he decided to answer, throwing his magazine before hitting the top of the desk with his booted foot, making the receiver fly into the air, before he snatched it with his free hand.
Devil May Cry he said, voice devoid of enthusiasm.
"Yes…yes…ok..." he said, while listening at the customer with the password. The man said that some group of demons has stopped in front of his house and, by the random description he got, it looked like it was only some Hell Prides.
"…Yes, okay, tell me the address, and I'll send someone now." he said, scribbling the location of the job on a piece of paper he found nearby, then ended the call.
Looking over the paper and reading the address a few times, he saw that the job was pretty far, right out of the city, at the other part of the town. And, to be honest, he really didn't want to leave.
After all, he still had a relatively warm pizza to finish. And hell will freeze over before he will leave a relatively warm pizza, that's for sure.
With his mind made, he ate the slice still in his hand, before picking another one while calling out: "Oh, Neroo!"
"WHAT!?" he heard the kid call, before hearing fast footsteps making their way into the main office.
Nero descended the stairs with an irritated expression over his face, a pair of headphones around his neck, music still coming from them.
Dante smirked at the kid, who in turn narrowed his eyes at him.
The red clad half devil remembered when almost a year ago, three months after the incident in Fortuna, he found the kid in front of Devil May Cry, claiming he was just visiting.
When Dante invited him in, and offered him a slice of pizza and a beer, the kid started sobbing uncontrollably. Then he blunted out everything that had happened to him in the last three months, from how the town started to hate him for his demonic nature, to the fact that they ordered him to leave if he wanted his beloved Kyrie save and unharmed.
The kid told him that he left to protect her. She was heartbroken, but he did it to let her stay safe. Then continued with how he didn't know anyone outside of Fortuna, except him.
He said he had to look for him for two weeks, before actually finding out where he lived and coming to find him.
Dante, of course, offered him the guest room at the shop, plus the opportunity to work as a demon hunter.
The kid accepted immediately, and promised to do his best at demon hunting.
But Dante also remembered the first weeks, when at night he would hear the kid cry in the guest room from his own bedroom. Crying for his girlfriend, and for the town that had used him (and Dante too) to save itself and when he became useless, that had thrown him away.
Dante always wondered why he cried for the town that had used him like an object, and then broke him once the job was done. He never questioned this, though, because he didn't want to make the kid feel worse than he already felt.
"I'm not taking another job." Nero said, his voice breaking the older hunter's thoughts and bringing him back to reality.
"Oh, come on!" The older hunter whined, exasperated. "Please, kid! You have nothing to do, anyways! So why don't you take this job, huh?" he said, really hoping to get the other half demon to take this shitty job.
"Why don't you take it, then? All you do is sleep. Ah, yes, now I remember. It's because you're lazy." Nero said, a smirk making it's way over his face.
"I'm not lazy. I just thought I'd offer this job to you, because I'm just that awesome." the red clad half devil responded, not wishing to admit that he was indeed just lazy.
Nero's smirk grew, and he continued to speak: "Or is it because you're old? Admit it, old man, your legs aren't working properly anymore"
Dante growled, hating being called old. He was just 39, for fuck's sake! "I ain't old, kid, just laz-" he stopped, realizing he told the other hunter what he wanted to hide.
The smirk Nero wore grew into a full grin, and he knew he had won the argument. "You're what?"
The older half devil frowned, well, there's no use hiding it now, he thought, then spoke up: "Okay, okay, you got me." he said, holding his hands up in a surrender gesture. "I'm lazy, happy now? So, will you take this job?"
Nero simply looked at him with a blank expression. "Why should I?" he said, genuinely confused.
"Because I let you live with me was the response he got."
"You already used that card last time, old man." he sighed, remembering that the last time there was a mission Dante didn't want, he had called him and used this same excuse to get him to take the job. "…and the time before that."
Dante huffed, then started thinking of ways to make the kid take the job. "I'll let you use my weapons."
"No." was Nero's response.
"I'll do your laundry"
"No."
"I'll clean the shop."
"No, you won't."
"I'll cook for you."
"Hell no!"
"I'll polish your weapons."
"I don't trust you with my weapons."
"Ahhh!" Dante screamed, without an idea about how to make Nero take the job.
Nero shook his head, clearly amused with the older hunter's desperation. But he amusement slipped away quickly when he saw a grin appearing on the other's face.
"How 'bout this:" Dante started, the grin getting bigger by the second, "If you take this job, I will take the next four ones."
Nero wasn't convinced. He knew better than to believe the older half devil, but what if Dante was serious? He really wanted a day off.
Seeing the kid struggle on witch option choose, he wanted to add a little something, in order to help him decide. "Aaand, I'll buy you a pizza."
Nero looked over at him. "You can't buy me shit. You gave Lady all of your money, remember? Or are ya too old to?"
Dante shot him a glare. "Shut up. Plus, I didn't give her shit. She took them without permission." he grumbled. "So, do we have a deal, or not?"
He looked over at Nero, who had a skeptical look on his face. "I don't trust you." he said.
"Come on, kid! I swear, scout's word!" Not like he was ever a scout.
Nero still wasn't sure, but gave up anyways. "Okay, we have a deal." He started, "But, if you dare breaking your word, I'm gonna beat you senseless. Got it, old geezer?" he finished, shaking his Devil Bringer for emphasis.
"Sure, kid." he replied, a small smirk in place.
Nero started to climb the stairs, grumbling something along the lines of 'stupid old geezer' and 'gonna kick his old ass into hell'
Minutes later, he came back down dressed in his usual dark navy coat, with his sword, Red Queen, on his back and his gun, Blue Rose, resting in her hostel on his left tight.
"See you when I get back." he said over his shoulder and, not awaiting for a response, exited the shop.
Dante watched the kid through one of the big windows, only one thought in his mind: Damn I'm good. Well, time to get back to my pizza.
This is the first chapter of my first story. Please read and review, and thank you for reading.
-Symphony Of Death
