Dante walked down the narrow alleyway, taking slow deliberate trudging steps toward the setting sun. The burning orb in the sky was a beautiful mixture of vivid red and soothing golden yellow to create an orange glow that touched on the buildings and poured down streets of the city. His hands stuffed into his pockets, broad shoulders slumped to show his disappointment. He sighed in a melodramatic way, throwing his head up, letting his silver hair fly this way and that, its white locks swaying in the wind of a long low exhale. "So... boring!" Dante said suddenly to nothing in particular. The poor devil hunter had been doing almost nothing for the past week or so. Or at least that's how it felt. Enzo sent him on a lost persons case, turned out they were out getting groceries just around the corner, and a poster for a lost kitten report.
"This is a gross misuse of my abilities Enzo, really." Dante jumped only once to land on the branch of a tree over twenty feet high to grab the mewling little fur ball that was stuck. He and Enzo were awarded five whole dollars and twenty-three cents for their heroic deed for the small four year old with missing front teeth. Enzo immediately snatched up the bounty of mostly change, jingling it in his sweaty palms to intspect the value. Dante left in a rather irked and lethargic mood.
Ebony and Ivory have been itching to get a move on and the most athletic thing I've done lately is open my refrigerator. Dante thought gloomily. Nothing is happening! Where are all the demons? Have they all gone on vacation? I'm gonna go hungry if this continues. Not too far off was a shadow, following the silver haired warrior. It slinked and stalked in an awkward manner...
Goldie was spying on the large imposing man; dressed in a blood red trench coat and two guns slung on his back; one a deep rich ebony the other was a bright and shiny ivory color that, both glinting in the sun. Could it be...?
The man who saved her was dressed in a sophisticated looking blue outfit, decorated with gold thread. He had the same silver white hair that the man in front of her. Although, her savior had his in a short spiked style, as opposed to the way that the other's hung down over his face. It all happened less than a day ago.
He strode in a dignified manner, carrying himself with pride and grace right into Kuruku's lair, ignoring his demands to know 'the name of this ignorant trespasser.' Goldie would never forget the noble face of that man, his calm cool voice was fluid yet icy, "Weak fool..." In a flash of light, Kuruku's head rolled onto the floor, his body still standing for a few long seconds before flopping over, as though he had cut the strings on a marionette doll. A pungent black mist slowly materialized from the severed parts and seeped into the cracks of the floor. A contempt glance at Kuruku's remains was all he did after murdering a full fledge demon.
Goldie sheepishly got out of her usual crouching position and tentatively walked toward him out of a corner, her black tail nervously twitched. "E-excuse me, sir," she said in a small voice, as her yellow eyes submissively wandered to the ground, "T-Thank you…" Goldie felt it was proper to get on her hands and knees to show her servitude. The metal around her neck clinked as it settled on the hard transdemensional ground, her small pale hands folded in front of her face with dirty streaks and smudges from living on the bare floor. The man glanced over her critically with clear blue eyes, "I don't need a weakling following me." He responded in an uninterested way, he turned to walk away.
The female rose to her feet. Goldie was indeed a small individual, barely reaching up to the middle of the other man's chest. She had a messy head of blue-black hair with two tuffs of dog-ears sticking out from the sides of her head and bright yellow golden eyes. An old dusty mans button up work shirt was al she was wearing, holes from the mouths of hungry moths peppered the surface, but it was enough to cover her body, ending just above her scrawny knees. Her furry dark tail tucked between her legs as her hands nervously wrung the edge of the sleeves, "I-I'm sorry, but you are now my master since you killed him." Her yellow eyes motioned in the dead demon's direction.
"Very well," He said, an edge of irritation seeping into his calm tone, "My first act as 'your master' is to set you free." Shadow couldn't believe her fuzzy little ears. Her eyes went wide, and then softened. "Thank you so much! How could I ever repay you?" The warrior ignored her. Goldie realized her mistake and began to walk in the opposite direction of the man, too grateful to be dejected by his response.
She was suddenly jerked to a stop. The chain around her neck was pulled taunt, as far as it could go from this accursed place. Before she could react, a Japanese katana sliced through the demonic chain. Goldie had been wandering the surrounding city ever since. It had been less than a day before she picked up a peculiar scent. It was remarkably close to the smell of her savior, and so she immediately followed it to investigate the source. She had nothing better to do, anyway. Goldie didn't need to travel far before stumbling upon the red demonic warrior. Smells the same, looks the same… but not quite… the same, she thought.
Dante couldn't believe how horrible his stalker was. They bumped into trashcans, their feet smacking loudly on the pavement. Normally, Dante would have spun around, busted out his guns and unleashed a volley around the target to scare them enough to get them to piss their pants and run off from embarassment. Despite his craving for excitement, Dante just wanted to get home and have to pizza to raise his spirits. Maybe I'm too depressed to care? His eyes wandered up as his arms crossed behind his head, his booted feet keeping a strong, steady tempo.
Finally, Dante and his stalker arrived at their destination. A looming two-story building erect in the middle of a the tight city streets with the words "Devil May Cry" in large red neon letters written across the front. It certianly stood out among the dim grey buildings surrounding it. Goldie was admiring its architect while the silver haired hunter slipped through the door. Her awe turned to curiosity, Wonder what that big guy has to do with this place?
Dante walked into the door, the bell jingled. He took a few steps in, his big black demon smashing boots making a hollow thud-thud noise behind him. He stopped suddenly and threw his arms out, "I'm home!" he called out to the emptiness. Maybe I should get a pet goldfish? Naw, who am I kidding, look at this dump! His blue eyes scanned the room, there was a lot of trash all right; it covered his favorite velvet crimson couch, spilled over his only desk and nearly replaced the hard wood flooring Enzo worked so hard to get. He had been meaning to clean up a bit. Even now, however, with nothing else to do, Dante wasn't about to do some spring-cleaning. Dusting and scrubbing held absolutely no appeal for this demon hunter.
Dante took off his blood red coat and tossed it on the chair next to his partially buried desk. He reached over a few empty pizza boxes to grab his phone; he dialed the usual number of Tony's pizza shop, just down the street, and ordered the usual. He began flicking candy wrappers, seeing how far they would flutter "Only, make it a extra large this time," Dante added at the end, "I need more of a pick me up tonight." He hung up the phone. Standing there for a second, deciding on what to do now that he was done getting home. His gloved hand scratched the back of his head as he stretched. As he was turning his upper body to one side, the refrigerator caught his attention.
A wafting aroma caught her attention. Goldie's nose twitched to try and locate it, her mouth watered. She hadn't eaten in far too long, her belly gurgled for nourishment. She gazed around, nothing but trash and bums line the streets with graffiti covered walls. Goldie transformed from a dainty female into the shape of a large black dog. Her gleaming yellow eyes were the same, as well as the fuzzy dark blue that covered her canine body. Far off a car alarm went off, as police sirens wailed eerily in the comming darkness. The dog's black paw pads shuffled across the street that seperated her from a possible meal, black claws clicking on the asphault. Her dark nose close to the ground tracking the scent, taking short breath, locating the strongest vapor that traveld on the swift flowing wind. Without noticing, Goldie had wandered in a zig zag to the back of the Devil may Cry.
Dante wrapped his lazy fingers around the handle of the refridgerator. The light lime green door swung open easily. He bent his knees to see what the flickering light bulb had to show. Trash and emptiness: a few Chinese food cartons and the last bottle of tomato juice. Dante grabbed his last source of food and chugged it down in one swig. He smacked his lips and 'Ahh'-ed with content. Well that sure hit the spot... Now what? He turned and saw a pyramid of junk atop a cylinder and chucked it at the trash can. The bottle whacked into the filth that had piled up, knocking some over onto the already pigsty ground. Dante groaned, Might as well.... Dante kicked the base of the can to get most of the crap off before bending down to grab it with both hands. He turned his back to open the door as he exited his shop.