Hello, this is my first Devil May Cry fanfic. I hope you all like it. Enjoy!
It was a cold, dark, rainy afternoon as Dante sat in his shop bored as can be. He had hardly got any calls from anyone to his shop in weeks and it seemed business was going rather slow.
He sighed heavily as he paced over to the window to have a look outside. He could see the rain pelting against the window as he peered through the glass.
For days it was raining and it didn't seem to show any sighs of slowing down. As he looked through the window looking rather depressed, something easily caught his attention. He could hear smacking sounds coming from right outside his shop. He edged closer to the window to see what was the cause behind the loud noise.
To his surprise, he saw what appeared to be a woman being attacked by a vicious gang of demons holding swords and scythes. She seemed helpless as the creatures ganged on her and tackled her to the ground beginning to finish her off with one fatal stab.
Dante kicked the door down from his shop immediately and stormed outside to help the vulnerable woman. He quickly blasted away at the monsters with his pistols and sliced them all into dust with his sword.
Once the demons were all dead, he went to over to the woman to check her condition. She was lying on the sidewalk out cold on her stomach with her arms stretched out.
Dante rolled her over with the tip of his foot to get a look at her upper body. She was a beautiful young Asian woman with long brown hair that covered part of her face. Dante was taken back by how beautiful she was.
He wondered how a pretty woman such as herself ends up in front of his store with demons attacking her. Slowly but surely, Dante lifted her up from the cold wet ground and took her into his shop.
He placed her gently over by the fireplace on the couch where she could get warm since she seemed to be shivering tremendously from head to toe. An hour later, she started to wake up feeling dazed and exhausted.
What she saw around her startled her quite a bit as she jumped out at the sight of her surroundings. She had no idea where she was and felt rather confused to what was going on. Soon, Dante came in with a warm cup of tea in hand. He placed it on the table and made motions with his hands for the woman to drink it. But the woman just looked at him with a puzzled stare.
"What? You don't know how to drink tea?" Dante said looking at her.
The woman rose up from the couch and took the teacup off the table and started drinking it with both hands. Within seconds, the tea was gone and the woman placed the cup back on the table neatly.
"So what's your name?" Dante asked.
The woman looked around the room nervously with her eyes, scanning everything around her.
"I……I……….I don't know," she replied softly.
Dante showed a look of disbelief in his face.
"You don't know what your name is?"
"No."
Dante chuckled a little from the girls reply and sat down in his chair.
"So, you don't know what your name is? Do you at least know why those monsters were attacking you outside?"
The woman paused for a moment without answering. She sat up on the couch trying to figure out what was going on but could remember nothing.
"No, I don't know why they attacked me."
Dante let out a quick sigh as he saw the questions he was asking were going nowhere.
"Look, do you have a home to go to?"
The woman shook her head rapidly signaling she had nowhere to live. Knowing this, Date thought maybe she could stay at his place for a few days.
"I'll let you stay here for awhile but later you're going to have to leave!"
The Asian woman nodded her head slightly, fully understanding that she would only be allowed to stay with Dante for a short period of time. After saying that, Dante gave her an overview of all the rules and regulations she had to follow while staying in his shop.
"Don't touch any of my books, weapons, models or pictures. Got that?"
She nodded sheepishly from the sound of his voice. He came off as being a little mean to her but he really wasn't trying to be a jerk.
Once he finished explaining all the rules, Dante let out a soft yawn and stretched his arms out. He appeared to be a little sleepy and figured maybe an hour or two of rest would be just the thing to make him feel better. He went over to his office chair and folded his legs on his office table while leaning back in his chair. In a few minutes, he was sound asleep.
Back in the other room, the Asian woman sat staring wearyingly at the ceiling with her palms on the side of her face. She tried to go to sleep but for some reason she found it very hard to try to.
Everything Dante had placed in the room all around her looked interesting, but she knew she wasn't supposed to touch anything, so she didn't mess with anything. She sat on the couch trying to see if she could remember anything.
She felt bad that she couldn't even remember her name or even if she had a name to begin with. All that came up in her mind was a blank image. She had no idea where she was from, who her parents were, or where she lived.
She wanted to know, she wanted to remember, but couldn't. Suddenly, weak moaning sounds could be heard coming from the walls around her.
Before she knew it, several demons jumped out of the walls to attack her. She backed up against the wall nervously trying to keep a distance from the demons. She made a break for the door but the door wouldn't open from her side. Slowly she turns her head and sees the demon's edging closer.
