SL: Hello people, this is like… My first fic? I'm real nervous bout this…
LB: She was practically foaming at her mouth as she was posting this.
SL: Well, excuse me! Cause I know a lot of people out there that are like, a million times more talented than me and I know this is like a shadow compared to those. But I would really really REALLY appreciate it if people read this. Now if Dante would do me a favor…
-Dante pops up from floor-
Dante: Laughing Bandit D Royale does not own me, Nero or any characters from Devil May Cry. They all belong to CapCom. But she owns this plot line and I'm hired to shoot anyone who tries to copy!
LB: She'll pay a large sum.
P.S. This is slight yaoi. But I do not intend to put any explicit content. -You have been warned-
P.P.S. Sorry people, I just decided to check up on this before I continue writing the next chapter. Made some changes in the grammar and such. Was I really that bad in English class? Hmm...
Just to explain, this is a fic when Nero dies (duh) and Dante is left mourning. I wanted to express how great their relationship were and how dante is left alone. I think I went overboard though…?
He cries. - Narrative
'Oh shit' – Thought
"What the…" – Speech
Run away! – Emphasis
A sakura tree.
A grave underneath.
A man who goes there everyday…
Years have passed since the last Great War and nothing has changed within the past decade. No demon tried to take over the world, no brother tried to search for absolute power, no human tried to seek revenge for her family.
The world was at peace.
Yet all of this does not seem to matter to the one under the sakura tree.
The stranger was a mystery to this little town near the sea, for he appeared out of nowhere, without a single greeting nor explanation and stayed. The towns' folk were curious, as he was a handsome man. With hair the colour of snow and a body women would kill to bed, he attracted attention. But none dared to go near him.
For death surrounded him like a think cloak…
He lived in a house a small distance from the tree, overlooking the sea. A small shack that had seen better days. With weeds growing in its front yard, paint peeling off the walls of the house, it could have been mistaken for a haunted house, if it wasn't for the fact the man lived there.
Some said that he was a traveler, weary from his travels around the world and took the house as his final resting place. While others argued that he was a man whose lover was brutally murdered by bandits and came here to escape from the harsh truth. But there was something that everyone agreed…
He was dangerous.
Twin guns adorn his hips and a huge sword slung behind him, though admittedly, even without those weapons, the villagers would still refused to get close to him. Because once those cold, hollow eyes of his set their sights on you, you would instantly be pulled in. Like a black hole, they would enchant you and you will never be able to forget. Never forget the empty, blatant despair within those dull eyes.
Someone without his soul…
However, there was something that everyone in town knew.
That he always visited the tombstone underneath the ancient sakura tree. The tombstone itself was unique. It was made out of pure white marble and decorated with the most intricate design. But what made the grave marker stand out was angel on top of it. Hands clasped in prayer and wings spread out as if to touch the high heavens, it was a beautiful sight, if not for the single tear that adorns its face. As if lamenting that it could never return to heaven.
Where demons can never reach…
Dante POV
Years have passed and yet I'm still here. Heh, even Trish and Lady have given up trying to persuade me to leave.
"But how can I leave while you are still here?"
I gaze longingly at the grave marker in front of me, the only remembrance I have left of you, the only proof that you existed and that our past was not a just mere dream. Perhaps it would have be easier if I never made this grave for you. I might have been able to forget and move on, but could I really do so? To give up my memories of you…
"Look at what you turned me into, kid. A melancholic old man. Just like you always said I was." I smirked as I recalled the memory of you calling me that. Has it really been that long since I last heard your voice? I frowned and shook my head to get rid of that trail of thought.
I gently caressed the angels face and smiled, reminiscing. I was so lost in my thoughts that I did not notice the tears that started to fall from my eyes. I wiped them away and sat down, leaning slightly against the tombstone.
"Sheesh, when did I turn so emotional? I hope you are fully prepared to be blamed for this kid, cause this is all your fault."
Tch, I could almost hear his angered shouts at the injustice of my comment.
"Really though… Have it really been that long since…" I choked at my own words. I still refuse to admit the fact. To have some hope left? That this was all an elaborate prank?
How pathetic am I….
I look up at the sky, "Hope you're having fun at my expense kid" Cause I sure as hell feel like shit.
I chuckled and hid my face in my hand as tears once again started falling. I desperately tried, no, wanted to remember…
To remember the time…
When you were still alive…
SL: Finally! Did anyone faint at my writing? -looks around-
This was quite difficult to write, cos I didn't want Dante to act too OOC but it seems to the case anyway so…
So I'm sorry if you thought this was a piece of crap/Dante would never end up like this/you hate yaoi etc etc etc…
The next chap is going to be memories, so this whole fic is gonna be like one-shots joined together to form a story. But I'll see how this goes first. Or I'll just make some changes and make this a one-shot.
Anyway, please do me a favor and review. If you absolutely hate my fic, just say it. I wanna know all of your HONEST opinion. But be kind anyway k? Which author doesn't want a nice review?