Hi everyone, this is my second DMC fic, although this one is based off the reboot by Ninja Theory and not Classic DMC Dante. I originally had mixed reactions to New Dante when the first pictures were leaked, then he gradually grew on me.

This story will initially serve perhaps as a speculative prequel to DmC and begins with Dante as a teenager who moves into a new orphanage after being transferred from various institutions one after another. He will actually be more rebellious than he comes across in the game. I actually find DmC Dante less cocky and flippant than Classic Dante than they make him appear, and he is more caring judging from his interactions with Kat. Sure, he seems to swear a lot and his actions are bolder, but I think DmC Dante is more watered down than Classic Dante and he is less aloof and laidback. I'm not quite sure what else will come from this but I hope you all like it anyway.

Disclaimer: Don't own DmC

Rated M for Dante's colorful language. Some OOC I guess because it is a prequel.

PROLOGUE

Best Worst Impression Ever

His name was Dante and he would be staying in St Christoph's Orphanage as of today.

Trixie was late on the day of his anticipated arrival; she had slept in and no-one had bothered to wake her up; she got dressed in her usual attire as quickly as she could, brushed her teeth, washed her face and combed her hair, then trampled down the stairs and into the lounge where the others were pressing their faces against the window. Trixie joined the fray, eager to see the new kid, and she hopped up and down on the spot, trying to get a good glimpse but to no avail. She pouted with a huff and crossed her arms, "Ohhh, what's going on? I can't see anything."

A girl at the far side of the window near the fireplace quickly ushered her with a wave of her hand; she had managed to hog a space, "Over here, Trixie."

"Thanks, Becky." Trixie hurried over immediately and squeezed herself in. Outside, a car was approaching the driveway; it was a police car which had everyone 'oooh'-ing and 'aahh'-ing since there had not been one kid who was brought into the facility who had ever been escorted by police. Meanwhile, Father Tam, the pastor in charge of the orphanage, was waiting patiently outside.

"Oh man, this is so exciting." said one of the boys, "I heard he's only sixteen years old and he already has over a hundred criminal convictions!"

"What!?" exclaimed one of the girls, "A hundred?! Who is this guy?"

"His name was Dante, right?"

"What a badass name."

The car doors opened and everyone went quiet; a policeman stepped out along with a social worker. Trixie watched as a tall, dark-haired teenage boy was led out by the arm out of the backseat although he pulled his arm away immediately, sidling up to Father Tam who smiled at him. The teenager did not smile back; instead, he turned away disinterestedly and shoved his hands into the pockets of his worn out pants, glaring to the side. The teenage boy was very disheveled in appearance from head to toe. He was dressed in a loose, ripped black t-shirt and combat pants with a strange red pendant around his neck; he was fair-skinned, the sides of his head were shaved leaving only a black tuft of hair at the top of his head which flopped delicately over his light blue eyes. His lips were thin, contorted into a brooding frown, and he had a soft but chiseled jaw.

"What a hottie!" squealed Becky, whilst Trixie watched uncomfortably.

Another cooed out, "Dude, he's totally badass. Just look at dem muscles."

However, Trixie ignored the background commentary as Father Tam conversed with the social worker and policeman before speaking to the boy named Dante. Father Tam was gesturing and introducing himself cheerfully and politely, as he always did to any new kid but the youth was indifferent, he was certainly bored since he proceeded to let out a yawn. After a few more conversations with the policeman and social worker, they returned to the car and drove off after exchanging last words with the teenager. Father Tam proceeded to guide the teenager into the orphanage.

"Ohhhh, he's coming inside!" cooed another girl, and almost immediately, everyone left the window and began fighting to leave the lounge, trying to squeeze themselves through the tiny doorway.

"Come on, Trixie! Let's go too!" Becky exclaimed, grabbing at the girl's arm.

"Huh? Uh...okay..." came Trixie's weak response as Becky dragged her out of the lounge and into the hall to join the others. She had a bad feeling about this 'Dante'. No teenager like that had ever been introduced to their orphanage. She wondered if he would be a handful...

The doors opened and in came Father Tam with the young man named Dante at his side. Everyone stood at each side of the hall and stared in awe as they passed. Father Tam was a chubby man with a gentle face who was liked by all the orphans because of his kindness; he smiled at them all and said, "Everyone, this is Dante. He'll be staying with us as of today." No-one dared to speak, and Father Tam let out a light chuckle, "Come on, no need to be shy. Usually you guys are energetic when we have a new kid."

Everyone glanced at each other awkwardly and finally, one of the boys squeaked out a greeting. "Um...H-Hi."

"Hello."

"N-nice to meet you."

"Welcome..."

Trixie remained quiet. Father Tam turned to Dante expectantly; Dante glanced up at the older man (who nodded encouragingly at him), before averting his gaze at the rest of the orphans who he would be staying with from now on. His mouth moved and - "Stay the fuck away from me and nobody gets hurt."

There were gasps of horror, some giggles, and also, some wide-eyed, mouth agape expressions. Trixie was a mixture of all the above except a hoarse, rasping choke emitted from the back of her throat. Never had her ears had the unpleasant honor of hearing such filthy words.

"Dante!" Father Tam exclaimed in shock, "W-we do not tolerate such language here..."

But Dante merely glowered at the man, "Where's my room?"

Whilst the girls began to giggle and whisper to each other excitedly, the boys gave each other awkward looks. Trixie and Becky exchanged bemused, albeit worried glances from the corner of their eyes, and Father Tam desperately attempted to alleviate the inept atmosphere. "Dante, we'll need to talk to you about that. Your living arrangements are still to be arranged. Step into my office for a quick chat – "

He had paused because Dante had left his side and had begun sauntering further into the hall; all the orphans parted for him like the Red Sea. Trixie stared with broadened eyes at the clear display of defiance; Dante was making his way down the hall with a swagger she had not quite seen in the other kids before, and she continued to gawp at him as he stormed up the stairs, his boots thudding with each step. The crowd went wild by his antics; everyone eagerly followed him up the stairs. And Father Tam was left shouting from the hall. "Dante? Dante! Where do you think you are going?! Dante! Get back here right now, young man!"

In response, Dante flashed him the middle finger.

The orphans followed Dante all the way up to the dormitories, watching him stop and kick open each closed door to reveal a respective bedroom inside. He kicked open one, looked inside briefly, then moved onto the next. "Dante, wait!" said one of the boys, frantically stepping in front of a door Dante was about to kick open, "Um...may I call you Dante?"

"Outta my way," Dante said, and the boy's knees began quaking as Dante subjected him to a cold, piercing glare.

"P-please, Dante," he squeaked out, "...We all want to get along, right? Please listen to Father Tam. He will assign you a room..."

Shoving the boy to the side who went 'kyaah!' as he went tumbling, Dante proceeded to kick open the door and again, glimpsed quickly. Seemingly displeased with the room, he moved to the next. Trixie, who had been a spectator to this strange scene the entire time, hopped over the boy who had been pushed to the ground and with an outstretched arm, her hand unceremoniously landed on Dante's t-shirt sleeve and her fingers touched cool, hard muscle, which surprised her a great deal. He whipped round immediately, eyes narrowing. He studied her face for a while and she gasped, having realized what she had done and quickly let go.

There was a brief silence until Trixie spluttered out, "S-stop!" She protested meekly, holding her hand to herself, "That's my room-"

Too late. Dante opened it, again with one hefty kick and stared at Trixie's room. Her room was the cleanest, with a window that overlooked the garden outside. Dante glanced at her desk, her drawer, then at the folded duvet where Trixie ultimately remembered that she forgot to put her underwear away. Flushing, she rushed in and proceeded to shove the garments under the covers.

Glancing up at Dante, she saw that he was smirking visibly, having seen something that he liked. "...I'll take this room if you don't mind."

"What?!" Trixie choked out.

Oh yes, Dante certainly was trouble.

Trixie immediately left the room and to the hall only to see Father Tam attending to the poor boy who Dante had shoved earlier on. Trixie's expression said it all. With a sigh, Father Tam left the boy's side and over to Trixie. She hurriedly explained what had happened and Tam let out another sigh before entering the room. Dante was sprawled over Trixie's bed as she had said. Tam stood by the bedside as the youth lay on the bed leisurely with his arms folded behind his head, eyes closed. He still had his mucky boots on, coating the clean sheets in dry mud and grit. Trixie watched on miserably from the doorway whilst Becky clung onto her arm.

"Dante, this room belongs to Beatrice. We've already assigned you a room; it's down the corner of this floor. I assure you, you will like it very much." Father Tam said gently, but he was met with silence. "Dante?"

"I like this one."

"Dante, I – "

"I said I like this room; get it through your fucking pea-sized brain."

The older man let out a sigh and turned to Trixie who glanced up at him hopefully. "Father Tam?" She said meekly.

"...Beatrice, will you take Dante's room instead?"

"What!?" She exclaimed, "But my room..."

"You can move your belongings. I'm sorry, but this is the easiest way to solve this."

Trixie opened her mouth in protest, but a tug on her arm courtesy of her friend Becky made her stop and rethink. She wondered if Father Tam was afraid of the new guy. She wasn't sure but regardless, she could not argue her case. With a clenched fist, Trixie nodded reluctantly. Turning away, she ran down the hall, footsteps thudding loudly over the boards.

Father Tam shook his head as Becky followed after her. "Trixie! Wait for me!" She wailed, and Father Tam turned to Dante who had now opened his eyes, glancing at the pastor.

"...What?" Dante snapped; he didn't sound as annoyed or irritated as he should've been.

Father Tam had heard a great deal about Dante. He heard the teen was difficult to deal with hence the reason he had been transferred so many times from foster home, institution, youth correction facilities...now he had been passed here and in a couple of months, he would be moving on again... Dante was anti-social, had severe behavioral problems, he had an aggressive streak, a foul temper and mouth, and overall, a destructive personality. Dante really seemed to fit the description Tam had been given when he first went through the paperwork.

"At St Christoph's Orphanage, we do not believe in punishment." Tam said quietly, as he moved to the doorway, "We treat everyone fairly and equally. At the moment, you have made Beatrice very upset. I hope you reflect on your actions and think about how your deeds impact on others. As this is your first day here, Dante, you are excused for your behavior. However, from now on, I expect you to respect the others and treat them the way you would like to be treated yourself. During your time here, I hope you can set a good example to the younger children; I will have some tasks for you to do around the orphanage. I have also enrolled you into the local public school and also a part-time job during the weekend. It is all part of your rehabilitation and integration into society."

There was silence from Dante's end. Father Tam emitted a loud sigh and closed the door behind him, leaving Dante's new room. He wondered how he would deal with Dante from now on. He certainly was a handful and he believed he would serve to be bad influence on the other kids. There was no way he would be able to separate him from the kids, either. He had spent so long raising the children to be pure, polite and gentle-natured young adults. Dante practically arrived and painted all over the picture. Tam continued pondering what to do, hands behind his back as he walked, contemplating.

...

Try to get along with him, Father Tam said, Make him feel at home. Trixie thought bitterly to herself as she folded her shirt and plopped it into the box. A few hours had passed since Dante arrived and already he'd created a bad impression of himself - not that he really cared, she assumed. She didn't even want to be here; it was apparent Dante and her and the rest of the orphans were completely different species. Here she was in her room, preparing to move out. She'd already gone through her cupboards and packed her stationary and books into a separate box... Now she had to get her clothes and the rest of her belongings whilst the new guy Dante lay on her bed, getting her sheets and duvet dirty with his disgusting tatty t-shirt and his muddy boots which he was keen not to take off.

"So...your name's Dante?" She tried, in an effort to break the monotony.

There was a silence; it appeared Dante had no intention to uphold the dry conversation Trixie was attempting to make.

"Where did you stay before you came here?"

Again, she was met with silence.

"Where are you from?"

Once more, Dante said nothing.

She wasn't surprised at all, but then Dante suddenly shifted on her bed and she saw him portrude out a box of cigarettes and a lighter from his pockets. She watched him warily as he lit the end with a flick of his calloused fingers, the tiny flame igniting before he leaned backwards and puffed some smoke into the air. "You're not allowed to smoke." Trixie pointed out coldly.

Dante merely took another deep drag and finally turned to her direction; she froze when their eyes met – his eyes were a strange light shade of soft blue despite his striking features – and he deliberately blew out a thick whiff of acrid smoke towards her direction.

Trixie covered her nose and mouth with one hand and coughed, "I said, you're not allowed to smoke." She said, her voice muffled behind her palm.

"Says who?" came Dante's meager response as he returned to lying comfortably on her bed. Finally, he'd spoken in a span of thirty minutes. She didn't think he would reply, honestly.

"Father Tam."

"Father Tam can go fuck himself."

"It's against the rules."

"Fuck the rules."

Trixie winced under his alarming profanity. "Don't talk like that." She fumbled awkwardly on her chair. "It's rude and foul - "

Rude? Foul? What kind of Lala Land did she live in? Needless to say he didn't think he'd come across someone as naive as this girl here. Just what kind of orphans did Father Tam raise here? Dante immediately sat up in bed, facing her, the cigarette was still wedged between his lips, balancing between his teeth, "Fuck fuck fuck, shit, ass, bitch, bastard, tits, dick." He chanted bemusedly, and her expression contorted uncomfortably in response.

Trixie squeaked, dropping the shirt she had been holding that it flopped into the box. Standing up from her chair, she clamped her hands over her ears and Dante rose, making his way menacingly towards her. She inched away from him as he neared; for his age, he was tall, towering over her that when her back hit the wall, Dante's shadow completely encased her.

With a wicked grin on his face, Trixie's heart suddenly began beating harder as he peered down at her inquisitively, "Did I miss anything else?" His voice was a low and gravelly, husky murmur that made her face grow hot.

"Stop it!" She howled.

The vulgarity continued from Dante's end. "ASSHOLE! FUCKWIT! FUCKTARD! CUNT! COCK! MOTHERF - "

"ARRRGGHHHH! STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!" She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to blot out the onslaught of unclean vocabulary to grace her ears. Shoving him away with as much strength as she could, Trixie let out a strangled scream and bumbled out of her room with Dante's laughter following her out.

Haha, there goes chapter 1. I was thinking about calling the girl Beatrice as homage to The Divine Comedy, so when I tried to find some modern ways of spelling the name it was either 'Tris' which is too similar to Trish so I've just kept the OC as Trixie. If I end up not liking the name I'll probably change it.