A/N: Sorry for the late reply, I sorta forgot to include this in the first chapter _; So, uhh, please don't be mad. Better late than never. As I mentioned in the descripton. A DanteXOC. Romance, tradgic past, Love and some action. I will be your waiter, tonigh, catering to your entertainment (fails at winking). The timing for this fan fic is around after the third game. So Dante is still in his younger years. Inspiration came from http://s8./albums/a8/wolflover013/?action view t for the OC. I welcome critics, your opionion is what makes you- You!
Rating and the reviewing is very nice. It shall be rewarded in the next life...
I do not own Capcom's Devil may Cry. Not its characters, or anything at all. Seriously, the last thing I ate was leftovers. Leftovers! Who eats leftovers, honestly? Hoboes and stray dogs, that's who! M'kay, no more ranting (hits self with rolled newspaper).
Goldie was ecstatic. Between two metallic trash bins there it was. Well, she couldn't see it, but her nose was telling her all she wanted to hear: Food. Tasty smelling, alluring and sustenance for life. Her furry tail wagged like a flag over her rump. Maybe my luck is finally taking a turn for the better. Her dainty little paw brought her another step closer, eyes shut tight. Without another thought, her muzzle had dug itself in between the trash bins, hungrily snatching up anything they could grab. A metal trap instantly snapped around her face. Screaming, she tried to run away from the crippling pain.
Dante tromped down the steps leading out the back of his cozy little establishment. He gazed at the junk he was holding in his hands and put it down. His boot nudged it more inches away as his opposite hand went to the wall for balance. The half demon found a stray snooping around the trash, it's tail waving enthusiastically. He was about to shoo it away when it sharply yelped and ran into his leg.
A paw scratched at the contraption crushing her skull. Goldie squirmed as heavy hands held her down on her side. As quickly as it had snapped on, it was off. The contraption crumbled to pieces on the ground. A large figure loomed over her, broad shouldered and shadowed from lack of good lighting of the setting sun. It was alot like a nightmare Goldie had on many reoccurring nights. Her heart stopped with fear. A cold dead feeling settled in her gut. With sudden realization, she thought The man from earlier... She had almost forgotten about all that had happened. The hurt stopped, in its place was a dull throb that was quickly dissipating. In place of terror, she began to feel graciousness for the great man. She rose to her feet and thanked him.
He dusted his hands for another job well done. It wasn't everyday that the legendary demonic hunter had broken a trap to free a dog. Oh! Now I remember, Dante thought. Enzo had put that thing out there. Enzo, being the shrewd business that he was, charged him for the trap itself, the bait, and the installation. The chubby excuse for an italian man had taken it all out Dante's tab. The dog barked. It was a simple and benign woof, not threatening at all. "Heh, your welcome." He smirked. The stray then reared on its hind legs and tried to lick his face. "Whoa whoa! Settle down there, I don't tongue kiss on the first date." The blue black hound sat on its haunches and cocked its head to the side. Dante bent on a knee to check for a collar, he distracted the creature with scratches and pats.
Goldie began to pound the earth with her hind leg as he found a spot just behind her ear. Her body began to push itself for more of his touch. Ohh, right there! Ahh! I forgot how good that feels. The man laughed at her comical movement. "You like that?" he said to her as he continued to scratch. "Heh, you know you are kinda cute." he stood up to take a step back, covering his nose and waving his hand in front of his face. "When you get through that horrible smell! Pee yew! What in Hell did you roll in?" The guy put a hand under his chin as his crystal blue eyes traveled up to the darkening sky. He muttered under his breath ". . . Hmm, no collar, either" was all she could pick out. "Guess I'll just have to take you in until I can dump you on Enzo or something." he looked down at her, grinning like a school boy and winked. "Just kidding, no one deserves that."
Dante walked over to the back door. He turned the knob and pushed the door open. His movements ceased. His silvery head turned to see the dog still sitting there. The warrior's gloved hand held the door open as he whistled an abrupt note. Without any more hesitation, the dog trotted inside. He strode inside after the stray, a playful smirk softening his noble face.
Goldie had her nose to the ground, inspecting all her suroundings. Smelling here and there, paws trekking across the dusty floors. "Sure, go ahead take it all in. Just don't piss on anything, ok?" his voice boomed in the wide room with a high ceiling. A velvet red couch, with a stain on it. A shiny black box on a table. A cocktail of new scents. Her paws traveled across the hard wooden floors. There was trash everywhere. At one point, Goldie put a leg on some stacked cardboard boxes to smell get a whiff of an interesting skull when the stack fell over. She took a step back and looked at the man.
Dante shook his head before cracking a smile, "Its alright, this place is already a dump," he called. A light bulb flashed. He strode over to the bathroom, rolling up his sleeves. He slid the black gloves from his hands, using his teeth to get the stubborn things off. They plopped on the floor. Dante grabbed the shampoo bottle. Less than half of its contents were left. The devil hunter turned the knob, letting out a stream of water from the spout, waiting for it to warm up. After a few minuets, a hand checked its temperature. Dante turned his head, as steam began to fog up the scratched mirror. He whistled and said, "C'mere you stinky poochie!"
Goldie ran to him when he had called out for her. Her clever eyes inspected the scene. It didn't take her long to figure out what he wanted. Her tail went between her legs, ears went back in apprehension. "Come on, you little mutt. It's just a ?" he splashed the water. She whimpered. The man stood and reached out a hand. She took a few steps back at his sudden movement. A dog's curiosity took hold, her black nose sniffed his outreached finger, it smelled faintly of gunpowder. The mans free hand looped around and caught her by the scruff of the neck before she could run off.
The steel blue hound was struggling for its life. It wiggled and whipped its body while making loud yieps and aroo's. "Calm down!" Dante shouted as his hand held her from jumping out of the shower floor. Water splashed onto the floor and himself, soaking his shirt. This is no ordinary dog. He thought dimly, Not in that its really hard to bath... More so the amount of demonic energy locked deep within it. Must be some sort of a hell hound. Wierd though, they are usually used by demon lords as pets or guard dogs. Not roaming around human streets, sniffing around people's garbage. Just then, it's golden yellow eyes stared into his twin crystal blue orbs, pleading for mercy from the frightening water. Dante blinked. "S-Stop looking at me like that..." a subdued woof escaped her mouth. Either way, I'm keeping it. Besides, what sort of trouble can I not handle? I'm a friggin demon hunter here. Nothing scares me. The dog took the opportunity to try and escape. Its nails scratching the floor tiles. "Oh no you don't!" Dante wrestled it back into the water.
Goldie was running out of spirit, she knew that it was impossible to fight him. He's way too strong for me. The man squeezed some stuff into his hands and made alot of bubbles. Dante began scrubbing it into her thick fur coat, humming an tune while he worked. He lathered her back, then her legs, under her belly and her tail, careful not to get any in her face. Goldie flicked her tail and whipped some of the froth into his eyes. She couldn't help but laugh as he recoiled and furiously rubbed his face.
Dante mischievous looked back at her and turne the water from a luke warm to a bone-chilling cold. The dog freaked out and cried out, endevoring to get away. It wasn't long beofe he turned the water back into a warmer temperature. Finally the water was turned off and a towel was draped around the dog. He was drying her off when he said, "See? That wasn't so bad was it?"
