Soothing Rain
Disclaimer: I don't own anything of DMC.
A/N: This story might just be longer than I first thought. Mostly because I like the idea I have for this one. Constructive feedback is welcome.
Chapter 1 – Complex
After roughly pushing the boy to the room upstairs, Dante closed the door with power. His expression just as frustrated as he was, he put the boy on a chair while he himself went to lock the door. 'No unwanted visitors right now', he thought.
While locking the door with one hand, he never loosened his grip of his gun. He wouldn't be fooled by any weirdo demons. The boy evidently was scared out of his skin, looking around but not daring to spill a single word. If Dante had a moral like any other human had and he wasn't a half-demon … He would've pitied the boy.
But now that he posed a threat, he wouldn't let any more surprises happen. A low 'click' from the door told him that the technical side was finito. Quickly moving further to the second chair in the room he sat against his legs a little open so he'd be able to get up faster. Just in case he needed to.
The boy stared at the floor biting his lip. Obviously he was either a damn good actor or really mute. Dante hadn't actually thought further about the "little" problem with communication when it came to this boy. Either he had to find a paper and a pen from all this mess or he had to create a body language.
All of a sudden, he snapped his fingers. The boy almost jumped out of the chair, which made Dante almost laugh. 'Even if this one's a demon, he sure makes himself stand out in a ridiculous way.' The boy looked up at him, as if to ask why he had done that. Dante brushed his smile away and looked at the boy, not spilling a word either.
The staring lasted for three minutes before the boy finally tried to say something. Too bad trying was always the first step towards failure. The boy looked at the gun and shook his head. Dante shook his head as well. He wouldn't stop pointing with it. It was actually quite practical. Quite a few creatures could lie (aside from various races) whilst being pointed at by a gun that fired ten bullets in a second.
"I'm in the position to demand and ask now, little one." Dante said a low and sinister tone in his voice. He had always hated children. He wouldn't need anyone on his side. From what he had seen of the female race, they were either raging mad or preached about such idiotic things as love, family and moral. No wonder humans died young. They always managed to fuck things up when thinking too much about other things.
"Sit tight and start explaining." The boy let out a high-pitched whine; evidently nothing more could be expected. "I know very well that you can't talk. Try to express yourself anyway." Dante said, almost amused. Though this situation wasn't that funny – he wanted to get things done fast so he could concentrate on the main goal – to kick some demon arse.
A moment of silence embraced them. If the situation had been any else, Dante could have said that he enjoyed the silence. However, things as they were … All the possible sentences were able to make anyone gasp of the terror. Dante wasn't the best of negotiators.
Then out of the blue, the little one started waving his hands frantically and pointed out of the window. Dante couldn't resist the temptation but to look at the other one oddly, tilting his head to the side. From what he understood, there was something "terrible" happening outside.
"And why is there no sound coming outside aside from the wind's annoying pestering?" Dante mumbled now playing with his gun. The boy seemed almost desperate. He started pointing at his own tongue that he had now stuck out rather ridiculously. Dante arched his eyebrow.
"You mean everyone else suffers from this problem of yours?" He asked now a little more relieved. He wouldn't need too much information and the fact that all witnesses were mute made it even easier to Dante's conscience. The boy nodded.
"That's good." Dante said, an insane smirk curling his lips. His face was a lot creepier when he smiled. After fooling around with his gun, he suddenly fired one single bullet at the boy's feet. It didn't hit the boy, on purpose. But the boy got so startled that he swung his legs towards himself which led to nothing good. The chair fell down with the boy.
Dante rose up from his chair and pointed the gun at the little one. "And now, you will tell me who the hell was that creep with his tendrils!"