The Last Night
Disclaimer- I do not own Devil May Cry of its characters. I do own any characters that are not in the games, or anime.
Chapter 7
Patty jerked awake and bobbed into a sitting position. She panted, "What happened?" She remembered her mother being killed, running away from home, and meeting Ulysses. Him handing her the red fruity drink was the last thing she remembered. Everything else was a blur. "Why does this room look so familiar?" she asked herself.
She was inside a small room that you'd expect to see in a movie. A soft comfortable bed. Surrounded by smooth wooden walls. A nightstand by the small window, and a brown dresser near the door. The light shining through the curtainless window gave the room a nice, safe feeling.
She yawned and stretched, feeling restful, almost as if she had woken up from a long dreamless sleep, and crawled out of bed. She smiled as she noticed the dress she was wearing. "Nice" she said twirling around.
Patty left the room and made her way down the stairs. She recognized the old jukebox in the corner near the entrance. The broken desk and stained red couch. The skulls and weapons of all sorts on the walls and the broken down pool table. Behind the desk was a corridor.
Patty growled as she set eyes on the trash flooding the floor. "I'm gone for a few years and Dante completely trashes the place" she muttered. "Looks like nothing has changed."
She stepped over the trash, her black platform boots tapping lightly on the floor. She sighed and slumped down onto the couch. She gasped as the door opened. Morrison walked in, mumbling as he lit a cigarette.
"Morrison!" she shouted with glee as she jumped up and ran towards him. Morrison groaned as Patty glomped him. "It's good to see you too Patty. My, look at you, all grown up."
Patty released her embrace on him and smiled. "How have you been?" she asked, walking to the couch. She sat down and crossed her legs. Her dress slid up a bit. Morrison removed his coat and placed it on Patty's legs. "I've been good" he said, sitting down next to her. "How about you?"
"I'm fine" she answered. "Where's Dante?"
"He's on a mission" Morrison answered. "Oh" was all Patty said. She looked at the floor. It seems that she doesn't remember anything, Morrison thought. He noticed a small hole with dried blood on her shoulder. He stood up and walked into the corridor.
"Where are you going Morrison?" Patty called from the couch. Morrison opened a door and stepped inside a small closet. "Dante must have some alcohol around here somewhere" he mumbled as he rummaged through random things.
"What are you doing?" Patty asked, stepping behind him. "I'm looking for some alcohol. Sit down on the couch Patty. We need to take care of that wound" he said. "What wound?" she questioned. Morrison stopped what he was doing and turned to look at her. "The one on your shoulder. Can't you feel it?"
Patty followed his gaze. "Whoa!" she said, noticing it for the first time. Morrison shook his head and resumed his search. Patty sighed, bored, and walked back to the couch. Just as she sat down the door opened.
Her eyes sparkled and glistened as she looked upon the demon hunter for the first time in years. He still looked the same, only a little older. "Dante!" she cried happily.
Dante looked up in time to see Patty running over to him.
"Wha-- oof--"
Patty jumped on him, causing him to fall over onto his back. He groaned, seeing stars, and shook his head. "Patty.... nice to see your awake. Now get off" he said as he pushed her off.
Dante stood up and dusted himself off. He held his hand out for Patty. She took it, smiling widely. "I see that you still can't keep this place clean" she said as he pulled her up. "Old habits die hard" he said. "Now start cleaning. Think of it as a welcome back gift."
Patty scoffed and crossed her arms. "You're joking, right?" Morrison walked into the room. "Hey Dante, you got any alcohol around here?" he asked. Dante turned away from Patty. "What, beer isn't good enough for you anymore Morrison?"
Morrison shot him an angry glance. "It's not for me idiot. It's for Patty."
"Oh well, in that case, I keep a bottle of whiskey in one of the drawers in the desk" Dante said. He dropped his weapons on the floor and threw his coat onto the couch.
Morrison opened the bottom drawer and found what he was looking for, a bottle of liquor and a first aid kit. "Sit down Patty" he said. Patty sat on the couch, Morrison sat next to her, and Dante sat on the chair, facing them.
Morrison handed Patty the bottle. "It'll help" he said. She opened it and took a sip. She coughed from the strong bitter taste, and continued drinking as Morrison worked.
She felt a strong pinch. "Ow, Morrison" she cried. "Sorry, but I have to get the bullet out" he mumbled. "What?" she quesioned, taking more sips. "Don't worry about it" he said.
Patty shrugged and continued drinking. "Slow down Patty" Dante said, watching as she chugged the whiskey down. "I don't normally give 16 year olds alcohol" Morrison said, "but in this case, she really needed it."
"How bad?" Dante asked. "Bullet grazed the bone" Morrison answered softly. They both looked at Patty, who was nodding her head and mumbling nonsense. Morrison cut the thread he had used to stitch up the wound and wrapped a cloth around her arm. "There" he said, placing the tweezers back inside the box.
"Thanks Morrison" Patty slurred as she stood up. Dante quickly caught her before she hit the ground. "Whoa, a-are you ok?" she asked. "Uh... yeah" Dante said. Her sat her on the chair. Patty raised the half empty bottle into the air.
"A toast... to all of the blue leprachauns and unicorns" she said. Dante chuckled. "Just stay there Patty" he said. Patty nodded and chugged some more whiskey.
Morrison picked up his jacket from the floor and slipped it on. "Watch her Dante. I'm counting on you" he said walking out the door. "Wait Morrison" Dante called. His answer as the sound of an engine running, followed by a loud screech.
Dante sighed. He turned to find the chair empty. He looked around anxiously and spotted Patty dancing on top of the pool table. "Patty" he said. She looked at him and continued to shake her hips.
"Hey Dante, 'mere" she shouted. She frowned when he didn't move. "Come here" she said. She slipped on the eight ball and hit her head in the corner. The table suddenly collapsed. Dante was at instantly at her side.
He grabbed her by the arm and slowly lifted her to her feet. "That was awesome!" she shouted. She prattled on and on while Dante checked her head.
No blood, but she probably has a concussion, he thought. Dante pretended to listen as Patty continued talking. "I saw a pink fairy dancing with a blue leprechaun" she said.
Dante walked her to the couch and sat down. Patty shifted herself into a comfortable position and leaned her head back. Damn it, he thought. He noticed the silence. He looked at Patty and saw her eyes closed.
He quickly knelt in front of her and slapped her across the face. "Wake up Patty" he said. Patty's eyes didn't open. Dante slapped her with a little more force. "What?" she said, slowly opening her eyes.
"Look at me Patty. Keep your eyes open" Dante said. Patty groaned and smacked his hand away. "Leave me alone. I want to go back and see all the fairies dance with the leprachauns" she said, closing her eyes again.
Morrison's going to kill me if she falls into a coma, he thought, I have to keep her talking. "Open your eyes Patty and tell me what the fairies and leprechauns are doing" he said as he pulled her off the couch. "No, I want to sleep" she whined. "Sleep is good."
"Not when you have a concussion" Dante said. Patty stood in front of him and dropped to her knees. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her face against his leg. She wailed as hot tears ran down her face. Dante wasn't sure what he should do.
"My mother is dead because of me. I don't deserve to live anymore" she cried. She looked at him. "Why Dante? Why can't I just die?"
Dante knelt down beside her. He looked into her eyes. She gasped as he hugged her. "It's not your fault" he whispered. Patty returned the hug. Dante stood up after a couple of minutes. "Do you have any place to stay?" he asked. Patty wiped the tears away and looked at him. "No" she said.
The door opened and Morrison walked in. His eyes widened when he saw Patty on her knees in front of Dante. "What the hell!" he said. "It's not what you think" Dante interjected.
Patty gagged and ran to the bathroom, located in the corridor. Morrison sighed, angry at what he had seen. "I'm taking Patty back to the orphanage" he said.
Dante tensed and quickly relaxed. He said nothing as Patty made her way back to the main room. She moaned and placed a hand on her stomach. "Let's go Patty" Morrison said. She burped. "Go? Where?"
"I'm taking you back to the orphanage."
"NO!" she yelled. "I'm not going back!" She ran and wrapped her arms around Dante's waist. "Can I stay here with you Dante? I promise I'll clean, you won't even know I'm here" she pleaded. Dante shrugged. "After what I saw. That's out of the question" Morrison said grabbing her arm and pulling her towards the door.
Patty broke free of his grasp. "You're not my father!" she yelled. With that, Patty ran out the door. Morrison sighed and looked at Dante. "Aren't you going to go after her?"
"No. She'll be back. Let her stay here if she wants" Dante said. He laid back on the couch and closed his eyes. "I'm leaving" Morrison said. "Do you what you want. I've got a date with with some pretty girls in sand man land" Dante said.
A few hours later Patty returned. Dante's snores were interrupted by the loud slam of the door. He opened his eyes and sighed. "Well look who came back" he said. Patty sat on the edge of the couch. "Where's Morrison?" she asked.
"Gone" Dante answered. He yawned. "It's up to you if you want to stay here. I don't give a rats' ass" he said. Patty smiled and hugged his chest. "Oh thank you!" she said with glee. She kissed his cheek. Dante pushed her off and stood up.
"Hey!" she said angrily. He grabbed a beer from the fridge. "Women" he mumbled. Patty sighed and crossed her legs and arms. "Men."
THE END
A/N- Hope you enjoyed!!
