I do not own Bleach or Devil May Cry. Nor any of the characters.
I have received some complaints on how Dante seems to be like his Devil May Cry 3 self, I am not going to drastically change his personality out of the blue since I have made it clear that the personality portrayed is Dante's personality. This fic is supposed to take place a few months after Vergil goes to hell and I don't think anyone can have that big of a personality change in such a short time. I want Dante to get mature over time, also Dante hasn't defeated Mundus or anyone like that, so he is not at that strength yet. Also about Dante being immortal, I have some things planned for that and its not going to be a big deal. Okay, I hope I cleared that up. If anyone still does not like it, their is a red X on the right hand corner of your screen or a back arrow on your mobile device. But please stop complaining it is not going to get you anywhere, I hate to be rude like that but I tried being nice.
For the people I have not scared off that has no qualms over how I am doing this story, I hope you enjoy this overdue chapter=) Dante is going to be more OOC than usual
This is the last filler chapter before I go back to the actual story!
Dante was sitting in Urahara's shop looking through one of the boring magazines that he found. It was thankfully a Saturday and he had no school, so he was spending it at the shop. He had nothing better to do or anyone to hang out with anyway. He overheard Ichigo and his friends talking about Aizen, he didn't want to barge in the room and ask what the game plan was. It would just tip them off that he was not human or at least he had Spiritual powers. That was one scenario he wanted to avoid. He considered going through town and look at the scenery, but then people would start asking him about his hair. Dante decided it didn't matter as he got up and threw the magazine he was reading to the floor. He grabbed his red trench coat and he was about to walk out the door when a broom came sailing through the air at him. Without glancing up he caught the broom by the worn handle and turned to the direction it had came from, to see Tessei who said, "Everyone is busy today. It's your turn to clean the shop."
Watching the tall dark skinned man walk out, Dante shouted as loud as he could without the others hearing in the other room "How am I supposed to clean this place, when I couldn't even keep my shop intact much less clean!"
The only answer he received was the sound of the door closing. Glaring at the broom wishing he could burn it to ashes with his glare, looking away from the unholy object he said to himself, "Okay, I have seen people sweep. If an old woman on a street corner can do it, then how hard can it be for me to do it?"
He started sweeping creating a dust cloud around him, he ceased sweeping coughing he mumbled, "This is not as easy as it looks."
Throwing the broom to the corner of the room, he picked up the mop and bucket of soapy water Tessei had left and went to the center of the room. He dumped the water on the floor, he swished the mop around on the floor through the water. After a minute he opened the door to dry the flooded floor, and walked out whistling feeling like he had accomplished something.
Ichigo could not believe his eyes, Urahara's floor was flooded. After his friends and him got done talking about when Aizen was going to strike, they had opened the door to the back room to see the shop had been flooded. Tessei did not take it all too well. The poor guy looked like he was going to either cry or kill someone.
He felt sorry for the unlucky soul who done it, everyone knew how much Tessei loved the shop. The door to the shop opened and everyone turned to see Dante walk in holding a strawberry ice cream cone.
Dante stared at them like a deer caught in the headlights before saying, "Um, I work here."
Uryu took another look around the room before saying, "Whoever taught you how to clean, needs a lesson in home economics."
Rangiku, Toshiro, Yumichika, Ikkakue, Rukia, Ichigo, and Orihime did not say a word. Urahara put a hand on his forehead and said, "Maybe we should find you something else to do."
Jinta said with a snarky attitude, "Yeah, next time he might just burn the shop down instead."
Tessei glared at Dante but before the hulk of a man could say anything Urahara said, "Ururu, you will teach Dante how to clean."
Ururu nodded as Orihime thought to herself, "If he don't know how to clean, then I wonder if his apartment is a mess."
Dante looked away and said, "No comment."
Jinta laughed, "Should have known, he is too incompetent to do anything himself."
Glaring at the little red headed kid, Dante felt like beating the kid to a pulp or using him as a football. Eating the rest of the strawberry ice cream he threw the cone at Jinta getting it stuck in the kid's hair. He walked out of the shop, his good mood destroyed by Jinta. He thought to himself,'I swear that little brat is a demon... Well, what they consider a demon in this dimension. In my dimension, he would probably have talons, horns, and a scaly tail. Or he could just be a demented child in general.'
Yes, I am aware this is the worst chapter-.- I needed to get a short chapter out to show I did not abandon the story.
Review, Favorite, and Alert. Please nothing hateful or about Dante's personality. I know Dante most likely is not retarded when it comes to cleaning as I portrayed him to be. Next chapter is back to the main storyline and will be better. I have some of it written already.
