Ah, the story is drawing to a close. Sniff

Second-last chapter!

I'm guessing some of you are probably wondering about the Pokemon/DMC crossover "secret" of Dent's past? Well, that much is actually true. I only had a mild interest in DMC and was browsing through some fanfics.

Lo and behold… DMC/ Pokemon crossover.

It's hard to explain how, or what I felt as I read the first chapter. I was laughing and crying at the same time.

Excuse me. Wipes eyes

I'll be nice. On the plus-side, it was very well written. So I commend them on their… artistic merit? Anyway, as you can see… I adopted him from that abusive home.

Poor guy.

The moment Dante shut the door, the normally bustling hallway stills. A half-dozen pairs of eyes turn to regard him suspisciously. A hairy-looking man bites the end off a cigar and spits it behind the toybox that he's sitting on. He lights the end and takes a long draw.

"Long time, no see, Devil-slayer."

"Wolverine." Dante barely nods, cautious like a cowboy in a foreign saloon. From his left, a brown blur rushes out from a baby blue room.

"Spider-argh!" The boy smashes headlong into Dante, though due to the foot and a half between them, Dante yields like a brick wall. Shaking his head, the boy blinks cold eyes up at the platinum-haired hero,

"Dante." He acknowledges him, then continues – at a slower pace – down the hallway. A short cold glance backwards over his shoulder confirms Dante's suspiscions.

"You've talked to your sister?"

Dartyrant stops and shrugs,

"She seemed somewhat… pissed off. I didn't need to talk to her to discern who is was that she was pissed off at." He looks at Dante pointedly.

"Why do you automatically assume that it's me she's angry at if you didn't talk to her?"

Darktyrant grins as he started walking away again,

"Judging from the language that was coming from her mouth, she was using words that she usually reserves for you."

Dante raises an eyebrow at the retreating Author's back. Wolvernine chuckles,

"No doubt 'bout it. That girl can cuss like a sailor."

"Did I ask you for your opinion, Wolf-man?"

"Pipi!"

Gritting his teeth, Dante draws Ivory and fires two shots into the large yellow mouse tugging his trouser leg. It shakes it's head violently, the holes automatically resealing themselves, then sticks it's tongue out at the Demon-hunter.

"Pika!" It smirks and slinks off around the corner. Dante reholsters his gun and stalks off, his modd further soured,

"Same to you, you little yellow rat." He grumbles.

From his perch on the toybox, Wolverine gives a half-grunt/half-laugh and stubs the cigar behind the toybox.

"Jackass."

Rounding the corner everyone seems to be disappearing around, Dante finds himself in the "outside" of Ayebee's home. Looking around disdainfully at the rooms full of fictional characters, he groans,

"What is it with this family and writing?"

In the living room, sitting across from each other crosslegged, is Darktyrant and Spiderman, discussing fight scenes. Across the room, at the Breakfast Bar, is the Green Goblin and Vemon, shooting death stares at them and downing straight shots of chocolate milk. Dante heads for the depressed supervillains, which are the best bet in a room full of heros, cartoon characters, Klingons and cringe Pokemon.

"Seen Ayebee?"

"Yeah, I've seen her. Tried to switch from Darktyrant to her for a while now. It's rumored she sometimes gives villans a starring role." Green Goblin swishes his glass, "She told me to get stuffed." Suddenly his manic smile widens, "Why? What'd ya do now?"

"Why do I have to have done something? Can't a character just speak to his Author?"

"Calm down." Venom says strangely drunkly, "We know. He's just being a blockhead." He hits GG over the back of the head, "Internet Computer, Dent."

"Don't call me that."

As the two drunken supervillains throw punches at each other, Dante heads across the family room. On the couch, sitting grumpily, is Kirok. Ayebee and Darktyrant's Dad; also an avid writer himself, though restricted to… Star Trek.

Yep. My Dad's a Trekkie.

Dante judges from the disgruntled look on Kirok's face, that he'd been kicked off his computer… meaning that most probably Ayebee had indeed hijacked the internet computer. With a sigh, he weaves his way through a room, now more crowed with Klingons, Vulcans and Bajorans. Some barely notice him, some give him sympathetic looks.

If anything, Ayebee's temper is… reknowned.

On the edge of the crowd, he's greeted by some measure of relief. A red-haired Vampiress by the name of Rayne. She raises an eyebrow and leans against the wall,

"Alright," She smiles, "What did you say now?"

"Why does everyone seem determined to pin this on me?"

"I don't know, let's see; she's writing Bloodrayne fanfic, nad you know she only does that when she's angry at you.

From behind her, a small line of characters leave the room, dejected.

"Correction." A blonde young man in a silver and gold uniform sporting a I.R. badge speaks over Rayne's shoulder, "Thunderbird's fanfic."

"Beyblades." A blue-haired boy with red eyes smirks.

"Gorasul." A small dragon quips.

Rayne turns back to Dante,

"I stand corrected, … you and Virgil pissed her off."

"She's swapping stories like hell." Lestat the Vampire looks back into the room. "Even ones thatshe has not touched in years." He refers to the 6-year-old story from which he'd just been awakened from.

"If she keeps this up, she'll start on-" Rayne begins, then jerks to the side as something small, round and pink bounces to the front of the group of characters. It's huge green and blue eyes blink, the it it proudly announces it's presence.

"Jigglypuff!"

Kai, the blue-haired beyblader grins,

"Oh, you're in for it now."

"She wouldn't." Rayne frowns.

"Yes." Dante pushes past her, John, Kai, Hiccup and Lestat, "She would."

Would I? You'll have to wait to find out. But be warned… he did make me angry.

Masterballs anyone?