In reply to the reviews:
Gattami, thanks for the advice. I appreciate you trying to help me. I'm glad your comments werent as harsh as others I have come across in the past, alot of them weren't even necessary. Anyway,I hope youenjoy this one.By the way, i really meant what i said when i liked your fic. If I didnt include enough detail to prove it, then I'm sorry. I'll write a better review next time.
Riesling thank you for the kind words. I really do like to story tell, it's my thing :)
magusanubis, hee hee, read this part and see what happens next.
Powerful gusts of wind blew heavily across the narrow street as Dante and Vincent stood facing each other with their weapons drawn. Large blankets of dirt abruptly swept past them as neither side showed any signs of movement. The entire area was silent. Nothing could be heard but the strident sounds of the raging wind brushing by with intense pressure. Dante stood calm, soon displaying a cocky grin upon his rugged face. The harsh weather made him feel right at home. It had been such a long time since the young demon hunter had a good fight. He was much more laidback and relaxed when a fight would soon present itself to him. But this fight was much different from what he originally encountered in the past. Rather than fight for himself, the son of Sparda was fighting for the sake of someone else.
Vincent decided he would start the battle off with a quick swing of his sword towards his smiling opponent's chest. Dante soon wiped the smug look off his face and displayed a more serious expression, as he immediately stepped back just before the blade touched his covered flesh. In return, the young demon hunter flips backward and retaliates with a vertical stab to Vincent's abdomen. The vengeful, retired soldier promptly deflects his young adversary's attack with a small, metal shield bounded cleverly to his arm. Little sparks flickered about as Dante's sword clashed aggressively against Vincent's guarded limb.
The hard-hitting sounds of rusty metal colliding into each other echoed through out the empty, dark, abandoned streets. Before another jab was thrown, the British combatant elbowed his brash, white haired foe with a powerful blow to the side of the head, knocking him slightly off balance. Luckily, Dante caught himself just before nearly falling onto the solid concrete floor. Once he had regained his stability, the young demon hunter knew he was fighting no ordinary man. His strength far exceeded that of anyone he had ever faced before. With that in mind, the son of Sparda instantly transformed himself into a raging demon.
Large bat like wings sprouted out from his back, along with a set of razor sharp fangs that expanded from the inside of his mouth, as he screamed from the excruciating pain of the illuminating transformation. The Asian woman watched in horror as she witnessed Dante morph into a hideous monster. His appearance was no longer that of a handsome young man, but that of an ugly creature. The solid ground beneath Vincent's feet began to crumble, as did the massive apartment buildings built around him. Chunks of fallen debris dropped from the sky into the streets, spreading thick layers of dust everywhere.
Giant rumbling earthquakes split the road deeply in half as the Asian woman's vision became clouded in the scattering dust. Once the clouds lifted, Dante stood fully transformed in his demon state, draping out his large, sharp wings. Vincent staggered up from the damage ground, patting the dirt off his thick blue coat. Within the next second, an ear-ripping monstrous roar knocked the former soldier back down. As soon as the army veteran managed to get on his feet again, a ball of energy suddenly came hurtling towards his line of view.
He attempted to dodge the small little orb, but it was too late. Upon connecting with his body, the ball jolted him with an enormous amount of electricity that sent him to fall to one knee. He was down, but not out. Picking himself back up, once again, he fires a blast of beams from his palms to strike back at the transformed demon hunter that stood in the way of his revenge. The compelling rays exploded on contact, leaving nothing but a cloud of smoke drifting in the air. Dante was nowhere to be found.
There was nothing but a pile of ashes seen where the son of Sparda once stood. Now with the young demon believed to be dead, Vincent had other matters to attend to. In the distance, away from the battlefield, the Asian woman bowed her head down in sadness, beginning to shed tears for the brave fighter that promised to recover her lost memory. Before she cried, a vengeful Vincent appeared by her side, gripping his sword tightly in his hand. Looking into her frightened eyes, he could see the image of his wife lying in the road just as he had found her.
The woman that sat before him was the cause of his female companion's death. Now that he had his wife's murderer right where he wanted, a certain long awaited question had to be answered.
"Because of you, my love is dead. I will never see her again. Because of you, she's forced to spend eternity in limbo! Before I finish you, I want to know why…..why did you do it! What did my darling ever do to you, Akina? Huh!"
"I didn't do anything to your wife. I never even met her, and why do you keep calling me Akina?" screamed the confused Asian woman
"Liar!" Vincent retorted. "I've seen evidence; I've seen proof. I know you did it. You're just too much of a coward to admit it, and I call you Akina because that is your name!"
"Fine, if you keep calling me Akina that's who I will be," the Asian woman yelled, now accepting her name to be Akina. " I don't even know who I really am, but I have a strong feeling in my gut that I am not some murderer you accuse me of being! What makes you think I killed your beloved wife?"
"I've been told by a mysterious entity. He told me you did it. He even showed me a picture of you stabbing my wife to death."
Akina's eyes rolled simultaneously.
"Entity? What entity?"
An earthquake eruption, at that moment, halted the conversation from continuing on any further. Emerging from beneath the rocky earth, Dante came soaring up into the sky completely unscratched. His huge wings glided him over to Vincent and Akina's position to carry on the battle that was far from over.
"Don't think this fight is over just yet!" snorted the demon hunter.
The resentful English man started to reply, but was quickly cut off by a familiar voice.
"Vincent! I told you not to kill her just yet!"
"I'm tired of waiting. She dies, now!" said a defiant Vincent.
"You insolent fool! How dare you disobey me?"
A bolt of lightning suddenly struck down upon the Englishman's body, nearly shocking the life out of him. He immediately went stiff, with his arms and legs going totally numb as he fell to the ground flat on his face, paralyzed.
"I don't understand! What are you doing? Have you gone mad?"
"No, I grow tired of your constant bickering about what you want. Your no longer any use to me, Striker. I don't even know why I wasted my time with you. This whole time you been chasing after the wrong person. It was I all along who took the life of the one you loved. I've just been leading you around like a mindless pawn, sending you to do my bidding. I simply tricked you, you humans are so gullible."
The former British soldier's eyes rolled in disbelief. The whole time he was being used as part of a ploy, set up by an evil demon. He was ashamed to learn he had been a slave fighting for his wife's murderer. There was nothing he could do but ridicule himself for his actions.