Note: This is a little story I conjured up after completing DMC 2 – Dante Disc. It may be slightly confusing 'cause the Dante in this story is the Dante from DMC 3, but apart from that, everything else should be ok ¦-)
Oh yea, sorry - thanks Curorius for reminding me to mention that the brown haired woman is an OC ;- sorry XD
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Disclaimer: I only own a copy of DMC 2 ¦sob¦
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As the platinum haired demi-demon made his way home after a tiring day of demon-slaying, his journey was abruptly halted by the sounds of a fight in the alleyway nearby. Drawn by the scuffle, unable to withdraw from a chance for another fight, Dante rounded the corner, coolly running, never losing his collected visage, and as he entered the narrow path – his eyes became transfixed by a mesmerising fiend, caught up in a whirlwind duel with a blood goat; chocolate brown locks cut short fanned freely after her, her body was lithe and graceful; easily she dodged and deflected the blows that came her way.
However, her clothes were torn and ragged, tainted with blood, but sharp disc projectiles flew from the gaps of her fingers, entwined in equally sharp string that found its way around the blood goat's neck, wrapping around it like a snake's coils and with a brutal yank the thin mythril silver strings penetrated the decaying flesh from all sides, cleanly removing the head from the body, both landing with a sickening thud as the brunette landed neatly on the ground; crouched low, head bowed.
The azure-eyed young man, who appeared to be about nineteen-years old, could only stand there, gaping – mesmerised while the other female demon hunter straightened and dusted herself off, before turning to face the 'intruder', her amber eyes beautiful, as was her face. "Son of Sparda," she nodded her acknowledgment. "Pleasure to finally meet you."
"Do I know you?" he couldn't help but ask, and the new slayer smirked a sexy grin that made his heart skip a beat.
"I have a feeling that we shall meet again," and just to make sure, she decided to play a little 'game' with him. "There are six letters to my name, I will reveal to you a letter each time we meet; and the first is an 'A', as in 'see you as soon as possible'," and with that she turned and walked away, grinning almost ferally, her hips moving in time to an unsung rhythm that captivated Dante all the more, giving him all the strength he required, the determination to go after her – and even after he had learnt her name, he would still… follow her no matter where she went. He couldn't help this gravity that he felt towards her. He was drawn to her.
As she disappeared into the shadows, Dante released a small wolf whistle. "Until then," he smiled before turning and continuing home, though that night, he already knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep well – his mind was plagued by images of the mysterious brown haired woman, who looked younger than him, by at least a year if not more.
"Who are you?" he couldn't help but wonder aloud. He knew that everyone knew him, but only as the 'Son of Sparda' – but… he wanted to be acknowledged for himself too, away from his father, he wanted to be known as Dante also, not just the 'Son' of the 'Great Sparda' always, he wanted his own identity. This – he was willing to show the girl. "Don't worry, I'll find you again… as soon as possible," his lips quirked into a faint smile at the memory of her strange mnemonic that only barely made sense.
After all, he knew that this was only the beginning.
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Ok – I hope that wasn't too bad, but it will get better during the later chapter – promise! XD
