Author's notes:
Hello again, This is my first time trying to write a fanfic, so I apologize if the work could be rather poorly done. But still, I hope I would be able to meet your expectations.
You guys might have guessed I already, the Dante I'll be using would be the post-DMC 2 Dante. Don't worry though; he may be quiet at first, but… There are a lot of things in his mind. Like a witty British guy? : )
Besides this, I'll try to experiment on stuff so don't be surprised at some things… : ) please tell me if I'm starting to go overboard. I'm open for suggestion on how to steer this tale as I'm just a beginner, so please be gentle.
Been reading too many fanfics as usual , if there are similarities here and there I apologise. Hope you guys won't mind.
This chapter will focus on establishing the characters and their relationship to each other sorry for the lack of action scenes as of yet. On with this chapter.
Let me tell you this at the Beginning: Neither the Familiar of Zero nor Devil May Cry belong to me.
Mission 2 : Beggars Can't Be Choosy
／人◕ .◕人＼
Facing large hordes of devils and other monstrosities that are stuff of nightmares are the usual things that Dante finds after entering portals. This is the first time he ends up having a bunch of kids as a welcoming committee. Though Dante doesn't come across being bookish, he has read some stuff and watched movies and this particular scene seemed familiar to the devil-hunter. Besides the pizza and strawberry sundaes, he missed just lazing around his office and watch movies from the sweet home theatre system he got from one of his jobs. 'Is my plasma TV still alright back home?' he thought randomly.
"Looks like I ended up in some Harry Potter-esque place."
He sighs, as he scanned the place.
"Well, at least this isn't the Twilight-like dimension. If it were, I'll shoot the first sparkling vampire I see until its Swiss cheese. " He cracked to no one in particular, looking up to the two moons hanging in the blue sky.
Finding himself ending up in other dimensions doesn't come up as a surprise since it is curtailed with the job description in general, so he shrugs to himself and begins to plan what to do next.
At that moment, as our handsome devil hunter tries to make out of the situation…
Louise was currently in shock. That goes double with the rest of the people present, since this is the infamous Zero involved in the event.
The being, which appeared before them as they now could see, is generally described henceforth as an exquisite example of a white-haired man in his twenties, well-dressed in a rather blindingly crimson long coat. His presence to them seemed to be a perfect mix of raw sex appeal, finesse of an experienced noble gentleman, a little dash of rebellious youth, topping it off with a mysterious stoicism, and finally a slight touch of dangerous vibe which he exuded naturally.
It was safe to say that many young noble males lost their beaus that day in less than three seconds as the young ladies beheld such a delectable piece of catch that Louise had apparently summoned. Then again, some of the male nobles seem to end up having identity issues right at the bat. Louise could hear sighs from the females who fainted which sounded way too erotic for her ears to believe that it was due to fear that they lost consciousness. In addition, and she could hear a sort of cat-like purring coming from the general direction of von Zerbst. That in itself is a reward of some sort, to be recognized by the rival with one's accomplishment.
"Umm, Mademoiselle Valliere." A voice called out to her.
Louise gets pulled out from further inward gloating, by Professor Colbert, a bespectacled, middle-aged professor. If it wasn't for the receding hairline, he would make a rather good-looking fellow himself. Thus, it might be and/or for some other reason yet to be revealed, remained single.
"Madamoiselle Valliere, please finish the ceremony." He reminded the pinkette, though feeling unsure of this unforeseen development.
The statement finally broke the wall of silence, and of shock amongst the crowd of students. Then the comments began flowing in.
"Did the Zero summon… a human? "
"She did…"
"And she summoned a commoner?"
"No commoner would be able to afford those clothes."
"And that big sword he carries, No mere commoner could lift that!"
Louise cared not of her current surroundings. She had actually succeeded at something, and now she's about to seal the deal as she strode towards the man that she has called upon to be her… familiar. As she moved closer, his eyes turned to regard her approach, with intensity so focused that the pinkette felt like she was stabbed by his sword many times over. It caused her to hesitate, and the thought of just running away from him surfaced, clouding her resolve.
"Um,P- pardon me, but may I ask of who thou art?" She stuttered, making the awkward meeting a bit more so.
The man, instead of answering, remained where he stood, with his arms crossed and looking at the now terrified girl, with an even more piercing gaze.
"D-Do you understand what I am trying to say?" she timidly asked again.
Unfortunately, the rest of the students present weren't even aware of the fear that Louise felt and began jeering.
"Hey, Louise summoned an idiot!"
"Ha! You never fail to meet our expectations, Louise the Zero!"
Louise called for her Professor M'seiu Colbert.
"What is it that you want from me, M'selle Vallière?"
"Please! Let me try the summoning one more time!"
Mr. Colbert, the man wearing the black robe, shook his head. "I cannot allow that, M'selle Vallière."
"Why not?"
"It is strictly forbidden. When you get promoted to a second year student, you must summon a familiar, which is what you just did."
"Your elemental specialty is decided by the familiar that you summon. It enables you to advance to the appropriate courses for that element. You cannot change the familiar once you have summoned it, because the Springtime Familiar Summoning is a sacred rite. Whether you like it or not, you have no choice but to take him."
"But... I've never heard of having a human as a familiar!"
Everyone around laughed. Louise scowled at them, but the laughter didn't stop.
"Now, complete the contract."
At that moment, Dante hasn't been standing around like a statue like the rest might have thought; the proceedings looked like a summoning ritual of sorts, though things seemed a bit off from the usual things involved with rituals that he once investigated. Not a trace of blood and gore either visually or through other senses is detectable, which is usually present in such rituals. And there were no obvious means of protection to cage in the summoned demon or devil.
And then there were the animals. Cats, dogs, frogs, and other such small animals typical of the creatures used as sacrifices to lure in a demon or two were present, but what threw this off were the strange red reptile with a flaming tail, a bizarre huge floating eyeball and the blue-hued dragon, which actually looked more cute that scary. Furthermore, there was no hint of infernal presence in any of the creatures, let alone the surroundings, and no hellish scent in the air.
Jeers from the crowd drew his attention back to the crowd. The language here was strange to his ears, the closest thing he could compare it with was a French dialect spoken with a thick accent. He could understand and speak French. He had to learn it since he had a job in French–speaking areas at times and there's also a known fact that things are sexier when spoken in French, the many of girls he picked up loved it, Lady and Trish may have been exceptions. Lady usually shuts him up with a bullet to the head, whilst Trish would either blast him with lightning and/or stab him with his own father's sword, Sparda.
At the moment, try as he might to understand what is being said but the words were really off and he simply couldn't make sense of the grammar, One of the crowd, apparently another student with red hair and one of the biggest chests he's ever seen since Nevan and the Hell Succubi, calls out something which sounds mocking and begins to laugh in an obviously stilted and cruel manner. He took note of both the hostility and the fact that he can't comprehend just what it is that was being said. He remembered the days he's being bullied in his youth before his powers awakened.
The crowd now seemed to be directing its attention at the pink-haired girl now looking towards him as she spoke with the middle-aged professor who is likely to be a teacher if this is what he deduced it could be, growing redder and more obviously furious with every word from the man. She was very thin of frame, with a head of long hair, so strawberry blonde that it appeared almost pink in the high sunlight framing a pretty face which the more Dante looked resembles a beautiful doll, not as creepy as what he usually encountered and eyes such a light shade of brown that they appeared almost amber. And in his view, little more than elementary school kid of fourteen, he remembered that one time when he took care of a certain Patty Lowell.
Then he wondered, after all these years in hell, he thought of other things which are forgotten from the time he spent eliminating every last one of the devils.
At this moment the girl stood in front of him, rising up to her toes and reaching her hand around his neck, trying for Dante to bend down to her level. When she tried to pull him down, he resisted, until she growled at him, more of the incomprehensible words spoken out tinged with anger.
Dante has no idea what to do at the moment so decided to go with the flow, as the image of the girl and Patty's image seem to merge in his eyes. Dante stopped resisting, the girl having noticed of it as he finally acquiesced to her demand, and had him bend down towards her. She began to chant, obviously the spell to complete whatever rite this thing was.
She kissed him.
The kiss was light, short, and chaste before she pulled back. For a second Dante just stood there, in an amused expression.
"Please come back in ten years, and I'll take you on a date." He chuckled
Then the pain started. His body felt like burning up, the closest sensation Dante could come up with was being stabbed by Mundus with the spears of light, but much more mild than that heated attack. The burning intensified itself then slowly turned into 'moderate annoyance' and finally settles on the back of his right hand. Lifting it to his sight, the Son of Sparda saw runes of some sort glowing on it through the opening in the back of his glove. His flesh sizzled, much like a frying burger on a pan. As his natural healing powers kicked in, a pair of hands reached out and grasped his, strong and with a firm grip, pulling it to the inspection of the elder, bald man apparently overseeing the ritual. Normally, such behaviour would have gotten the man's bald head slammed repeatedly into the hard concrete, his brains spilling out onto the grass, but considering the current state of Dante's relaxed mood, and the fact that it seemed to be little more than scholarly interest judging by the man's manner kept the half-devil's hand from dealing damage. To be honest, he's curious about it himself.
"Fuck it, if I'm stuck here, then I'm gonna need answers." Dante said, uncomfortable with the fact that the the man in black robes is closely looking at the back of his right hand.
Suddenly, the man inspecting his hand takes a small well, wand, says a few unintelligble words, points the wand at the devil hunter.
Dante suddenly felt a small force of magical energy slam into him, and slowly mingle with his own demonic magic, the spell also gave the usual sparkling effect.
"Now that its fixed, do you understand me?" the man spoke to Dante, now in perfect English, complete with a nigh noticable French accent.
"Yeah, perfectly." The Devil Hunter nodded. as he finally managed to understand the murmurings of the crowd.
Mainly directed at him, and the petite pinkette.
"I suppose you need some explanation about this. Come with us to the Academy M'seiu..."
"Dante, the name's Dante."
"I'm Colbert, Jean Colbert , a professor of Tristain Academy of Magic. "
The man in black robes, apparently is a school teacher... of magic, turns his heels to face the rest of the student body and said to them.
"Well, let's go back to class, everyone."
The middle-aged teacher turned on his heel, then rose gently into the air. The other young people, apparently students also floated up.
Dante whistled. "Well, What do you know...they can fly."
Everyone who was floating quietly moved towards the stone walls of the castle in the distance. Leaving the Devil Hunter calmly watching them float off.
He then looked sideways to find that his summoner isn't joining them.
"Louise, you'd better walk back" Colbert suggested, looking rather uncomfortable as he did.
"She shouldn't try to fly. She can't even manage levitation." one student needledas she flew off.
The rest of the students laughed, just to spite the little mage-to-be, but kept a wary eye on the crimson coated man beside her.
Dante just observed, as he noticed that his summoner looked depressed at the statement. Colbert gazed at the two worriedly.
Tossing his coin once more leaving it to luck on what his course of action would be...
He then takes a step, "Don't worry about that, we'll follow you guys shortly."
After the rest of the floating students left, Dante took another look to the dimunitive mage, as she heaved a sigh.
"We still haven't introduced to each other properly yet, haven't we?"
She nods absently.
"The name's Dante. Odd jobs man."
"Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière of the Vallière Family." she murmured, still not out of her funk, causing dante to raise an eyebrow.
"Sounds like a mouthful, can I just call you Louise?" he asked, more like forced to let him call her that.
She nods slowly.
"Cool. Now that we know each other, allow me to take you for a ride." Dante grinned as he gestured to the huge motorcycle.
／人◕ .◕人＼
Later...
The Headmaster's Office was located on the topmost floor of the tower. Sir Osmond, the current Headmaster of Tristain Magic Academy, was sitting with his elbows propped on his elegantly built sequoia desk, looking unbearably bored as he shook his white beard and hair.
he slowly murmured "hrm" and pulled open a desk drawer. From inside he procured a smoking pipe. Miss Longueville, the secretary who had been writing something at the other desk placed to the side of the room, waved her feather quill.
The pipe floated into the air and landed in Miss Longueville's palm. Sir Osmond muttered dejectedly, "Is it fun taking away an old man's little pleasures? Miss, um..."
"Managing your health is also part of my job, Sir Osmond.", emphasis on the old.
Sir Osmond stood up from his chair and walked up to the cool and collected Miss Longueville. Stopping behind the seated lady, he closed his eyes, his expression grave.
"If the days keep passing by so peacefully, figuring out how to spend time is going to become a rather big problem."
The wrinkles etched deeply on Osmond's face were only hints to the history of his life. People guessed him to be a hundred years old, even three hundred or more. But his true age no one really knew. It's possible he himself didn't remember anymore either.
"Old Osmond," Miss Longueville spoke up without taking her eyes off the feather quill that was scribbling away on the parchment.
"What is it? Miss..."
"Please stop talking about having nothing to do as an excuse to touch my butt."
Sir Osmond then opened his mouth slightly and began walking around in tottering steps.
"Please also refrain from pretending to be senile whenever a situation goes bad," Longueville added calmly.
Sir Osmond sighed deeply. It was the sight of a man bearing the weight of many troubles.
"Where do you think the ultimate truth to everthing lies? Haven't you ever wondered that? M'selle..."
"Wherever it is, I assure you, it's not underneath my skirt, so please stop sneaking your mouse under the desk."
Sir Osmond's face fell, and he murmured sadly, "Mótsognir."
From under Miss Longueville's desk scurried out a little white mouse. Dashing up Old Osmond's leg and perched on his shoulder, twitching its tiny head. He fished out some nuts from a pocket and held one out to the mouse.
"Squeak," the mouse chittered, apparently pleased.
"You're my only truly trustworthy friend, Mótsognir."
The mouse began nibbling on the nut. It disappeared quickly, and the mouse chittered "chuchu" once more.
"Ah, yes, yes. You want more? Very well, I shall give you more. But first, I would ask that you report back, Mótsognir."
"Squeak, Squeak"
"I see. White and plain white too, hrm. But Miss Longueville should really stick to black with laces. Wouldn't you agree, my cute Mótsognir?"
Miss Longueville's eyebrows twitched.
"OLD Osmond." ephasizing on the old.
"What is it?"
"The next time you do that, I'm reporting it to the palace."
"Don't get all prissy just because I peeked at your underwear! At this rate, you'll never get married! Ah! To be young again... Miss..."
Old Osmond began stroking Miss Longueville's butt without hesitation.
Miss Longueville gracefully stood up and wordlessly kicked her boss around.
"Sorry. Stop. Ow. I won't do it anymore. Really."
Old Osmond covered his head and cowered. Miss Longueville panted heavily as she accelerated in kicking Osmond currently down on the floor.
"Ack! How can you! Ow! Treat a senior! Ouch! In Ow! This Manner! Hey! Ouch! Watch It!"
This "peaceful" moment was interrupted by a sudden intrusion.
Jean Colbert, along with Louise entered the room, behind them is a white haired young man clad in red.
They saw.
"Looks like they're having fun. Did we come at the wrong time?" The crimson clad man asked Colbert.
"..."
"S-S-So sorry for intruding."
Then closed the door.
"Wait, its not what you think!"
／人◕ .◕人＼
Moments after the incident
Louise is sore and tired from the most harrowing ride she ever had in her 16 year old life. The contraption that came with her familiar, Dante is actually a two-wheeled vehicle, in which the rode in a similar way as riding a horse, with Louise sitting behind the Devil Hunter, hanging on for dear life, as the motorcycle, Dante called Sleipnir, raced in a speed that was beyond the speed she travelled on land before. The onrushing wind tousled her hair, and her uniform and cape, flapping wildly, and her screaming at the top of her lungs out of fear.
'Oh Founder, please get us to our destination safely,' she prayed in her thoughts. as they sped down the dirt road.
a voice took her from her train of thoughts. "Hey kid, you Okay?", it was Dante, leanng down towards the pinkette.
"I am not riding that thing again." she growled,
'Looks like she got some of her spunk back' Dante thought, absently looking around, and at the principal, proving indeed that this place is a school for magicians. The principal sported the look of the classical wizard, who incidentally looked like a character he saw from the Lord of the Rings movies, to the forcing himself not to refer to the old man as 'Gandalf'.
"Like I was saying, the fact that you have a rune on your hand indicates that you are contracted to be M'selle Valliere's familiar."
"You mean, I became someone's pet?" Dante's voice turned rough, causing the other people to stifle a shudder for some reason.
"Well, you could say it more like a magical assistant. But this is the first case we saw of a human summoned to be a familiar." Colbert said, "The runes inscribed n your hand is pretty unique, I will personally investigate on this matter."
"But for now, I suggest you go with M'selle Valliere, since you are her... er... guest." Osmond added as he stroked his long white beard.
Dante and Louise were led out of the office by the secretary Longueville. Who seems to be looking at the Devil Hunter suspiciously similar to a shy, highschool girl towards her crush.
"We'll inform you when we get some more information about your situation." Colbert promised, as the office door closed on the two.
The two stragglers finally made it to Louise' dormitory room.
Louise at this point has already got over from the depression earlier, and is now prepared for round two of breaking her familiar to her will.
Looking around, Dante comments "As expected of the modern Middle-Age comforts..."
He was then surprised when Louise took her clothes off in front of him, panties included, put on her sleeping clothes, and thrust into him the dirty clothes.
"..."
"Dante, wash these clothes."
"Wait, what did you say?" Using his left pinky Dante cleared his ear to make sure he heard right.
"Wash my clothes."
"Okay...Surely, I didn't hear you ordering me to.."
"Yes I am ORDERING you to WASH. MY. CLO-"
her order was cut off as a black blur passed way too close to her head and struck the wall behind her.
It was the skull guarded Rebellion, imbedded halfway. Thrown by Dante.
At her.
At that moment, Louise thought that her entire life just flashed before her.
The Devil Hunter now towered over her, exuding an even more scarier aura than she had ever seen. As Dante looked straight into her eyes, she could swear that it was glowing red.
"Let me tell you something, Kid" Dante smiled ferally, "If there are things that I hate the most. It's people ordering me around like they own me."
To a small sixteen year-old girl, it seemed that a terrible, indescribable image of a creature replaced the rather reasonable, albeit quirky man. Dante and the creature's image superimposed each other for a brief second, as the Dante relaxed, as he saw how terrified the girl is.
"But if you ask nicely, I just might do whatever you request." He added as he smiled, extending his left hand.
The imbedded Rebellion shook, and smoothly removed itself from the wall, and back to his waiting hand in a blur of movement.
"Now. What is it that you would like me to do?" He asked.
"Er...Nothing." Louise shrank back, her knees knocking against each other.
Dante takes the coin once more, "About that familiar thing," he began, "How do you like taking a gamble with me?"
"W-W-What?" she asked,
"I mean, I'll agree to be your familiar of sorts, if you win."
He almost smirked at the girl as hope lit up her face, then darkened as she realized the other side of the bet.
"And if I lose?" she asked, nervously.
"I get to leave."
"Oh." was all she said, thinking after seeing Dante get angry like earlier, she's expecting that she wuld be killed and mutilated in some way or another.
"Now. Do we have a bet or what?" Dante asked the dimunitive mage.
At that moment, Louise decided to go on with the bet. She has nothing much to lose anyway.
She nods her head meekly.
Dante cracked a smile "Then we have a bet. Heads you win, tails you lose." he announces the gamble as he flicked the coin up with his thumb, spinning rapidly, and caught it in a flash.
"Okay, lets see the results."
Louise held her breath.
／人◕ .◕人＼
Author notes:
So Sorry for posting the wrong doc : )
I hope you will forgive me for mixing up the character..
: ) But at least this is how I view Dante. Maybe later, You'll see other facets. Bye for now. : )