A/N:: Good day, everyone! Thank you for reading, you know, cause there are so many other stories and here you are, eyes eagerly shifting from word to word, glancing around, painting pictures in those round little heads that we all have... Wait... Wait, don't go!!
I do not own CAPCOM'S Devil may Cry, or Dante or his catch phrase "Jackpots!" or pizza or a pool table... but I do own leftovers. Yay, leftovers!
As a special note, I wish to add a special thanks to all those who cared to review my story! Thanks SilverFang4190 and Dante's blade, I appreciate your kind words!! =D
Goldie's ear twitched slightly. She was getting a good rub down from the man's rough hands. The skin at the corners of her eyes would stretch, causing her to squint. He must not be- another drag down her back caused a few hairs to be pulled from their roots. Aware! Of how hard he's doing this... "There," he said simply, obviously feeling rather accomplished. The dark blue dog shook her fur.
Dante was sprayed by a fine mist from the furry creature. "Aw, man!" he threw down the soaking wet towel, useless to him now. "C'mon, I'm already wet here! Throw me a bone will ya?" Two yellow golden eyes beamed up at him, her mouth open and panting. He shook his head, and patted her on the side. "You know," he said slowly at first, "I just realized something... I haven't given you a name yet..." His eyes went up, as if he was trying to look at the top of his head. His hand reached up to rub his chin.
"Hmm, how about 'Stay'. Heh, that would be pretty funny. Or Mr. Kitty. That's good too. Maybe... Bun Buns. Yeah, that's it!" The hound reared up and nuzzled him. "Aw, how cute... Cutie, you think that would be better suited for you? No, what am I thinking, you need a tough name. Killer, yeah that's it. That or Tiger Toes." Dante went back to mulling it over again, "Nope, none of those seem right for you. You're unique, Frixie. Naw, too hard to remember..." He rose to his feet, a few water droplets dropped to the ground from time to time as he paced around his office. "Butter Babe? Cuddles? Sparky?" His eyes looked down at the dog calmly sitting dog. "Nay...Twinkle?" Dante stopped. The stray cocked its head to one side. A silly look washed over his face, he calmed himself down before saying, "Skimpy."
A name is a very important thing to a demon. In fact, it is often times the only link a demon has to its own existence. Skimpy? Is that what you wish to call me?... Well... I... "Yeah, that's it! Its perfect!" She wanted to tell him that they call her Goldie, for the distinct color of her eyes. Despite all of his enthusiasm, she wanted to keep her name. It was very important to her, a touchstone to all her memories of the past, no matter how painful they were. She wanted to keep them close to her heart, no matter the price, it was like embracing a pile of thorned roses. "My name is Dante, by the way. I guess it's official then. You are all mine now!" A charming smile graced his face that was obscured by long silvery white strands of hair. Goldie was overcome with a feeling that she hadn't felt in a very long time. It was like the rising of a phoenix from cold dead ashes. A feeling of security and love: Home. The steel blue hound jumped on is paws. She latched onto his broad shoulders, a moist pink tongue lavishing him with affection. All of the hurt, all of the pain of being to alone faded away. Master... Master Dante... Thank you, Thank you...
"Easy there! I might suffocate." Dante had to shove the still very wet dog off of himself. He wiped his hands across his face. "Kisses is looking more and more like a better name for you, Skimpy." He like the way the word rolled off his lips when he spoke it. He ruffled his damp heavy hair to help it dry out. Dante then began to focus his attention to unbuttoning his shirt. One by one, more of his toned muscular chest was being revealed, from top to bottom.
Goldie was finding it harder and harder to breath. The sight of his well defined body was making her feel so... The contours of his flesh, that sweet yet musky smell of his body. It was all so... Intoxicating. She swallowed a sudden amount of water in her mouth. Dante's robust arms stretched back as he pulled off the shirt. A built chest and abs glistened with water. Her tongue licked the roof of her mouth, wanting more. He made a grunt, "Pants got to come off, too, eh?" He began to fiddle with the skull belt that kept his pants on. A knock at the door caused him to turn and dash to the door. Goldie exhaled a breath she had been keeping.
"Pizza delivery!" said a voice from outside the door. "Jackpots!" he exclaimed with fervent anticipation. The door nearly flew off the hinges as he threw it open. A pasty white teen with pimples on his chin froze. The pizza boy's eyes grew wide, he took a breath to say something as Dante swiped the pizza box from his hands and slammed the door in his face by kicking the door with the bottom side of his boot. "Thanks for the food," Dante added, "And for paying for it, too!" Dante triumphantly skipped to the table as the sounds of the teen on his motor bike faded away. He placed it on his writing desk. The with box with the letters 'Pizza Mia, we deliver!' in large bold letters on the cover. The demon hunter wafted and savored it all in, "Ah! There's nothing quite like the smell of freshly delivered pizza!" His hand opened the box, steam curled from the densely topped pizza. Without any further delay, he grabbed a slice. It was a half inch from his mouth when the phone rang. With an annoyed grunt he picked up the handle, "Sorry busy, call back later. Or never." Again the slice rose to his face.
"Dante, wait!" the whiny voice of Enzo Ferino sounded, "Please!!" Dante sighed and put the receiver back to his cheek.
"What?" unbenownst to him, the dark blue hound was sniffing around the box of fresh food. Dante moved the pizza slice back to his face.
"There is a job tomorrow. Really easy,too. Just hear me out; all we have to do is go down town-"
"Uh-huh" he said, not paying any attention at all. Enzo continued, "... With the owner complaining about..."
"Yeah." The half demon said as he stared at the pizza. "... It pays pretty good. So we'll leave tomorrow?" Dante started chewing a large mouth full of delicious pizza. "Mhm-hmm." he said before hanging up the phone. He looked back to grab another piece, licking the ends of his fingers. His hand froze to find it missing. Dante's attention shifted to his new pet dog next to his leg. It's head was in the pizza box, a madly wagging tail as loud noises of sloppy eating sounded.
Far off, a flock of birds flew off a telephone wire to the unexpected deafening noise of a man screaming.
Goldie looked back at her master. Huh? she thought as she licked her chops. Dante had collapsed over his desk. Is he... Sobbing? She trotted up to him and nuzzled him slightly. His light blue eyes stared at her. "Why... do you torture me?..." Dante groaned and thumped his head on the table when he let it fall. She whined and licked his hand that still smelled of pizza. Goldie paused and walked over to his other side. She barked. He patted her head. "You're forgiven.... for now..."
Dante strode over to his pool table for a bit of R&R. Since my dinner plans are just ruined, might as well play the night away. He mindlessly struck the orbs with not much intention. Idly twirling the stick when planning his next move. Boredly playing with the broken edge of the table, making the unwinding seam fall to pieces. Skimpy watched with intense eyes, studying his movements. The half devil even put the stick behind him to finish off the last striped and the eight fall into their respective pockets in one swat. Finally, with a stretch and a yawn, he decided it was time for bed. He walked to the spiral staircase located at the back of his place, lazily slipping his boots off as he went. He soon made it to the room above; it was bare except for a sinlge bed with a thin blanket. Dante plopped into the well worn mattress that he slept in only when sleeping on the couch didn't seem to appetizing. Skimpy yawned and curled up beside him, Dante mindlessly andsoftly patted her head as he drifted off to sleep...
He could not believe his dream. There was a small cute girl snuggled up next to him. Even better... She's naked. Her soft smooth skin seemed to be illuminated in the moonlight. Dante could feel the pleasant sensation of her body heat against his bare skin. An arm encircled her small frame, bringing her closer to him...