Dante sighed. Why has this fight taken so long? He wanted to get back to have more pizza, and maybe even a strawberry sundae. Maybe. He looked over at Cloud, who's blond hair and blue eyes were shimmering. Cloud, looking into these eyes, noticed that his eyes were not green, or glowing - he noticed this just as Cloud closed his eyes. This wasn't even who he was supposed to be fighting. But eveything that happened next seemed to be one flowing, constant motion. His sword, which was glowing, unlike his eyes, a brighter and brighter blue, was soon too bright to look directly at. Vincent had been taking his time to walking behind Cloud, a faint smile apparent on his easy-going face. His eyes closed, he crossed his arms and whispered something into Cloud's ear that, with the rain pouring down, Dante couldn't hear.
The blond man brought his sword up to his face, as though he were going to run and impale Dante with it. Well, his brother had done that with his own sword only a few weeks earlier, so why not? He would just get up from it; so were the benefits of being the son of Sparda-the demon king. Cloud opened his eyes and spun his body, swinging his sword directly accross when he came around. He stood there for a few sconds, then the wave hit them. Dante, who was much stronger, was able to withstand the force of it, but Krys was still a young devil hunter. He blocked and blocked the wave of the attack, but the raw force of it was still enough to push him off the Temen-ni-gru. Dante smiled. He looked over at Cloud and Vincent, nodding.
"If you'll excuse me." He said as he started going towards the stairs. Vincent blocked him off. Dante smiled and spoke again, "I'm afraid I was mistaken. You're not the man I was sent to fight-that man has glowing green eyes. Yours are blue. By the way, name's Dante. I run the Devil May Cry shop. If you're interested, come by later." He said as he slid by Vincent and walked down the tower.
"Vincent..." Dante heard, and it sounded like the blond-haired man talking. He stopped to eavesdrop on the conversation. "Vincent... where the hell are we?"
"Well, ShinRa Corporation said that their ship took us to a place known as Fortuna. But I'm not sure if that's exactly right; after all, ShinRa is known to screw up once in a while, right Cloud?" Vincent spoke with a hint of humor hidden in his voice.
"Fortuna, eh?" Dante spoke aloud. He was still standing on the stairs. "That's quite a ways away from here."
"Dammit," Cloud said. He sighed and placed his sword on his back, in what, to Dante, seemed to be a magnetic holster. "And I Don't have Fenrir with me."
"Sorry to hear that. Well, like I said, have fun~ if you need anything for now, since I attacked you on accident, come by the Devil May Cry shop." Dante pointed to the left of him, directly behind Cloud and Vincent's facing. "It's the building straight through the massive gaping hole there."
Dante opened the door to his shop. No one was there. With a sigh, he walked over to his pool table, picked up the pool stick, and aimed. He hit the cue ball once, and it bounced and ricketed off of all the other balls, and yet it was the only one to go into a whole. With his already short fuse and currently feelings, he swung the pool stick like it was a sword and broke the table, and the stick, in half. What remained of the stick crumbled into dust. He closed his eyes, breathing in heavily. Slowly, he exhaled, and walked to his desk. He picked up the phone that was there jsut as it began to ring, and answered.
"Devil May Cry."
"Why is the man still alive, Dante~?" It was the creepy man from the last time he got a call. Dante's shop wasn't as popular as you'd suspect.
"The man that was up there, his eyes weren't green. And they weren't glowing. So the man I was supposed to kill was not up there a week from when you told me he would. Therefore, the man is, logically, still alive, unless a force outside of either of our powers were to take action in the situation."
"Oh? Are you certain of this, Dante~?"
"Yes. Now tell me! Where. Is. Lady?"
"Ah ah ah, you didn't keep your end of the deal. But I, an honest man, did. Like I said, she'd be right where you were when I called." The man hung up. Dante flipped the phone back onto the receiver, and looked behind the desk. Sure enough, on Dante's chair was a small card flipped over; on the other side of it was a picture of Lady. The card was signed Mary, which told Dante this might be her real name. He hadn't, until now, realized that the man had told him that before; a week earlier.