Devil May Cry

Dimensions to your world and the next

Chapter 3

Warnings: (So far, Language)

*Author's Note: Right, right, so the chapters are short right now, and I think the plot if building, I'm not sure. (To be honest, I think the Re4 story was better, but sorry, that's not my opinion to make...)

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Dante narrowed his vision on you. You continued to stare at him with disbelief. This is just a bad dream...okay so it's not a bad dream, it's a really good dream with a sexy half demon in it, you thought.

"How do you know my name?" he finally asked, watching you with careful blue eyes.

"Do you not know the concept of VID-EO GAME CHAR-AC-TER?" you replied, emphasizing the syllables of the statement. He cocked up a brow.

"You probably hit your head too hard, because, I'm not a video game character."

You ran your fingers down your face and softly sighed. "Why does it matter? This is just a dream anyways."

"Oh, yeah?" Dante questioned. You nodded until you felt a jolt of pain on your arm.

"Ow! What the hell was that for?!" you yelped, rubbing where Dante had pinched you.

"If this was a dream you wouldn't have felt that," he said matter-of-factly. Your eyes widen as big as saucers.

"Holy shit..."

You sat now on Dante's couch, starring at the ground, going through all the laws of physics you could remember, but nothing you thought of made sense of the situation. Okay this makes no sense what so ever...

"You want something to drink?" Dante asked. You looked up at him

"Uh, yeah, sure," you answered.

He walked off towards his small kitchen. You looked around the small room. Two couches placed against the walls, a TV placed across the couches. A desk opposite from the front double doors. Pizza boxes were stacked on top of each other beside an old black phone on the old wooden desk.

"What do y'want?" he called out.

"Water's just fine," you called back. He came back into the room with a cup of water in his hand. "Thanks." He nodded as he handed it to you.

"So...where did you find me?" you asked, stealing a glance from him.

"While doing my job, you appeared in a flash of light," he replied.

"Flash of light?" you questioned, cocking up an eyebrow.

"Yeah, you had a bullet to your head too, but it healed."

You felt your forehead, again feeling nothing. "I was shot before I came here."

"Shot?" Dante asked, leaning against his desk behind him.

"Yeah," you nodded, "By you...well at least it was a video of you, and the bullet came out of my TV." Dante furrowed his brow, bringing his fingers to his jaw in thought. After a few moments of silence he spoke up.

"You hungry? If you want I got some-" he was cut off when the phone abruptly rang. Dante ran his fingers through his white silvery hair and picked up the receiver. You instantly tuned out his conversation he was having on the other line.

You took a sip of the cold liquid.

Okay, so Dante is apparently real right now, and I'm his world? No matter how many times I say it, I still sound like a crazy person. Damn it! I want to go home! you thought. Just as your mind became silent Dante hung up the phone, letting it flip in the air and land on the base.

"Well babe, I got a job to do, stay in my shop until I come back, got that?" he informed as he began to put on his red leather trench coat and equipping his weapons.

"Yeah..." you whispered.

"If you're hungry, help yourself, I got left over pizza in the fridge," he said as he put his sword Rebellion in place. He began walking towards the double doors until he stopped a foot away from them. "Ya know, I never got your name," he said, looking over at you from his shoulder.

"Oh right it's ___________," you replied. He gave a nod and smirked.

"Later, ____________," and with that he kicked open the doors and casual stepped outside, letting the doors shut behind him. You starred at the wooden doors for a moment then blinked and looked around.

"Great...I'm all by myself," you said sarcastically and stood up. "Might as well get some pizza."

You walked towards the kitchen, taking a few sips of your water every so often. After you went and grabbed two slices of pizza and heated them in the microwave (DS: Does Dante even have a microwave? If not, he's going to have one now Muhaha!) you walked back to the couch, slumping back down and taking a bite out of the pizza.

"Ugh...fresh pizza is better, but this will have to do," you remarked and decided to turn on the TV.

You flipped through the channels, looking for something interesting. You finally left it on a movie that you have never seen before. You finished up your pizza and laid across the couch, your head rested on the arm. You yawned, looking up at the clock, wondering when Dante would be coming back and how he was going to get you back home.

Your eyelids began to get heavy and every so often began to shut themselves. Eventually you gave in. You soon fell asleep, hearing the gentle sounds of the TV continue on.

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*Author's Note: I have nothing to say, actually.....