Devil May Cry
Dimensions to your world and the next
Chapter 5
Warnings: Language, and violence
*Author's Note: I don't know why she's got the chapters so short in this story, and I'm hoping they'll get longer, so try to enjoy yourself, no matter how short these chapters are ^^' (I have a feeling this story won't be as popular as the Resident Evil 4 was....)
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Light shined in your eyes, flooding through the drapes that were covering the window. You yawned and slowly opened your eyes. You were sleeping on your side, your arm hanging off the bed. A heavenly aroma filled your senses, waking you up instantly. You breathed in the delicious scent and decided to follow it.
You opened the door from Dante's room, into the small hallway. The scent was much more precise. You followed it all the way downstairs towards the kitchen. Dante was at the stove cooking food, again topless, not that you minded.
Whoa, last thing I'd expect to see Dante do, you thought.
He then turned around, hearing your footsteps enter the kitchen.
"Hey, I made some breakfast for you, if you like bacon and eggs," he said.
"Yeah, thanks," you replied and took a seat at the small table. He set a plate of bacon and eggs in front of you with a fork. Dante sat on the chair across from you, with a plate of a breakfast of his own. You took a bite out of your egg, chewing and swallowing.
"We're going out today," Dante announced while chewing on his bacon.
"Where are we going?" you asked, glancing up at him.
"We're going to meet an old friend of mine, she might be able to help you," he answered.
"Are you saying you're going to help me get back home?" you questioned with hopeful eyes. He nodded.
"I need excitement in my life, so yeah I'll help you."
"Thank you, Dante," you whispered with a smile.
"No problem, babe," he winked. You blinked, Did he just call me babe?
After you both finished your breakfast you insisted on washing the dishes. Being as stubborn as you are you won the argument.
"Ready?" he asked as you entered the main room, wiping off some of the water from your hands on your pants. You nodded. He opened the door for you as you walked out. He closed the door behind him and walked at your side with his hands shoved in his pockets.
"Stay close to me, you're not used to this world," he told you as you walked through the alleyways. You nodded and walked close by him. This place seemed so unsafe to you, police sirens were going off in the distance, homeless people on the streets, and men with hoods covering their face--probably drug dealers. Okay, note to self, do not go outside alone...
"What's the matter?" Dante asked, noticing that you were uneasy.
"Your world seems so...unsecure," you told him.
"Stay near me and you'll be safe," he informed as he slowly placed his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer towards his body. You blushed and let out a nervous laugh. A few minutes passed and you were still walking down the streets. Dante neglected taking his arm off of you, not like you cared; the men standing by the streets scared you every time they gazed upon you.
The both of you entered a new narrow alleyway. A trashcan lay on its side on the pavement, rolling a few inches to the left from the force of the wind. Goosebumps started to form on your skin, after all, it was the middle of fall, seems to be the same season in this world, too. You began rubbing your arms, using friction to warm you up.
"Were almost there," Dante whispered into your ear, causing shivers to go down your spine, but it could have been just the wind. You turned the corner to a dead end. Dante laid his arm back to his side; he walked forward towards a door that was embedded in the brick wall to the left. You hadn't noticed it before; it was as if it was camouflaged into the gritty red bricks. Dante turned to you, noticing that you stopped walking.
"Are you coming or not?" he asked, rising up a brow. You bit your bottom lip with no answer. You sighed and walked towards the door, waiting for Dante to lead the way. He watched you for a moment, depicting what was going on in your head. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind and opened the door for you.
You entered a large room packed with books in many positions. The floor was carpeted with a black and gold rug. The walls were hooked with many different abstract paintings, big and small. Dante closed the door behind him, a bell suddenly rung. You looked up at the brown oak door, a bell connected at the top; it would ring every time the door was shut. Dante stood at your side as you heard footsteps come near.
"Welcome," you heard a woman's voice.
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*Author's Note: Is this okay, so far? Someone wanna tell me if the story is all right? It looks like I'll be doing about five or more a day, since the chapters are so short right now. If they get bigger, I might cut down, if not, I guess I'll be putting up as many as I feel like.