Devil May Cry

Dimensions to your world and the next

Chapter 37

Warnings: Language and violence, as far I as I can tell....

*Author's Note: Okay, so the scaly monsters in here are called Armmedessons, don't forget it.

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"How many books does this guy have?" Dante asked irritably. He pulled out another book from the shelf and threw it behind him. It landed on the ground with a thud, along with another he threw.

"Dante! Do you mind? At least have some respect for the guy's things," you told him and rolled your eyes. "Geez, the poor guy died because of us, and you go ahead wrecking his house." You pulled out a rather thick book from the shelf and sat down on the floor, your legs folded underneath you.

You had no problem getting into the city and Maxis' place. Dante's lightening speed was able to pass all the police's watchful eyes. The house was left just as it was when you entered, Maxis' body still in his study room. Dante was gracious enough to place the body in another room as you looked through the bookshelves. The decaying body odor was not easy to ignore, and Dante thought the best was to move the body. After the body was moved, Dante and you went right to business and began skimming through the material. At moments you found yourself intrigued and distracted by the interesting facts found in the novels.

"I think I found it," Dante announced. You pulled your eyes away from the page of the open book and looked up at him.

He came towards you, sitting by your side. He opened the book and flipped through the pages.

You took the book you had and placed by your side as you leaned towards Dante's side. "What does it say?"

"Gibberish," Dante simply answered. He flipped through most pages, quickly skimming the text. "Is this in a different language? What the hell?"

"Gimme that." You grabbed the book from his hands and scanned the text. You squinted your eyes, trying the making sense of the lettering and words. You sighed. "It is Gibberish." You flipped the book close, and gazed at the cover. Only the title seemed to make sense, 'Demonic Dimensions'.

Dante took it from your hands. "Maybe Lucinda knows how to translate this shit."

"Are you saying we're going to visit her now?"

Dante nodded. "Yeah, Lucinda knows many of the strange demon languages. She should know how to read this."

You frowned. "She might be too injured to try though."

"Then we'll wait. Time is ticking, I can't protect you from Aeon forever, and soon he's going to find a way to take you from me. We need to get you home before he gets to you first."

You gave a nod. "You're right, let's get out of here."

You flipped through the pages of the novel, Dante driving the car once again. The illustrations found in the book seemed interesting and well drawn. Your eyes gazed at a particular one, a drawing of what seemed to be an area. It looked to be like some sort of ruins of a building. You flipped the page, looking at another but it was a drawing of the inside. It was a great room, a circular platform in the middle. You narrowed your eyes at it. It was strange, but for some reason you had a suspicion that you might see it again. Shaking your head, you closed the book and looked forward.

"It took us two days to get to Maxis', I'm guessing we're going to be sleeping in this car tonight, right?" you assumed.

Dante smirked. "You got it, babe." He patted your leg with his hand. "Unless you're thinking of somewhere more cozy?"

"Nah, I'm not complaining, I just wanted to know."

"Mm-hm, ya know, that reminds. You still haven't told me what you were thinking about before."

You starred at him for a moment. "Dante, let it go. It was just me thinking of stupid stuff. It doesn't matter anymore."

"Baby, listen, if we're going to get you home together, I expect that both of us not keep secrets." Dante turned towards you. "All right?"

You sighed irritably, starring through the windshield and crossing your arms over you chest. "I was just wondering about the whole 'you're the only one for me' thing you said earlier. There, happy now?"

Dante cocked up a brow. "What do you mean by wondering?" He pulled his eyes away from the road and back at you.

"You may not know it, but I know how you think, Dante. You've always been a flirt, but I don't want you lying or joking about things like that...it...it gives me the wrong idea, okay?"

"Hey, whoa, wait a minute," he replied instantly, quickly pulling the car to the side of the road. He turned to you, his eyebrows furrowed. "You think I say those things because you're another pretty face?"

"Dante... just forget it and drive, please."

"No. I want to talk to you. Now, answer my question." His voice sounded demanding, different from his usual tone.

You gazed towards him, a frown on your lips. "What am I supposed to think? Guys like you thrive to have fun with a pretty girl."

"Have you ever considered that I might be different?" he asked. You starred at him, confused. What did he just say? you asked yourself. "Babe, there's more than fun you can have with a pretty girl," he whispered softly. Dante leaned in, crashing his lips upon yours. Your eyes widened. He slipped off his seatbelt slowly adjusting himself as he grazed his tongue against your bottom lip. Reluctantly, you closed your eyes and gave in, letting him take off your own seat belt and lay you against the seat. You parted your lips, Dante entering his tongue inside your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling his hands outline your body, rubbing against the outsides of your thighs. His movements seemed slightly aggressive but you didn't seem to mind, this was Dante we're talking about. His tongue explored every inch of your mouth, fighting against your own. You let out a light moan as you felt his hand slowly slide under your shirt, rubbing against your bare skin. Suddenly, sirens could be heard outside. Dante parted from you, his eyebrows furrowed as he lifted his head up to see what was going on.

"Dante?" you called, uncertain if something bad is about to happen.

He let out an irritated sigh. "Shit, cops."

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*Author's Note: Hmm, he would be that kind of guy, wouldn't he? Unless he were with 'you', he seems to be different. And the cops ruined that epic kiss!