Devil May Cry

Dimensions to your world and the next

Chapter 42

Warnings: Language and Violence

*Author's Note: Since I can't edit without re-typing the entire thing, it's thrown me off so bad, my typing is coming out so terrible! Why! Why!

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Dante lifted his gaze towards you, a grin spreading across his lips. He placed his menu down on the table, leaning back against the chair, his arms rested over the head rest. "Jealous? Dante doesn't get jealous," he said, winking.

You rested your arms over the table. You cocked up a brow with a smirk. "I'm sure," you said sarcastically.

"Babe, are you calling me a liar?"

You chuckled lightly. "Maybe, I mean everyone at least once in their lifetime has to feel some point of envy."

"Not this man," Dante replied, pointing towards himself with his thumb.

You smirked. "Care to make a wager?"

"What kind of wager?"

"I bet you, by the time that we are here to the point that we leave you will show some sort of jealousy."

Dante leaned against the table. "And what happens when I win? Admit it, _________, you don't have any money on you."

You blinked. "Who said we were betting with money?"

Dante's lips slowly turned into a grin. "What do you propose?"

You shrugged. "I don't know. A back rub sounds good," you began rubbing your shoulders, "my shoulders are stiff."

"Alright," Dante held out his hand, "winner gets a full on back rub."

You nodded, bringing your hand in his. "Deal." The two of you shook on it, just as the waiter, Nicholas, came back with your drinks. Dante and you retracted the hold on both of his and your hands to allow Nicholas to place down your Nestea can and Dante's Pepsi.

"Here you go, one Nestea and one Pepsi," he informed, placing down the ice cold cans onto the table. "Your food should be done soon. Can I get you two anything else?"

"What kind of desert do you guys have?" you asked kindly.

Nicholas grinned. "Ice cream, cakes, pretty much anything sweet that you could think of," he answered.

"Sounds good, doesn't it Dante?" you turned to Dante, trusting to see some sort of envy on his face. Unfortunately, he kept a straight expression, a smile on his lips as if thinking that he had already won this bet. No way. You were going to earn that backrub whether it took drastic measures. Okay, maybe not too drastic. The last thing you were going to do was jump all over Nicholas in order to get Dante's attention. But it would be nice to see Dante's reaction in the end.

Nicholas rested one hand against the table, leaning slightly. "So, what brings you two here again?"

"Again?" you asked innocently. Was he asking the question or was it a question from Alice? You were sure you never saw him at the diner before; in fact you knew you didn't.

He chuckled, his laugh soft in your ears. "Alice told me you caused quiet the trouble." His gaze was towards you as he held a smirk on his lips. You blushed lightly, rubbing your arm, not really agreeing or disagreeing on his statement.

"Luckily you weren't banned from here."

"I doubt we would have been considering she was a tad rude to us customers," you remarked.

"Heh, don't worry, I'll be as polite and friendly as I can." Nicholas winked, forcing you to form a nervous smile. Quickly you took a glimpse towards Dante. He still held no angry expression on his face, but it did seem his eyebrow was twitching slightly. He cleared his throat. Nicholas brought his attention towards him.

"So, how long until our food is done? Me and _________ got to get back on the road," Dante remarked. Smart plan, you thought, to grab Nicholas' attention away from you. In a slight way you had to agree that it benefited you, you were getting a little more attention then you asked for. Attention is good until it gets too overwhelming that it is down right uncomfortable.

"I can't tell you an exact time, but it should be cooked in a few minutes seeing as we don't have many customers today," he answered. "Where are the two of you headed?"

"We're going to visit a friend at the hospital," you spoke up.

Nicholas raised his eyebrows. "I hope she's okay..."

"She will be..." Dante whispered, his expression growing soft.

"That's good. So, are you two old friends?" My, he seemed a little nosy, didn't he? Sounds like certain waitress that had once served you.

"Um, well..." you started.

"We go way back," Dante cut you off. Damn, Dante was determined to win this, wasn't he? Nicholas was your only chance of winning a back rub, if he hinted him off Dante would win the bet. Oh, no, it wasn't going down that way. You were definitely going to win, if a little innocent flirting would have to take part, then so be it.

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*Author's Note: Hmm, one part it should say "Quite the trouble," but she has quiet. So don't mind that. Maybe I'll do some spelling corrections at the bottom of these.