Devil May Cry

Dimensions to your world and the next

Chapter 44

Warnings: Language and Violence

*Author's Note: Hmmm, these are good, and I'm trying to enjoy myself while editing, but with the keyboard not letting me type, it's a little hard. I hope it doesn't stay like this for a long time....

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Dante's grasp on Nicholas' shoulder tightened, growing more heard. You slowly looked up, your eyes wide as you gazed upon Dante's violent dark eyes. They held such anger. Nicolas turned his gaze towards Dante, his stare holding hostility. You had to admit you were more then glad Dante had interrupted the moment. You had no idea what you were going to do if Nicholas had gone further. Slapping him across the face sounded good, but now that Dante was here there was no need for that anymore. Curiosity attacked you however, what would happen next? Would Dante really think to hurt Nicholas? Would he go that far? While thinking of these raging thoughts a more distinct question overlapped all others. Was this the wrath of Dante's jealousy?

"Hey, look buddy; I'm not doing anything wrong. Why should it matter to you anyway? You're not her boyfriend--"

Nicholas was soon cut off when a hard fist made contact against his jaw. You gasped as Nicholas was partially thrown back, holding his jaw and swearing under his breath. "What the fu--" Dante soon cut him off again, gripping the collar of his dress shirt and pulling him to his eye level.

"If I see you ever lay a finger on her again I swear I'll..."

"Get your fucking hands off of me," Nicholas spat. "I don't want to lose my job just to kick your sorry ass. And if I recall, she was the one to say she was available."

Dante narrowed his eyes at him, averting his gaze towards you. Your mouth was agape, shocked of what Nicholas had said. "I did not!" you shouted.

Nicholas gazed at you from the corner of his eye. "You were the one who said that you weren't seeing anyone," Nicholas brought his sights back towards Dante; "I can see why you're single if you have a controlling jealous friend like him." Nicholas then shoved against Dante, letting his grip go from his collar. "Unless of course you're leading him on and going after other men, that's what I call a whore."

You couldn't believe your ears. Did he just call you a whore? The nerve of that guy, he knew nothing about you. And yet he throws conclusions out in front of people's face like he is such a big shot himself. You were about to get your hands on him when Dante threw a punch to his gut. Nicholas doubled over, gasping for breath. Before Dante could attack again, Nicholas regained his composure and tackled him down.

"Oh shit..." you whispered, sliding out of the booth, "guys stop it!" The two completely ignored you, rolling on the floor and hitting one another.

Dante rolled atop Nicholas, holding onto the collar of his shirt. "Take it back!" he shouted.

"I'm not taking back anything!" shouted Nicholas, rolling Dante on his back. "For all I know, she is a whore."

Dante rolled him on his back once again. "You're just pissed off she rejected you. I doubt a fine girl like her would ever find a guy like you appealing." Dante smirked. You blushed at his flirtatious compliment. Nicholas then threw a punch across Dante's face, the both of them going at each other once again.

"What is going on here?!" shouted a man. You shot your gaze towards a short chubby man whom had just run in. He wore a white dress shirt and black dress pants. A name tag over his right breast said manager. This couldn't be good.

You ran towards the two, grabbing Dante's wrist just as he was about to throw a punch towards Nicholas' face. "Dante, relax, come on." Dante stopped fighting against your grip, holding back his fist. You gestured him to get off of Nicholas, which he reluctantly did. While Dante was beginning to stand up you held onto his arm, hoping he wouldn't try anything as soon as you let go.

"Nicholas, what the hell do you think you're doing?!" the manager shouted.

Nicholas rubbed off the small trickle of blood from his bottom lip with the back of his hand. Slowly he got to his feet, sending vicious glares towards Dante. "That guy frickin' punched me!" he shouted.

You didn't know what to do. You just held onto Dante's arm with a nervous feeling building up in your stomach as you stood there.

"Is this true?" The manager asked, gazing towards Dante.

"I wouldn't have if you showed my girl respect," Dante spat. You blushed. Did he say my girl? Nicholas didn't say anything, only kept a firm stare on Dante, both glaring towards one another.

"I'm sorry you two, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave," the manager informed. He turned his sight to Nicholas, pointing a finger. "And you, I want you to grab your shit and leave your uniform here. You're fired!"

Nicholas sneered. "Good riddance, I was going to quit anyway." He then walked off, shoving past a shocked Alice, whom had just witness the entire ordeal.

"C'mon Dante, lets get out of here," you whispered towards him. Grabbing his hand, you began pulling him towards the entrance doors, leaving your half eaten lunch behind. At least you had eaten a bit for free, right? But that wasn't much of a concern, not now anyway. Dante was soon walking by your side as soon as you reached the parking lot, the two of you separating hands to walk around the car to get in opposite sides. Dante was silent as he unlocked his door, stepping inside and reaching for your lock. You opened the door just as he was settling in. Once you took a seat on the passenger side, you looked over to Dante whom was just clicking on his seatbelt. Slightly, you smiled, leaning in and planting a kiss on his cheek. He blinked a few times, looking over at you with an odd stare.

"What was that for?"

"A thank you gift for standing up for me, I really appreciate it."

Dante smirked, quirking up a brow. "You know, a real thank you gift would be here," he said slyly, tapping his finger on his lips. You laughed silently as he placed his hand at the back of your neck, pulling you into him, lips against lips. You closed your eyes, feeling the sensual touch as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. The tip of his tongue ran across the surface of yours for a brief moment before he parted from you. A large grin was held on his face. "That was so worth getting punched in the face for," he remarked, beginning to feel his jaw. "And you know what this means too, right?"

You looked at him, confused. "What?"

"I lost the bet, you win a full on back rub...from me."

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*Author's Note: It's supposed to say "hard" probably, back up at the top? You know, where it says "heard." Just saying, 'cause I can't edit well today. Sorry! I do like this fight though ^^ It was interesting, and now it seems that people shouldn't go to this place because it has bad waiters and waitresses who pick fights with customers.