Guess who's back!
First off, I want to say thank you. Thank you to all who supported me for revealing the truth about myself, were understanding about it and begged me not to quit Fanfiction. I had thought that I would be met with pitchforks and angry hate comments, but you all surprised me. You complimented me for revealing the truth, understood that I was trying to be better and wished me luck in whether or not I would stay on Fanfiction or quit. You guys are the best readers a guy could ask for, because I enjoy Fanfiction. It's a good hobby that takes my mind off anything personal, but lately I had too much on my plate in my life that needed to my attention, so my hiatus had to happen.
I had to deal with a bad infection from a tooth abscess, which resulted in me going to hospital to get surgery done for it to be removed and drained, then spend several days healing before I could get released. And even then, I had to take it easy. There are also other things that needed my attention, but those are personal to me alone.
But now I'm back, and ready to keep cranking out chapters and stories for you guys, to be better than I was before. To learn from my past mistakes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry or Marvel. I only own the OC Drake Redgrave.
Saddled on his Kawasaki Ninja 400, Drake drove down a street with the wind whipping as he passed by, his hair billowing in the wind as his eyes squinted a little due to the speed and the wind passing him by, hitting his face.
It didn't take him long to reach the district of Hell's Kitchen from Midtown High, and it specially didn't take him long to reach his apartment building, located on 485 W 46th Street. The building looked plain from the outside, though the estate agent he spoke with to get the apartment said that it's very well placed as there are several restaurants nearby, the subway is only a few blocks North, and there are some good bars around which was a plus in Drake's book.
He may be seventeen, but he had his ways of getting into bars so he can have a drink.
Pulling up, Drake, kicked the stand out for his motorcycle and got off with a small grunt before heading inside. The inside was as gloomy as the outside, but without the sunlight to help. It was an old and unkempt place; not the cleanest too, but Drake has seen worse. Everything can't look nice and clean like some rich snob lives here.
From what Drake has been informed, he would be sharing his floor with two others, a Malcolm Ducasse and a Jessica Jones. Drake really wasn't sure about it, but figured that as long as they don't bother him then he won't bother them.
Entering the elevator, Drake pressed the button to go to his floor.
When he arrived at the right floor, the doors opened, showing a long corridor with doors on both sides and one door right at the end; a woman was coming from that apartment.
The woman approached the elevator with fast steps. She had black hair, very white skin and was using a black leather jacket and old jeans; her face, however, couldn't exactly be described as anything close to welcoming. That was a shame, she was quite pretty.
"Sup-"
"Fuck off!" interrupted the woman, sliding past him and entering the elevator.
Drake blinked then shouted back as the doors were starting to close. "What crawled up your ass and died?" He caught a glimpse of the woman's scowl just as the doors closed and the elevator went down. Drake shook his head. "Must be Jessica Jones or else that'll be the first woman who has ever went by Malcolm."
If a woman like that was his neighbour, chances are there was gonna be some violent arguments if he and that woman cross paths again, which they most likely will since they live on the same floor.
Fishing his keys out of his pocket, Drake was about to put them into the keyhole when he noticed the door was slightly opened. Narrowing his eyes, Drake quietly pushed the door open and walked in, only to be slightly caught off guard when a man got off the couch and pointed a knife at him.
"What are you doing in my apartment?!"
Drake was about to correct him when he noticed the peanut butter in his hands and raised an eyebrow, then took a look at the man and noticed several things that made Drake quickly realize what he was. He looked terribly unhealthy; he was thin, had black skin, wasn't particularly tall and had a very high afro. Undoubtly, he had to be a drug addict.
Drake's nose never lies.
"So, crunchy or smooth?" Drake gestured to the peanut butter.
"Crunchy of course," the man mumbled, putting the knife back on the jar and scratching his nose. "Is there any other way to eat it?"
Drake shrugged as he walked in, finding the man to be no threat. "I prefer just butter when I'm putting it on bread." he took off his jacket and threw it onto the desk that had been set up in what he'll deem to be his office room, since he intended to get his demon hunting business started, even had a name for it already. "So, what's your name?"
"Malcolm," he muttered.
"I'm Drake," he extended his hand and, after a moment, Malcolm shook it. "I think I'm your new neighbour."
"Yeah?"
"Yep. But, the thing is, I'm almost certain that this apartment here is the one I'm renting. Do you think it's possible you got confused and entered the wrong one?"
Malcolm shrugged noncommittally.
"Happened before."
"Meh, that's alright. I've seen that happen before." Drake assured him, checking the kitchen and humming quietly as he noted the almost empty cupboards. God, he really needed to start getting this place fixed and running, but to be fair he did just get the place the other day and didn't have time to worry about shopping before his first day at Midtown High. "Now, Malcolm, since there's three doors on this floor, I'm going to assume yours is the one across from mine. So why don't you go and rest up, take the peanut butter with you."
Once Malcolm had left, Drake closed the door and locked it, sighing as he turned and got to work. He had some unopened boxes, some of which contained spare clothes and living essentials, though he was focused on the one on his desk. He was thankful that the apartment came with what he wanted, and it especially helped that he got a double-bed to count as well.
"Right, a lot of work needs to be done here." Drake muttered, looking around and mentally placing things he wanted where they would be going while opening the unopened box on his desk, smirking when he saw the contents and pulled it out.
A neon sign that said the name of his demon hunting agency, created to receive calls from those who experience something completely out of the ordinary or see a 'strange creature'.
Devil May Cry.
Several days passed by, and Drake found himself adapting and enjoying life in Hell's Kitchen as well as adjusting to being at Midtown High, though that could be because of the friends he had made in the form of Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson. His apartment was doing well as he cleaned it up and got several things he wanted delivered, he also didn't run into Jessica Jones after their first meeting, if you can call it that, though Malcolm seemed okay, if only he'll stop with the drugs because those aren't good for the health.
But of course, like any teenager, he got bored with school and always hoped for something to happen to relieve his boredom, which is why he accepted Peter's invitation to come to this science event thing he had been invited too. Science wasn't really his thing, he was more focused on killing demons than understanding the mysteries that involved science like black holes and all that shit.
Still, Peter was his friend, so Drake figured he could grin and bear the sciency talk for a bit and check out the science event with Peter. And here he was, looking at some particle accelerator machine and listening to a guy explain what it did in a monotone voice.
Most of the science behind it went over his head completely, but by the look on Peter's face, he understood and was fascinated by everything the guy was saying. At least one of them knew what was going on.
"Pete? Peter?" Drake whispered, trying not to make much noise as people around him listened intently, hanging off every word that was said.
Peter looked at him in confusion. "Yea?"
"Isn't she in our school?" He pointed towards a beautiful blonde girl sat a few seats down from them, holding a notepad as she scribbled down word after word upon it.
Peter looked in the direction Drake's finger was pointing at and released a squeak that made more than a few people look at him in a mix of confusion and annoyance. Drake himself couldn't help but smirk as Peter sank into his chair in embarrassment, his face bright red as even the blonde girl he had pointed out looked over in their direction.
Drake gave a lazy, two-finger salute which made the girl smile a little before the half-demon looked at Peter with a teasing smirked. "Somebody's got a crush~" He said in a sing-along way.
"Shut up!" He hissed back and Drake was pleased to note that there was some measure of bite to it. Unlike before, when Drake first met him, it seems Peter had actually developed some measure of backbone.
"Her name's Gwen Stacy, right? Flash's ex?" Drake said, recalling hearing talks of a blonde girl named Gwen that was with Flash before the jock got with the cheerleader, Liz Allen.
"Yeah." Peter nodded, then ended the conversation then and there before Drake could find more ways to tease him.
The two sat in silence as Drake watched, out of the corner of his eye as Peter slowly began to relax and get back into the guy's speech. Drake shook his head before looking ahead, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Ow!" Peter hissed, his hand slapping to the back of his neck in reflex as he felt a stinging pain suddenly, thinking something had hit him. When he pulled his hand away, he found nothing.
"You okay?" Drake frowned, then looked around for any signs that somebody threw something at Peter.
"I'm fine, just felt something prick me in the back of the neck." Peter reassured Drake, who after a few more tense moments, eventually relaxed back into his seat, much to the relief of those behind Peter who had been on the receiving end of the white-haired teen's hard stare.
"You're sure?" Peter nodded his head and the two returned their attentions back to the speech, unaware that Peter was not the only one to get bitten that day or what that meant for both affected parties.
And that's it for this chapter. I apologise if it's not much, but I didn't want to put in WAY too much. As you can see, I'm involving the MCU into this, though not much of it. At least, until after the Avengers 2012 plotline will I start to branch into other Marvel media like comics, TV shows, and whatnot, but will still keep the Netflix MCU shows like Daredevil, Jessica Jones, the Punisher, and whatnot.
The MCU helps setting up the Marvel universe in this story, though I am also involving the 2005 Fantastic Four plotline at some point soon.
Harem: Mary Jane Watson, Felicia Hardy/Black Cat, Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow, Jessica Drew/Spider-Woman, Carol Danvers/Warbird, Jennifer Walters/She-Hulk, Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch, Laura Kinney/X-23, Jean Grey/Phoenix, Emma Frost/White Queen, Raven Darkholme/Mystique, Selene Gallio/Black Queen, Madelyne Pryor/Goblin Queen, Betsy Braddock/Psylocke, Sif, Amora/Enchantress, Umar, Lorna Dane/Polaris, Bobbi Morse/Mockingbird, Elektra Natchios.