fanfic100 - 014. Green
Title: Untitled
Character: Dante
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Prompt: 014. Green
Word Count: 1095
Rating: Eh, PG-13 for Dante mouth and illusions to his belief that Baralai's trying to buttrape him.
Summary: Dante's trying to find his way back from the Cavern of the Stolen Fayth. Meets Baralai. Gets creeped out. Hauls ass.
A/N: Dante's continued adventures in Spira! If you remember this sweet little story that demonhuntress challenged me to a loooooooooooooong while back. ...I don't know why I decided to pick it back up, I just DID, okay? PURE. CRACK. And I haven't written for a Baralai, especially a shifty Baralai, in a looooooooooooooong time.
What Dante didn't understand was the fact that he'd been hired to come to Spira, to fix that nasty problem in the Cavern of the...Whatever. (No, he still hadn't remembered what it was called, nor did he really, honestly care.) He had. And he'd gotten lost on the way back, ending up in a big ass town by the name of Bevelle. The name was stupid, and the town itself was even dumber. And not a damn soul was willing to give him directions back to Guada-wally-whatthefuckever, or Luca, where the hot babes who played that underwater soccer game hung out.
Which was so his fucking luck, really.
In fact, he was damn sure the fucker in the green was following him. And the only reason Dante had noticed him, was because of his white hair, which was rare even in Spira, from what he'd seen, and for a moment he thought it was Vergil, trying to jump his ass for some stupid asinine reason. And then he remembered Vergil didn't wear green, so it made him all the more suspicious.
Besides, that guy was way too dark-skinned to be his bookworm of a brother. Vergil tended to glow in the fucking dark, he was so goddamn white.
He'd made his way to some...Long bridge thing, which overlooked a good bit of the city, and paused there, leaning over the edge as far as he dared (not that it would matter - Dante was like a cat; always landed on his feet), to peer down below, and try to retrace his steps, so he could find his way out of the creepy fucking town. It was kind of funny: He'd faced some of the nastiest monsters Hell had to spit out, and a fucking town full of wide-eyed gawkers creeped him out. He just wanted to go home, though, where everyone wasn't retarded, when his senses pinged, and he jerked upward, almost sending himself tumbling right over the edge and down into the city below, as the Vergil-wannabe in green approached.
About damn time, really.
"Maevyn Nooj's mercenary, I presume?" Right off the bat, he made Dante's brows draw into a frown, because really; he was sick of everyone knowing who the fuck he was, and him not having a fucking clue about anybody at all. And he was a shifty little bastard. That was one thing he'd gotten from his father that was worth sneezing at, even if his brother would say it was terribly underdeveloped: He could sense true intentions, if only vaguely, and this guy didn't feel very good at all.
"Yeah? What's it to you?" And that put him on the defensive, as he straightened to his full height, which was...Well, a few inches over the stranger in green with the shifty eyes. He was hiding something. It was written all over his face, if you knew where to look, but he couldn't tell what. Of course, given what Dante knew of Spira (admittedly, very little), he figured it was because a temple was nearby. That was something that Vergil had explained to him, after they'd gotten into a slapfight on the docks in Luca: The Farplane fucked with their senses, and the temples were connected. Well, to hear him tell it, and Dante would believe it, after being in that cavern, which, as he'd found out from the people outside of it, was a sort of makeshift temple for a fayth that had never gotten moved again.
Or something. In truth, he hadn't cared all that much.
The stranger laughed, waving a hand as if to blow Dante's suspicions away, which only made them stronger, to be honest. "I was simply curious to see the one he'd called in from outside our own world." When Dante shifted in place (one hand starting to slip around for Ivory, because really; this guy gave him the heebee jeebees), the stranger had the good grace to look embarrassed, and gave a small bow. "Forgive me. I am Baralai, Praetor of New Yevon."
Like that meant anything at all to Dante, as if his expression didn't reflect that. "That's special." Yeah. Now was the time more than ever to find his way back to Luca. And kick Vergil in the ass for not warning him about all of the creepy fuckers roaming Spira like a fucking plague. "Well. Praetor." Yes, Dante knew what the title meant in his own world, which meant the guy was some kind of leader...Truth was, he just didn't give a shit. "How about instead of riding my ass like you're gonna try to treat me to suprise buttsex, you tell me how the fuck I get out of here." Blunt? Rude? Dante? Never.
Baralai blinked at that, because at that point in time there were very few who would be so...Rude. In truth, it reminded him of someone he had no business thinking about whatsoever, so he pushed it aside, straightening himself and clasping his hands behind him. "To the point I see. I'd expect nothing less from someone signed on with Maevyn Nooj."
If Dante wasn't mistaken, the temperature had dropped a few degrees, but then...He wasn't one to give a flying fuck about 'tact'. Vergil would have been so ashamed. "Uh huh."
"You're headed the wrong way, if you're trying to leave the city." The Praetor unclasped his hands long enough to wave back the way they'd both come. "Follow it east, and it will lead you to Macalania Forest." And then, with a stiff bow, he said, "You'll have to excuse me, I have...Other matters to attend to."
Abrupt change of attitude, what? Dante blinked after him a moment, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, all his weaponry clinking together as he did so, before giving a shrug and muttering to himself, "Yeah, I bet you do." Seriously creepy, right there. And didn't give him any desire to hang around longer than was absolutely necessary, as he started back the way he'd come, grumbling to himself. If he didn't run into another person in Spira the entire time he was traveling back to Luca, he couldn't say he'd be too terribly upset.
Stay tuned! Next time we'll see Vergil attacked by a chocobo on Mi'ihen Highroad. :3