When Worlds Come Crashing Together {Devil May Cry Fanfic~} #2

Part 12

[Part 12]

Marcy’s P.O.V

Whistling a happy little tune to myself, I strolled back from Fredi’s, having fulfilled my once-impossible dream of having a strawberry sundae in that store. Raiding my brother’s wallet hadn’t been too hard, but I took only what I needed, considering that we were beginning to run low on the money.

Damon had proclaimed that soon, we would need to get jobs to support ourselves, so I was trying my best to scrimp and save. I was still slowly picking up the skills of demon-hunting, so I couldn’t get myself a job in that sector yet. At least I couldn’t earn as much as Damon and Trish.

Daniel was content to just being a slack. Not so much of a slack –now that he was spending more time with Lady. Since Dante was just being a statue sleeping in his chair, unmoving for days –not even eating, or even just going to the toilet –Lady had found better pleasures in going out with Daniel. They went demon-hunting together sometimes, though Lady took their pay. Daniel complained none, because my second brother was a stupid love struck fool, and couldn’t see that his family members were going to run out of money as he roamed around with her.

Lady did, in her guilt, help our financial status out –considering on that fact that Damon and she was once a couple. When they had first met after the many years, it had shocked Lady so much that she almost went to tears again. She gave my big brother a gigantic hug and a peck on his cheek that had him blushing slightly.

I noted that my future-sis-in-law looked away at peck that Damon received, and had a fun time with Daniel in teasing her about it. Trish’s face got pretty red afterwards, before her boyfriend came to the rescue, and told us off for teasing her.

Nero came back from the Order with them too. I screamed and squealed my head off when I saw him, and he gave me a weird look –wondering who exactly I was, before I stupidly proclaimed that I was his biggest fan.

It took awhile for me to calm back down, and afterwards, I managed to control myself. Nero and I had a small talk afterwards, and I congratulated myself for not losing my head. He did say that I looked exactly like Madeline –my other half in this world –though I was a few years older than her. I tried to get him to bring me to her, but he had to leave for the Order, back to be the hero of his town, so I couldn’t stop him on that job.

Though, I did manage to wrestle a promise from him that he would bring me to see his girlfriend Kyrie and Madeline. I, in turn, promised to visit him in the Order, to help him out in his job when I had the time.

Damon told me with a serious face that he would rather die than let me spend time with Nero alone. It turned out that Damon and he had a dispute when they first met after the many years, and Nero not only shot him once in the back, but also shot him a second time on his forehead, effectively pissing off my brother.

By Trish’s account, though, Damon had deserved that bullet.

My train of thoughts was jarred away from its track when someone barreled into me, causing us both to fall. The body that hit into me was quite small, though with some force. By instinct, I extended my arm to protect the kid from the fall.

There was a girlish little gasp as the kid fell on my arm, and I fell on my butt. It didn’t hurt so much anyway, so I got up quickly and helped the kid up. She was already close to tears, and she didn’t dare to look up at me, looking around desperately for something she couldn’t find.

“Hey, are you okay?” I asked worriedly, hoping that she hadn’t injured herself. I saw no obvious wounds or injuries, but it could have been an internal sprain or a bruise or something. Hey, I was no doctor here.