Devil May Cry (Dmc)

Devil May Cry (DMC) 2

  The next morning Dante awoke to Emma standing over him staring.
  “Whoa!” He yelled, as he jumped up. “You can’t do that to people.”
  “Sorry.” She apologized. “I wasn’t sure how to wake you.”
  “A tap on the shoulder would have been just fine.” Dante sat up on the couch and started to rub his neck.
  “May I…?” She asked.
  “Why not.” Said Dante as he turned slightly. Emma sat down and massaged his neck. Her hands were magical. “You know, you’re not half bad at that.”
  “Finally. Something I am good at.” She sighed.
  Dante could tell she was feeling down. He couldn’t imagine how frustrated it must be for her to wake up with no memory and feel like everything you were doing was wrong.
   “You must be hungry.”
  Her stomach growled and she quickly grabbed it. “Shhh!”
  Dante smiled. “It’s alright, mine was making the same noise earlier. Let’s go grab some grub.”
  The day was dark and foggy. They walked back down to the diner and had a seat.
  “Is…a milkshake okay for breakfast?” She asked quietly across the table.
  “Sweetheart, a milkshake is okay anytime in my book. But you may want to eat actual food too.” He ordered them each a strawberry milkshake and a sampler platter with eggs, bacon, sausage, and three pancakes. Dante was impressed, Emma’s appetite matched his own. On their way back to his shop she let out a really loud burp. She clasped her hands around her mouth in shock.
  “Sorry.” She said embarrassed.
  Dante laughed and let out a burp of his own. “You’re going to have to top that.”
  Emma smiled. When they got back to his shop she stood around in the lobby.
  “So, what do we do now?” She asked.
  “Usually I just sit around, enjoy some music, play with a few of my toys.” He took a seat at his desk and started spinning his guns around.
  “Can I pick a song?” She asked.
  “Be my guest.”
  Emma looked at the list of songs in the jukebox and chose one to play. Dante was surprised, it was one of his favorites.  “I love this song!” She said as she started dancing around.
  Dante laughed. “Are you sure you’ve heard this before?”
    “Yea…but…I don’t remember where from…maybe a movie?” She stopped dancing for a moment. “It’s weird. I feel like I remember so much but it all seems strange and new at the same time…” A guitar solo kicks in and her eyes light up as she breaks into an air guitar of her own.
    She was actually pretty entertaining to have around, but he also knew that the demon he found in the ally was there because of her. Was she the pure blood he was talking about? Were the demons out to get her?
  Dante walked over to the pool table and racked up. Emma turned just as Dante tossed her a pool stick.
“How about a friendly game of pool? You can have the first shot.”
  He placed the cue ball on the table and Emma eyed the colorful triangle across from it. She leaned over took aim and landed three on the break.
  “Well now…looks like I have a worthy challenger.” Smiled Dante.
  They played four games only one of which Dante won.
  “Unbelievable…” He muttered.
  “Maybe, you’re unlucky.” Pointed out Emma.
  “Eh, must be my shoulder from sleeping on the couch.” Replied Dante, not willing to admit defeat.
  Later that evening Dante ordered a large pizza again, everything EXCEPT olives, like always. Of course, his pizza once again, was delivered with olives.
  “I need you to wait here.” He told Emma. “They brought the wrong pizza again and I’m going to have to tear Fonzo a new one.”
  Emma nodded her head and sat at his desk.
  “I’ll be back in 10 minutes.” He said as he stormed out of the shop. When he returned Emma was still at the desk spinning in his chair. Dante placed two pizzas down and a six pack of beer on the desk.
  Emma stood up to return his chair and toppled over dizzily. Dante reached out to catch her and pulled her back up against his chest.
  “You okay?” He asked, amused.
  “Yes.” She said, pulling her hair back behind her ear.
  “How long have you been spinning?” He asked.
  She looked at the clock. “Five minutes.”
  He laughed again. Emma looked up at Dante, his eyes were an icy blue color. She wasn’t sure why, but she felt hot and wanted to kiss him, but felt it was not appropriate. He let her go and she held onto the desk until she was sure she could balance on her own.
    When Lady made it back to the shop the pizza was gone along with the beer. Emma was sitting on the desk laughing as Dante showed off his trickster skills with his pistols.
    “Looks like you two are getting along better than expected.” Says Lady.
    “Lady! You’re just in time for Dante’s grand finale!” Said Emma excitedly.
    “Lucky me.” She replied sarcastically as she walked over to the desk.
    “Pull!” Yelled Dante.
    Emma threw a handful of the six beer bottle caps into the air and Dante put a bullet in the center of each one. Emma clapped and took another swig of her beer.
    “Beer and pizza? Really?” Questioned Lady.
    “What? It's not like you left me any babysitting money.”
    “Would you give a baby beer?” She questioned.
    Dante shrugged. “That depends. But she’s a grown woman.”
    “With the mental capacity of a five-year-old.” She whispered.
    “Oh yea? Why don’t you say that to her face?”
    “There’s no need.” Interrupted Emma. “My hearing is a lot better than my memory.”
    “I’m sorry.” Apologized Lady. “I didn’t mean to say it like that. I just don’t think alcohol is the best choice for you to be drinking when you’re trying to regain your memory is all.”
    “I think it’s getting late. Goodnight.” Said Emma as she ascended up the stairs.
    “She’s actually been thinking a little more clearly than she was last night. Her mind is just a little scattered.”
    Lady sighed. “Has she remembered anything about where she came from?”
    “Nope. But I’m sure there is a reason for that. The demon I killed in the ally the other night mentioned something about a pure blood and a shared blood.”
    Lady pondered the meaning of the two. “Pure blood…shared…blood. What if…?” She stopped for a moment. “The tower…?”
    “Nah,” Blew off Dante. “Temen-ni-gru has been underground for centuries, there isn’t a demon worshiper alive strong enough to raise it, not with all the blood in my body.” Dante tossed the empty beer bottles into the trash along with the empty pizza boxes. Temen-ni-gru was a tower used to open a portal from the Human world to the Demon world. It was used to close the portal by his father and a priestess centuries ago. “So, when is she moving in with you?”
    Lady laughed. “Fat chance! I think she's safer with you now that we know demons are after her. Once we figure it all out we can see about finding her some more convenient housing. I’ll check back in tomorrow. I’m gonna go home and see if I can find anything else out about this blood mess.”
    As quickly as she left, Dante heard the door open.
    “Forget something?” He asked, his back was turned to the door. He heard a man clear his throat and turned. Before him stood a tall, pale and lanky man with a bald head, eyes that looked slightly shocked and a large scar on the side of his face. “Hospital is another three blocks East, although if you’re trying to find your way back to the morgue, you’re gonna need to head west.”
    “My name is Arkham, and I came with a message for you, young man.”
    Dante sat with his back against the desk. “You’re not from the bank, are you? Cause I don’t get paid again until next week.”
    The man handed him a small envelope and headed back outside. “An invitation. I do hope you’ll attend.”
    Dante watched as the creepy man left and then walked over to the door to lock it. He opened the envelope to find a note: “It’s been a long time. I look forward to seeing you. -Virgil.” Dante threw the letter in the trash and heard a loud thump from upstairs. He made his way up and knocked before entering his room.
    “Come in.” Said Emma.
    “Is everything alright?” He asked upon entering.
    “Yes, I was just stumbling in the dark trying to get in bed. Beer makes me feel funny.” She said as she sat down on the bed, her white t-shirt dangling down to her thighs. Dante walked into the room and peaked out the window before closing the curtain.
   “I am sorry if my being here is an inconvenience…” She said timidly.
   Dante walked back around the bed and put his hand on her shoulder. “It’s cool. I’ve had worse house guests.” His casual demeanor made Emma feel more at ease. She stood to her feet and impulsively kissed him. Her actions threw him off momentarily. He kissed her back and pulled her tightly against himself. Emma wasn’t sure what she was getting herself into but she couldn’t fight her urge. She wrapped her arms around his neck as their kiss became more intimate.
    Dante laid her on the bed and ran his hand up her thigh while propping himself up with the other, kissing her neck and sending a chill through her body. He wasn’t the kind of guy to turn down a beautiful woman, but he became apprehensive. His kisses slowed and his hand stopped exploring.
   “Is something wrong?” She asked.
   “You’ve been drinking, and I just don’t know if now is a good time for this.”
   “Oh…” She said, slightly disappointed as she sat up on her elbows.
  “Believe me when I say this is a first for me.”
  “You mean you’ve never…?”
    He laughed. “Sweetheart, I‘ve soothed the desires of plenty of women, this is just the first time I’ve felt the timing is wrong.” He lifted her chin with his hand and kissed her one more time. “To be continued…” He smiled.
    Emma slid under the covers and Dante exited the room, his erection throbbing, and headed straight to the bathroom for a cold shower.