Devil May Cry: The Final Fantasy

Chapter 1

After the tour was done, Dante felt a bit fascinated about the whole area. The Sector Five Slums is a bit shabby for sure but it overall it seems like a fun place to hang around.

'For a slum, it ain't so bad.' Dante commented inside his head as he follows his only ally or possibly only friend right now, Aerith. She's now leading him where she had hidden his favorite and beloved guns; the dual pistols: Ebony and Ivory.

"Um, Dante. Something's been boggling me a bit lately. Something about what you claimed to be. You're not really a handyman, are you?" Aerith spoke up as she walks forward without looking back at him, "Handyman's don't exactly look like something like you and you don't even act like one. Most importantly, a Handyman doesn't carry special unique guns like you. So please be honest. What are you really?"

At this, Dante's walk became slow. He quickly looked down, pondering what to do. He knew that slightly lying was a long shot but he didn't expect her to be this observant. So with that, he comes up with a solution without fully revealing himself, "I guess you could say I'm a mercenary. But kind of a special one that is."

Ominously, Aerith didn't reply to his words or even looked back at him but Dante could tell that she was satisfied with his answer as he catched a small smile on her lips.

'Phew! Really dodged a bullet on that one.' Dante wiped a small sweat on his forehead as he felt a bit of relief from suspicions.

After almost an hour of walking and jumping across numerous rooftops, the duo finally reached their destination and Dante left a whistle at the sight before him. It seems like a huge garden with lots of yellow flowers around. He then smiled as he began admiring the area.

"Nice place." Dante casually commented, crossing his arms.

"You think so?" Aerith widened her eyes in surprise, looking back at him.

"Yeah. I gotta be honest." Dante admitted with a shrug.

"Well, honestly, you look like the type of person who wouldn't appreciate a place like this."

"Ouch." Dante feigned a dramatic injury in the chest, "That hurts. You wound me with your words, Aerith."

"Oh, you big baby. Stop it. Save that to a theater." Aerith retorted.

"Okay, lady." Dante replied with a dry chuckle.

"Don't call me that. I have a name, you know." Aerith pouted with a glare.

"Yeah, yeah. Sure thing, princess." Dante shrugged.

Aerith grumbled at this but finally sighed in resign. Guess that's just what he is. So with that, she finally moved on to get Dante's guns.

Dante could only stare at Aerith as she calmly rummages through all the yellow flowers in a kneeling position.

After staring at her for almost a minute, she finally stood up and both of her hands are now carrying his signature dual pistols.

'Ebony and Ivory. Missed you fellas.' Dante thought as he smiled upon seeing them.

"Here it is." Aerith declarared with a smile before moving onto Dante. She hands his beloved guns back to him with sweet tenderness.

Dante could only grin like an idiot as he finally got back his favorite pistols Ebony and Ivory into his hands once more.

"Thanks, Aerith. I really couldn't thank you more." Dante said warmly before stylishly twirling his pistols with grace and ease. He then puts them back in his holsters.

"You seem to really like them." Aerith pointed out.

"Well, they're my beloved pals, what can I say? Ebony and Ivory are special to me. They're like my treasures." Dante admitted while reminiscing in his mind on how he got them. Oh, how he greatly misses Nell these days, "Anyway, they're pretty useful when it comes to complicated situations"