Fan Fiction ❯ DEVIL MAY CRY: Call of True Destinies ❯ Chapter 2: I Hate Punks! ( Chapter 2 )

DEVIL MAY CRY: Call of True Destinies

By: HappyBerry117

 

Disclaimer- Okay, I'm pretty sure you know how this goes. None of the characters from the game belong to me, but the original characters are mine!!!

 

Warnings- I don't know how high the rating is going to be yet, but I know that there will be a lot of swearing and gory scene! Also, please take note that I haven't play the game yet. Therefore, I don't know much of the original plot except for what I have read on websites and fan fictions. Sorry if I end up screwing up the story for you guys.

 

HappyBerry117- Hey guys! The italicized portions are either noises or thoughts of characters! That is all! Enjoy the story!

 

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Chapter 2: I Hate Punks!

 

Cling, Clang, Clank!

 

Dante stood, half naked in his office, with a slice of pizza in his mouth. He had an upside down red Puma bag in his hands and was shaking out all its contents out on his coffee table. He gave it one more shake before throwing the bag on the couch and got down on one knee to examine the objects he had discovered.

 

With his left hand, he held the half bitten slice of pizza and rummage through the things on his coffee table with the other hand. “Here we go.” He grinned as he grabbed a wallet from the pile and walked over to his couch. Sitting down, he took another bite of pizza and put his feet on the coffee table.

 

Dante opened the wallet and smile, “Hey cutie!” He said to the photo inside the wallet. The girl inside the photo had shoulder length reddish-brown hair and a really beautifully smile. She looked normal, just like any girl of her age. Looking down at her identification, Dante found her name.

 

“Celene Noels huh? Can't tell from the pictures that you can kick asses that well. Let's see how much cash you're packing…”

 

CREAK, CREAK, CREAK!

 

He started looking at the bills folder but stopped as he heard the bedsprings move in his bedroom, “Already up? Damn.”

 

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Her eyes fluttered open slowly. Looking around, she could see this wasn't at her bedroom. This realization caused her eyes to pop wide open, “Where the hell am I?” Everything around the room had been tossed into chaos. Shelves and cloths were all over the floor. There were scratches made from sharp objects all over the walls.

 

Celene tried to get up but couldn't. “Wm mmm!” She tired to speak but couldn't either. Looking around, she found her wrist and legs tied down to the bed frame and her mouth had been duck taped.

 

CREAK, CREAK, CREAK!

 

“Mmmm! Mmmm!” She continued to struggle but stopped when she heard footsteps coming from outside the room.

 

She watched as the door swing open. “I should've known!” She thought as the same silver-haired punk from last night appeared.

 

“Hey sunshine! Had a nice sleep?” Dante said as he approached the bed. He shoved the pizza in his mouth and climbed on the bed.

 

“MMMM! MMM! MMM!” Celene squirm around wildly as Dante settled himself over her and started to crouch down on her. “WHAT THE FUCK IS HE GONNA DO TO ME?! WHY THE FUCK IS HE RUNNING AROUND HALF NAKED?! GET THE HELL AWAY!!!”

 

“Hey, WHOA!” Dante caught her knee just before she was able to knee him in the balls. “Calm down! I was just gonna untie you!” Upon hearing that, Celene calmed down and watch him with angry eyes. “Good girl. Stay down a minute while I untie you, okay?”

 

Dante untied Celene's left wrist and begin working on her right wrist. But before he can finish, Celene punched him right in the stomach and knocked the wind right out of him. Dante gasped and toppled off the bed, “ Holy shit…” Usually, a punch like that wouldn't really have any effect on Dante. But he hadn't expected her to punch him so suddenly and with such strength.

 

Celene rip the duck tape from her mouth and screamed out, “YOU STAY DOWN, PUNK!” She untied the rest of her body quickly and got out of the bed. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and widened her eyes in horror. She was wearing a black satin nightgown, it was so ridiculously short that it barely covered her butt. “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? WHERE ARE MY CLOTHS?” Then she stopped screaming when she realized something. “If I'm not wearing my cloths, and I don't remember changing myself, then that must mean…” She looked over at Dante, who is starting to recover from her blow. “HE CHANGED MY CLOTHS!!!”

 

Dante shook his head to get the dizziness out of him. Who knew she could hit so hard? He looked up to see what she was doing but found her standing right next to him. Before Dante realized what was happening, she kicked him in the stomach again.

 

“YOU PYSCHO RAPIST KIDNAPPER!!!” Celene screamed as she kicked him. With that, she ran out of the room. Just before she left the office, she caught sight of Dante's red leather jacket and a pair of with slippers. “Thank you!” She whispered to God as she slipped on the jacket and slippers and ran out the door.

 

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Trish looked up from her groceries as she heard the front door of their building swing open. A figure in a red jacket rushed out and started running the other direction. “That's not Dante, but that's definitely his jacket.” Trish looked up at the windows and wondered what happened inside.

 

Trish stepped into the office just as Dante came out from his bedroom. He looked up and answered her question before she even had the chance to ask, “She went crazy and bolted off.”

 

“Yeah, I saw her outside. She took your jacket.” Trish said calmly as she began laying out the groceries.

 

“NO WAY!!!” He looked over at where his left his jacket but it was nowhere to be found. “Damn.” He kicked a chair and stomped back into his room.

 

Boom!

 

Trish looked up at the sound and found Dante walking out wearing an identical red leather jacket, “Did you trash your room again?”

 

“It was already trashed. Celene did it.” Dante answered while fixing his collar.

 

“Celene?” Trish asked as she looked over to the coffee table, where the contents inside the bag still laid. “Did you look through her stuff?”

 

Dante decided not to answer and headed for the door, “I'm going out. Probably won't be back for a while.”

 

“Un.” Trish made a sound and nodded her head in acknowledgement. A few seconds later, the roar of a motorcycle engine was heard and Dante was off.

 

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“ARGH!!!” All the pedestrians turned their eyes on Celene as she let out a frustrated yell. “Where the hell am I?” As if she wasn't already weird enough walking around wearing a night gown, over-sized jacket, and slippers, she was also talking to herself.

 

“Okay. Calm down.” She mumbled as she looked around for something that she can recognize. “I know I'm still in New York cause there are a lot freaks around.” She commented as she passed by a guy with a bunch of freakish looking punks who looked like they were a gang. They all turned to glare at her.

 

“How the hell did I end up like this? I'm suppose to help Jin with the bar last night. But no, I had to go take a stupid shortcut and fight a demon.” She sighed. “My life is so fucked up.” She turned to look in the glass display of the store next to her and caught a glimpse of those punks she had dissed earlier. They had been following her, and now, she was surrounded by them. She turned around to face them, “What the fuck are you staring at?”

 

“Whoa! Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning!” They all started laughing. Celene was getting impatient. “That's a hot tattoo, where'd you get it done?”

 

Celene was confused, “Tattoo? I don't have a tattoo. Stop fucking with me, I'm not in the mood.”

 

“No?” The guy pointed on to the left side of his neck. “You sure?”

 

Celene turned to look at her reflection in the glass display. She gasped. There was a tattoo. The tiny mark looked like a roundish, black roman numeral three. For some reason, Celene thought it somewhat resembled a bat or a set of sharp fangs. She hated it, it looked evil.

 

“HOW THE HELL DID I GET THIS?” The first image that popped into her head was Dante. “DAMN HIM!!!” She screamed and pushed the guys out of her way. But one of them grabbed her wrist.

 

“Leaving so soon?” He grinned.

 

“I've only got two word for you: FUCK…OFF.” She said slowly as if speaking to an idiot.

 

“And I've got two words for you: Hell no.” The others smirked and started to close in the circle. “Let's go somewhere else and…AHHHH!” Before he could finish, Celene stomped on his right foot, causing him to scream like a little girl.

 

“That's why I hate punks.” She mumbled and punched the other guy in the face as he tried to grab her. Another punk charged at her with his fist ready to strike her. Celene stood and waited until he was two feet away from her and ducked down. The surprised guy had no time to block her from punching him right in the jaw. With their third friend down, the last two guys watch Celene in fear. Celene took a quick step towards and held her fist as if to hit them.

 

“Ahh!” The two screamed and ran off.

 

Stepping over the fallen punks, Celene continued her loitering on the sidewalk and tried to think of a way to get home. “Okay, if this is where I think it is, it'll take me 30 minutes if I took the freeway. But if I don't, it'll take me an hour and a half. And if I don't have a car…” She groaned and walked into an alley, where she found a clearing and sat down against the wall. She looked up at the sky and realized that it was already getting dark. Celene buried her face in her knees and continued, “…it'll take me a whole day to get home.”

 

“Oi little lady, what's wrong with ya?”

 

Celene looked up and saw a fat guy coming out from the back door to dump the trash from his restaurant, “Oh nothing. I'm just resting.” The guy shrugged and continues dumping the trash out. “Hey, you guys closing already?”

 

“What da' ya mean already? It's already 12, Miss.” He walked over and kneeled down in front of her. “You picked quite a strange place to be resting. If I were ya, I'd go home. It's not safe ta stay out during these hours.”

 

“Un. Thanks for the advice.” She looked up and waved him off, she hadn't realized that she had been sitting out here for so long. “I'll just sit a little longer.”

 

The fat guy cocked his eyebrow, “Alright.” He walked back inside and locked the back door. After a while, Celene saw the lights clicked off and heard him leave through the front door.

 

She sighed and looked around, “Am I gonna have to sleep out here tonight? But I don't… OW!” She yelped and grabbed the left side of her neck. “What the hell?”

 

She felt a burning pain on the tattoo. Although it was bearable, it seemed to be getting worst. “Did I get an infection or something? That fucker can't even do a tattoo right!”

 

Clank!

 

Celene looked up and watched as the trashcan lid rolled over to her. Curious, she glanced over to the trashcan and found something that really pissed her off. There was a figure hiding in the shadow. Celene couldn't tell for sure but it was most likely the same punks from earlier coming back with more people. Because glancing around, Celene could see more shapes surrounding her. She stood up still holding her neck, “You guys came back for more?”

 

Hiss!

 

“Hiss?” Celene thought in surprised as she heard their reply. “ No way.” She dodged just as the figure charged forward at her. The figure's movement was faster than Celene had predicted but she was able to get away, and now he stood in the middle of the clearing, right under the moonlight.

 

Celene's eyes widen. It was exactly what she had feared, “It's them. Those things from last night!” As if on cue, all the other demons started to move out of the shadows. Celene looked around and counted; eight.

 

Roar!

 

Celene turned around just as a demon charged at her from behind. She swung around and kicked him from the side of his rib with her left leg and sent him flying to the wall. “Isn't it a little too breezy?” Celene thought and looked down. She immediately pulled her nightgown downwards. “Shit, I forgot how short this damn thing is!”

 

ROAR, ROAR!!!

 

There were two demons charging from both sides at her at the same time. She punched the demon in front of her with her right fist and brought the same arm backwards just in time to elbow the demon behind her in his face. Both were sent flying to the opposite wall. Celene looked at her fist strangely, “ I don't remember being able to hit this hard.”

 

Her arm feels strange. In fact, her whole body feels strange. She felt as if her body had become stronger since yesterday. Suddenly, she felt a tingly feeling inside. It was telling her to dodge to the right, so she did. She turned around to see that a demon had just tried to attack her from behind.

 

“I don't have time to day dream.” She muttered and ran at the demon. At the last minute, she elbowed him in the chest and hit him in his face with the back of her fist right before he fell over. She swung her left arm out and hit another demon behind her. She was moving faster too. Despite these weird improvements to her body, her fist still didn't have enough strength to knock them out.

 

“Oh what the hell! You guys are demons any ways, it doesn't matter.” Celene announced and started to kick one of the demons but a hand stopped her right leg just as it reached a 90degree angle.

 

Celene's eyes widened in surprised as her target's head fell off and turned into dust. Looking up at the person who had stopped her kick, she felt her anger flare up, “YOU!”

 

“Hey babe!” Dante grinned. “You don't have to be some eager to show me what's under there, wait till we get back to my place.”

 

Celene put her leg down and tried to punch him in the face with her left fist. But Dante moved to the right just in time and Celene's fist ended up hitting another demon's face, “Who said I was going back with you!”

 

Whistle!

 

Dante whistled and watched as the demon fly against the wall and shattered into dust, “Not bad.” He swung his sword at another demon and split it in half, “Well, you're gonna have to come back if you want your stuff back. Like your cloths…” He skewered two demons. “…your purse…” Celene punched a demon up into the air, which Dante sliced in half with a swing of his sword. “…and your car.” He finished as they finished off the last two demons.

 

“Damn it!” Celene said as she came to realize that Dante had her just where he wanted. “Let's go then. I want to get the hell away from you as soon as possible.”

 

But Dante stayed rooted to where he was. His eyes were glued to the rooftop, he grinned, “The party's just getting started.” As soon as he said so the alley became all dark.

 

“What the…” Celene started to look up but before she was able to, something came crashing down. “Ahh!” She yelped as the wind from the fallen object cause everything around them to fly. When she opened her eyes, she wished she hadn't.

 

Hiss!

 

It was the most hideous thing she had ever seen. The demon stood over 10 feet tall and gigantic eyes, which were all black. It's skin, an ugly shade of swamp green, was peeling off. It took a step forward and drool started dripping all over the floor. It splashed all over the place and everything it touch sizzled and melted.

 

The demon glanced back and forth between Dante and Celene. Finally, deciding that Celene is weaker, it shot out its tongue at her. Completely terrified and shocked, Celene found her feet locked to the ground and unable to move.

 

“It would be a great idea to keep moving, babe.” Dante set her down on her feet.

 

“What's the…” Celene looked over to where she was and where Dante and her were standing now. He was at least ten feet away from her a second ago. But now they were both ten feet away from where Celene was last standing. Dante had just traveled 20 feet in a second while carrying Celene. Celene stared at him in disbelieve. “You just…”

 

“Yeah.” Dante interrupted and gave her a cocky grin and pulled out his guns, Ebony and Ivory.

 

Celene and Dante darted off in opposite direction just before the demon stomped on them. The demon turned around slowly, its black eyes rolled around in its socket with a disgusting squishy sound.

 

“Ugh!” Celene felt as if she was going to throw up, and the fact that the tattoo was stinging didn't help. Seeing its chance, the demon lunged at her again.

 

“CATCH!” Dante kicked up a long steel pipe toward Celene. Catching it with her right hand, Celene slipped under the flying demon. When he was just flying over her, Celene used the tip of the steel pipe to jab the demon in the stomach and fling him over to the wall behind them. The demon hit the wall and fell upon the trashcans, but it wasn't done. It got up quickly and shot its tongue out at her. Unable to dodge, Celene held the pipe out to block it.

 

Sssssss…

 

The Demon wrapped it tongue around the pipe and was trying to pull it from Celene. The pipe sizzled and Celene could see that it was beginning to melt. “OW!” Celene flinched and fell to the floor as a tiny drop of saliva hit her hand causing her to let the pipe go. The demon took the chance to fling the pipe back at Celene with the tip flying right at her head.

 

BANG, BANG!

 

Dante shot the pipe once to stop it from hitting Celene. He then ran in front of her and shot it again while it was still in the air to sent it back at the demon.

 

ROAR!

 

The demon howled in pain as the pipe stabbed him right in the chest, pining him to the wall. With out glancing back, Dante gave his advice to Celene, “Might not was to touch his spit, babe. It can kill ya.”

 

“NOW YOU TELL ME!!!” Celene screamed. The demon pulled out the pipe and bent it in half. It started approaching the two again, but Dante wasn't gonna let it get near them. He fired at it rapidly.

 

BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG…

 

Celene covered her ears and squeezed her eyes shut. The sounds of the guns were deafening. She peeked out from behind Dante and saw that the demon was not going down. “WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?” Celene tried to yell over the noise but Dante didn't seem to notice. Celene rolled her eyes and noticed something as she did so.

 

“WHAT THE HELL?” Dante shouted out in surprised as he felt something slide against his ass. He looked over at Celene, who was running out from behind him, in disbelieve and tried to yell over the gunshots, “I KNOW IT MIGHT BE HARD TO RESIST, BUT TRY TO CONTROL YOUR URGES, WOMAN! NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR THAT KIND OF STUFF.” Then he mumbled to himself, “And I thought I was forward.” Just as soon as he finished his sentence, his bullets ran out. “Shit!”

 

Celene roll her eyes again, “Don't be stupid, who the hell would want to feel your ass?”

 

“More than you can ever think of, babe.” He pulled out his sword.

 

The demon, seeing that Celene was closer and had no weapon, decided to strike her with its tongue. “Big mistake!” Celene smirked and dodged its attack. Before the demon was able to pull its tongue back, Celene pulled out a dagger, stabbed it, and held it in place with her hands on the dagger. “Don't underestimate me, freak!”

 

“Hey!” Dante felt the empty holder hook on to his pants. “That's my dagger!”

 

“STOP FUCKING AROUND AND FINISH HIM OFF!” Celene scolded as she struggled to hold the demon in place.

 

“Okay, okay, calm down!” Dante dashed at the demon, jumped up as it tried to take a swipe at him with its claws, and chopped his head clean off. As if acting as a rubber band, the tongue pulled the head straight at Celene.

 

“Ahhh!” She screamed, closed her eyes and brought her leg up to kick it.

“WAIT, DON'T…” Dante tried to warn, but it was too late.

 

Squish!

 

“…do that…” Dante finished. Celene had already kicked the demon right in the eye. The force was so strong that its eye popped and splashed some sort of slimy liquid all over her. Celene stood there in shock, her leg still in the kicking position.

 

Dante walked up to her, trying to hold by his laughing, “I was gonna…pff…HAHAHAHAHAHA…” He couldn't hold it in anymore. Celene glared at him and tried to brush the slime off of her. Dante was laughing so hard that he held his stomach with one hand and his knee with the other and started coughing.

 

“Are you done?” If looks could kill, Dante would be dead by now.

 

“Ha ha…ha…whoo!” Dante stood up and rub his face with his hands. “You might want to take a shower when you…”

 

“Don't…” Celene warned.

 

“Okay, okay.” Dante held his hands up in defense and walk over to the head. He pulled out the dagger and picked up the head. “ Look what you did to its right eye! It was gonna go up on my wall!”

 

“Ugh!” Celene grunted in disgust as she swipe some more slime off. “ Can we just go?”

 

“What's the rush? Why do you want to go back to my place so bad?” Dante gave her a dirty grin.

 

“I don't.” Celene answered simply. “The faster we get back, the faster I get my stuff, and the faster I get the hell away from you.”

 

Dante started walking out of the alley, but just as he was walking pass Celene he smirked and whispered just loud enough for her to hear, “ Sure. Whatever you say, Bad-ass-bunny.”

 

Celene blushed immediately and pulled down her nightgown, “HOW DID HE KNOW?” It was her underwear's print that Dante had just described. It says “Bad ass” and had a picture of a bunny dressed as a punk. She made a mental note to beat the crap out of Dante after she got her stuff and hurried after him.

 

They continued walking down the empty street for a long time, Celene looked around for something that Dante might've drove to get here but found none, “We're not going to walk all the way back, are we?”

 

“Of course not.” Dante took out his keys.

 

Beep, beep!

 

Celene looked over at the trashy old car. Its paint was peeling of and the body looks rusted all over. She made a face at it as they approached the car, “This thing actually has a remote locking system? Who's gonna steal it?”

 

“What are you talking about?” Dante walk passed the car and into an empty parking space behind it. Peeking around the car, Celene's mouth popped open.

 

“OH MY GOD!” She ran over and touched its black leather seat and shiny metal. “YOU HAVE A BIKE?”

 

“Bikes are for babies, this is a motorcycle.” Dante grinned proudly.

 

Celene glared, “You know what I mean.” Then she continued admiring the motorcycle.

 

Dante got impatient, “Are we gonna leave or what?”

 

“I can't ride on this! I'll get it dirty!” She looked at the slime that still clung to her cloths and started tugging on her nightgown again. “Besides, this thing will fly.”

 

Dante sighed and rolled her eyes, “What are you so worried about? Look, if you get my ride dirty, you can wash it later. As for your dress, let's just say that I've already seen everything it can show.”

 

“Thanks…” Celene grumbled and got on the bike.

 

Dante got on and started the engine. He smirked when he felt Celene's hand on his shoulders, “You can hold me tighter if your scared…OW!” Celene pinched him on his arm. “Okay, okay, just kidding. Hold on.”

 

“Ahh!” Celene didn't expect the bike to shoot forward so suddenly. It took her by surprised and she reacted by clinging on the nearest thing, Dante.

 

Dante smirked and said, “Told ya.” With that, they sped off back to the office.

 

HappyBerry117- So, what did you guys think? Did I make Dante too weird? I hope not. If I did though, please tell me. Unless you guys think he is better this way. By the way, school is starting again tomorrow, so it might take me a while to update the next chapter. So see you then!!!