Fan Fiction ❯ Strawberries and Cream! ❯ Strawberries and Cream! ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

After beating a horde of ugly demons, Lady set up her huge weapon atop her shoulders and heaved it carefully as if it were a baby. To the viewer, it would seem that such a gigantic thing would easily topple her over. She had such a small frame, surprisingly strong, but carrying something so huge would appear as if she was into phallic things. Lady surveyed the demolished demons around her and gave a sigh to no one in particular, saying in a pretty voice, “Welcome back.”

Then she looked around, hoping that no one had noticed anything out of the ordinary. Out of the corner of her eye, a couple of lust-demons decided to show up and she snarled aloud, “The hell is wrong with these fuckers? Don't they know I don't take any shit!?”

With a forward double jump, flipping up in the air, she swings to the fore, her guns, aiming it at the demons: bang bang bang! The bullets whizzed into the stale air with a deafening sound; ricocheting against the pavements and through their red torn garments. Then with one last movement, swung around and did a double kick forward slash against their bodies.

They shoved back a few feet and one of them split into explosive ash. While the other tried to get up; the large scythe ready for sharpening the pale skin of the young lady. That particular lady, however, decided to take a grenade out of her sack of goodies and with the deftness of her fingers and lips; pulled the string and slammed it inside the demons open mouth. The lust-creature laughed before its demise, “You will have strawberries and cream with the first demon you see!” then disintegrated into mere nothingness.

She stood there, raising one sleek thin brow up, her blue-purple eyes scanning the ground for any more stupid demons that might slither their way back. Lady adjusted her weapons and reloaded, making sure everything was in place as she buckled in her belt. The last words of the departed demon made her actually stop and think,

“What the fuck? These low level demons don't talk! What the hell was it on?” She shook her head and remembered that that was a lust-demon. And after all, those lusty ones are always looking for a good or bad fuck; eyeballing-for-janes and peeping-for-toms. They give a whole new meaning to voyeurism. What mattered was that they wanted to see others fuck. It was a good thing too, she laughed to herself: because they're certainly ugly fuckers. Who'd want to fuck them? Probably they fuck themselves.

She gave herself another laugh for that one. Then remembered she didn't even know how fucking felt like since after all, she was a virgin herself. She wasn't so wet behind the ears to figure out where boys inserted their penises and how girls got pregnant. It wasn't like she missed out on sex education and those parts usually bored her to death.

As she looked up at the tower above, the large pale moon hovers over the great pile of looks-like-leaning-tower-of-Pisa-looming-structure after apocalypse hit it. This made her wince, “Damn, father, you sure know how to pick your demons. Who is it this time?”

Then looking over at the long stairway, she decided to hike up the path and abandon her bike alongside the broken terrain. It will do for later.

Whereupon at the topmost step, she took a small pause, her gun at her sides and ears perked for any noise of nasty demons. The doorway that blocked her entrance was covered in a bluish hue of cross-stitch patterns and she took aim with her Kalina Ann and fired. The impact did some damage but to no avail. Shaking her head, she realized that she must do a puzzle.

Looking around for any clues, the door itself blew wide open and a man flew out from the entrance. Lady backed away and pulled her huge weapon back to aiming position just in case. Then frowned: Great! It was that annoying otherkind of demon, the one that looked like a man. What the hell did he do this time? Get into some Hell spawns boss demons way?

Dante lay on the floor, he shook his silver hair around and they fell carelessly around his blue-silver eyes.

He was lying on his back and as he got up on his elbows, saw Lady at his right. Great, he thought, just great. It was one thing to deal with exploding puzzles that he got wrong on accident and another to deal with little spit-fire female PMSing on a really bad day. Too bad too, he thought, with a sly wry smile: she could look so adorable if she wasn't always so hell bent on killing me and everything around her to get to her father. She was one piece of eye-candy that would probably go to waste. He gave a big sigh and heaved himself up.

But now as he stood up, wiping off the dirt and dust off his red leather trench-coat and thick pants, she was staring at him in a way that made him uncomfortable. He looked behind and all around him to see if there were other demons around just in case the look she gave; all glazed and awed was for something else.

Nope. No demons within his vision. Nothing around for a long while according to his ears and nose; nothing but a sweet human female right in front of him, packed with an arsenal of weapons that would shame the war department.

The thought gave Dante a pleasant sensation knowing that he was the object of her eye-balling.

He took a gulp as she walked slowly up to him. She was giving him that look he'd seen before when he walked inside one of those strip joints. Not that he ever wanted to visit them, but he was a growing boy now wasn't he? But the thought of this Lady giving him that kind of look was so out of the ordinary and out of place that he stepped back,

“Uh, you alright, Lady?”

“You never gave your name, demon.” She murmured and then with one hand reached up to touch his hair, “So light, so silvery, why I've never seen a demon who looked like you.”

Laughing, Dante gave a smug look, his ego bursting a little from the inside and couldn't help himself as he scratched his head, “Yeah, well, it runs in the family. My pops had it, and yeah, um, my dumb ass brother has it too. But I'm better looking than my bro.”

He felt like kicking himself after he said that. What the hells wrong with him? This is the girl who wanted to kill him! And shot him in the head twice! She deserved no excuse from him, but as she came closer, her lids lowered, “You have a brother who looks like youÂ