Categories > Games > Devil May Cry
Title: Welcome...
Warning: OOC, light blood, some bad words and well... it's DMC.
Rate: T
Couples: Dante x OC, Tara
Disclaimer: I don't own DMC... If I did... -drools at the thought- uhm.. -coughs- I only truthfully own Tara. I don't even own this idea. I got it from a Dante x Nero manga.
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She sat beneath her beloved tree in her hometown, a once-vibrant sentinel now fading away. Even the cherished park she adored showed signs of decay. With a gentle sigh, the soft breeze danced through her long black hair, playfully obscuring her maroon eyes as if trying to shield them from the world. She had grown accustomed to this, having let her bangs fall over the left side of her face, a deliberate choice to create her own cocoon of comfort.
With a gentle sigh, she combed her gloved right hand through her hair and revealed her striking maroon eyes. The sun dipped low on the horizon, and she felt an unsettling urge to leave. Pushing her left gloved hand against the dark green grass, she rose to her feet, shaking off the remnants of her brief repose. As she brushed away stray blades and dirt from her black pants, she scanned the area for the red jacket she had borrowed from Dante's room, but it remained elusive.
“Fantastic... I misplaced his jacket... in the one town he curiously avoids…” she muttered, letting out a sigh. Shaking her head in disbelief, she began to walk out of the park. As she glanced around for Lora’s devilish 'pets,' she found no trace of them. With a slight shake of her head, she made her way to her black bike.
~F.F some~
Stepping into the shop, she paused, disbelief etched on her face. “He’s not here?” she questioned the emptiness as she approached the desk. Her eyes narrowed when she spotted a note. With a sigh, she picked it up, her cheeks warming as she read it. “Welcome back, huh.” Flushed with embarrassment, she tossed the note aside and turned away. “What an idiot…” she mumbled under her breath, making her way upstairs.
A few minutes later, she descended the stairs after enjoying a refreshing shower. She had changed into a sleek short-sleeved black shirt paired with black pants. Her dark hair was neatly gathered in a low ponytail, with her long bangs partially covering her face, predominantly to the left side.
She glanced around, letting out a soft sigh. “Still...” she murmured as she made her way to the chair and sat down. Leaning against the desk, she rested her arms on its surface. “I wonder what kind of work he’s doing...” she mused quietly, her gaze fixed on the door.
~Somewhere else~
Dante exhaled deeply, leaning on his sword with a hint of amusement. "Well, it seems that playing around won't solve this," he remarked, a small smirk playing on his lips.
With a resolute flick of his wrist, he secured his grip on the hilt, prepared to confront whatever challenges awaited him. The shadows surrounding him appeared to murmur, coaxing him to move forward.
~~~ I can't do that... >w> So back to Tara~~
Two days have passed since her return, but he still hasn’t shown up. She fixed a piercing glare on the door while leaning back in her chair. “Two days...” she muttered softly. “At this rate, I might start believing that Vergil finally took him out.” As she stood up, a sudden jolt of surprise coursed through her when the door creaked open.
"Tar, Vergil hasn't managed to take me down yet," Dante remarked with a confident smirk as he strolled into his shop. Clad in his signature black outfit, accented by a striking red jacket, he exuded an unmistakable aura. A few drops of blood trickled from the silver gun he gripped firmly in his right hand.
Tara shot him a fierce look before letting out a soft sigh and approaching the demon hunter. With a swift motion, she grabbed his silver gun. “Oh, please... he can’t kill you anyway,” she murmured, striding over to a small table she had insisted on bringing into the shop. There, she began meticulously cleaning the weapon.
He observed her for a moment, then a gentle smile broke across his face. Stepping closer, he enveloped her in his arms from behind. “I take it you’ve missed me?” he inquired playfully.
She flinched slightly but then closed her eyes. "How could I possibly miss someone like you?"
He paused momentarily, pondering the question. "How is it even possible not to?"
She lightly shook her head. "Whatever..." Then, her cleaning of the gun halted as a flush crept to her cheeks. "Um..."
He rested his chin on her shoulder, gazing at her face, only to notice her cheeks flush with color. “Tara?”
Tara let out a soft sigh, her eyes fluttering shut. "Well, since you expressed it to me in a note, it seems only fair..."
Dante blinked, a gentle smile spreading across his face. “Ah, so you noticed the 'welcome back' note?” he inquired, taking a step back to turn her around.
She flinched slightly as he turned her to face him, meeting his gaze with a glare. This confrontation wasn’t what she had envisioned—though to be fair, she hadn’t really planned anything at all. “Yeah... So... um... welcome...”
He gently pressed his lips against hers, sharing a tender kiss before pulling back, a soft smile gracing his face. “You don’t need to say anything. Just a kiss is enough.”
She blinked softly, a deep blush coloring her cheeks. Letting out a gentle sigh, she declared, “Not happening, Dante.” A playful smirk tugged at her lips as she leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek.
He felt a faint blush rise to his cheeks and couldn’t help but smirk. “And why shouldn’t I?”
She reached behind her, seized his gun, and handed it back to him. “I'm not interested in kissing devils,” she said, as she turned and walked away from him.
He let out a soft sigh. "Yea..."
Warning: OOC, light blood, some bad words and well... it's DMC.
Rate: T
Couples: Dante x OC, Tara
Disclaimer: I don't own DMC... If I did... -drools at the thought- uhm.. -coughs- I only truthfully own Tara. I don't even own this idea. I got it from a Dante x Nero manga.
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She sat beneath her beloved tree in her hometown, a once-vibrant sentinel now fading away. Even the cherished park she adored showed signs of decay. With a gentle sigh, the soft breeze danced through her long black hair, playfully obscuring her maroon eyes as if trying to shield them from the world. She had grown accustomed to this, having let her bangs fall over the left side of her face, a deliberate choice to create her own cocoon of comfort.
With a gentle sigh, she combed her gloved right hand through her hair and revealed her striking maroon eyes. The sun dipped low on the horizon, and she felt an unsettling urge to leave. Pushing her left gloved hand against the dark green grass, she rose to her feet, shaking off the remnants of her brief repose. As she brushed away stray blades and dirt from her black pants, she scanned the area for the red jacket she had borrowed from Dante's room, but it remained elusive.
“Fantastic... I misplaced his jacket... in the one town he curiously avoids…” she muttered, letting out a sigh. Shaking her head in disbelief, she began to walk out of the park. As she glanced around for Lora’s devilish 'pets,' she found no trace of them. With a slight shake of her head, she made her way to her black bike.
~F.F some~
Stepping into the shop, she paused, disbelief etched on her face. “He’s not here?” she questioned the emptiness as she approached the desk. Her eyes narrowed when she spotted a note. With a sigh, she picked it up, her cheeks warming as she read it. “Welcome back, huh.” Flushed with embarrassment, she tossed the note aside and turned away. “What an idiot…” she mumbled under her breath, making her way upstairs.
A few minutes later, she descended the stairs after enjoying a refreshing shower. She had changed into a sleek short-sleeved black shirt paired with black pants. Her dark hair was neatly gathered in a low ponytail, with her long bangs partially covering her face, predominantly to the left side.
She glanced around, letting out a soft sigh. “Still...” she murmured as she made her way to the chair and sat down. Leaning against the desk, she rested her arms on its surface. “I wonder what kind of work he’s doing...” she mused quietly, her gaze fixed on the door.
~Somewhere else~
Dante exhaled deeply, leaning on his sword with a hint of amusement. "Well, it seems that playing around won't solve this," he remarked, a small smirk playing on his lips.
With a resolute flick of his wrist, he secured his grip on the hilt, prepared to confront whatever challenges awaited him. The shadows surrounding him appeared to murmur, coaxing him to move forward.
~~~ I can't do that... >w> So back to Tara~~
Two days have passed since her return, but he still hasn’t shown up. She fixed a piercing glare on the door while leaning back in her chair. “Two days...” she muttered softly. “At this rate, I might start believing that Vergil finally took him out.” As she stood up, a sudden jolt of surprise coursed through her when the door creaked open.
"Tar, Vergil hasn't managed to take me down yet," Dante remarked with a confident smirk as he strolled into his shop. Clad in his signature black outfit, accented by a striking red jacket, he exuded an unmistakable aura. A few drops of blood trickled from the silver gun he gripped firmly in his right hand.
Tara shot him a fierce look before letting out a soft sigh and approaching the demon hunter. With a swift motion, she grabbed his silver gun. “Oh, please... he can’t kill you anyway,” she murmured, striding over to a small table she had insisted on bringing into the shop. There, she began meticulously cleaning the weapon.
He observed her for a moment, then a gentle smile broke across his face. Stepping closer, he enveloped her in his arms from behind. “I take it you’ve missed me?” he inquired playfully.
She flinched slightly but then closed her eyes. "How could I possibly miss someone like you?"
He paused momentarily, pondering the question. "How is it even possible not to?"
She lightly shook her head. "Whatever..." Then, her cleaning of the gun halted as a flush crept to her cheeks. "Um..."
He rested his chin on her shoulder, gazing at her face, only to notice her cheeks flush with color. “Tara?”
Tara let out a soft sigh, her eyes fluttering shut. "Well, since you expressed it to me in a note, it seems only fair..."
Dante blinked, a gentle smile spreading across his face. “Ah, so you noticed the 'welcome back' note?” he inquired, taking a step back to turn her around.
She flinched slightly as he turned her to face him, meeting his gaze with a glare. This confrontation wasn’t what she had envisioned—though to be fair, she hadn’t really planned anything at all. “Yeah... So... um... welcome...”
He gently pressed his lips against hers, sharing a tender kiss before pulling back, a soft smile gracing his face. “You don’t need to say anything. Just a kiss is enough.”
She blinked softly, a deep blush coloring her cheeks. Letting out a gentle sigh, she declared, “Not happening, Dante.” A playful smirk tugged at her lips as she leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek.
He felt a faint blush rise to his cheeks and couldn’t help but smirk. “And why shouldn’t I?”
She reached behind her, seized his gun, and handed it back to him. “I'm not interested in kissing devils,” she said, as she turned and walked away from him.
He let out a soft sigh. "Yea..."
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