I don't own DMC never have never will, but if someone will buy me Dante for
Christmas...
Err just to say I don't have either DMC or DMC2 so if the characterization,
locations and shit is wrong them I'm sorry, but I got this idea once DMC2
was released and I re watched Sixth sense...This Yaio crossover came to
mind...Hope you like!
This is set two days after the events of DMC2.
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Chapter 1 Starting over
Dante, wanted to smile, he really did, but the sense of irony and Déjà vu held him back. Hadn't he smiled before, at his victory, only to have it wipe from his face at the news of a cult trying to bring Satan back from the bowels of hell? No Dante wouldn't smile yet, not tonight, not until he was sure...
"Dante, guess what?" Said Trish, the copy of the New York Times clutched in her fist "You've officially been named a national hero! Dante? Are you listening to me?" Dante didn't reply as he looked out from their New York flat, which he and Trish shared, the sun was setting, casting a deep, blood red shade in the sky. Dante just nodded, watching the sky change. Trish sighed and rolled her eyes at Dante's back, before dumping the newspaper on the nearby couch, then heading to the open kitchen and rummaging in the refrigerator.
Trish sighed again as she pulled out a carton of orange juice, after Knowing Dante for a couple of years, you got to know about his habits, and what he was doing now was no exception, Dante wasn't being ignorant to Trish, he was just deep in thought.
"Am I?" Dante whispered, more to himself than to Trish who just overheard what he said. Trish poured her self a glass of orange juice and putting the carton back, and then she took a sip, wondering what Dante meant. "Am I what? A hero? Of course you are Dante! You saved to world, again!" Dante gave a small chuckle and turned to Trish for the first time since she'd entered the flat. "Listen Dante, if what your worried about is people finding out your half demon, then you have no need to, only me and Lucia know about that, so that thought can go out of the window" Dante sighed and shook his head.
"Can it Trish?...Look, It's not that simple, people have there own ways of finding these things out, I'm not a hero, I'm...I'm just cursed." Trish rolled her eyes again, more out of irritation than anything else, as she finished her glass of orange juice and slammed the glass back down on the counter. "Listen to me Dante, just because your half demon, doesn't make you inhuman, unless you let it, you still have thoughts and feelings, just like the rest of us, that's what being human is Dante"
Dante just sighed and didn't say anything. "Well, you could at least be glad that it's all over and you got out in one piece" Trish muttered darkly. Dante rose and eyebrow at her then began chuckling to himself, as he folded his arms across his chest. "You know Trish, I'm beginning to get the impression that this, will never be over" Trish just groaned at that line, just as there was a hurried knock at the door, Trish and Dante exchanged a look. "Speak of the devil, no pun intended of course" Trish muttered as she opened the door.
Lucia stumbled through the door before she managed to regain her balance. Trish raised an eyebrow and placed a cocky smirk on her face. "Hello Lucia, Not up to our usual standards of balance are we?" Trish asked the smirk still plastered on her lips while Lucia glared heatedly at her. Dante sighed and rolled his eyes, the two had been like this since they had met, Dante had had to step in, before a grudging truce was made between the two, even though it still didn't stop the two of them having arguments, it just stopped then from doing them when Dante was around, due to the fact he kept getting headaches from all the noise there arguments could produce.
"Trish" Lucia panted slightly. "Shut up, now is not the time for one of your bad jokes, we have a serious problem, Dante we need you back out on the field" Dante wasn't surprised at this statement, he merely rose and eyebrow, before turning to Trish. "I was right", then he nodded to himself and turned back to Lucia. "So what's the deal? Where am I going this time?" Lucia tossed Dante a black leather bound file which Dante opened. "It's on and island of about 20 miles of the east coast of Scotland, which mostly consists of a few villages and the population is just over 4,000 people" Dante flicked through the file quickly, before looking at Lucia.
"How did you find this out?" Lucia gave a sigh and took a piece of paper out of her pocket. "A guy who was on the island managed to contact us by old Morse code, he said he'd arrived at one of the villages to find it deserted, and half the buildings had either been burned or torn down" Dante nodded as he let this piece of information sink in.
"Any signs of demons or supernatural activity?" Lucia shrugged before looking back at her piece of paper again, "according to the guy that contacted us there is, He says the place is swarming, I've tried to contact the CIA but there not interested until we have some proof". Lucia pulled a bitter face at this and Dante chuckled again.
"Well I guess it's a challenge, is this guy still on the island?" Lucia nodded tucking the slip of paper back in her pocket and raking her hand through her hair. As far as I know he's still there and he's been there for over five days, all the other villages nearby were evacuated, but as far as we know he didn't leave with the villagers". Dante thought long and hard about this if the guy was still there after five days, there was a slim chance that he wasn't alive right now unless he was A) A survivor or B) A damned good fighter, even so, Dante would have to get rid of the demon's there, with or without the mystery man.
"Alright, I'll do this mission with this guy, if, he's still alive that is, so, does this gut have a name?" Lucia nodded and smiled obviously relived that Dante would take up this task, she took the black folder from Dante and flipped right to the very back before handing it him back. "I did some research on the guy all the info I could get on him is there" Dante nodded and looked at the photo, there was a photo of a man in his early twenties with long brown hair tied back in a ponytail, with piercing brown eyes and pale skin, a long leather jacket over his white shirt and black pants.
"He's called Sear, Cole Sear".
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Me: Yay! My first chapter of Tainted finished! Yay! For me! Yes this WILL be Yiao, have patience people I will happen later on I swear!
Alex-Chan: Humph! Another fic for me to handle on my own I suppose!
Me: Yup!
Alex-Chan: I'll complain to Jade!
Me: Go ahead tell your sis, but just remember I created you muses so back off!!
Cloudy-Chan: ...Alex...go I'll deal with this
Me: Hey you're, not meant to be here!
Cloudy-Chan:...*Shrugs*
Me:...Okay whatever... Okay people! Now is your time to get those fingers working and telling me what you think about this! Please R&R! I need reviews just to stop my muses from striking. Any flames will be bitched about and thrown back at you by my head of flames muse Saline-Chan. Say hello Saline-Chan!
Saline-Chan: Hey! Burn flames Burn! Die B***h
Me: Err okay...Bye!
Muses: BYE!!!
This is set two days after the events of DMC2.
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Chapter 1 Starting over
Dante, wanted to smile, he really did, but the sense of irony and Déjà vu held him back. Hadn't he smiled before, at his victory, only to have it wipe from his face at the news of a cult trying to bring Satan back from the bowels of hell? No Dante wouldn't smile yet, not tonight, not until he was sure...
"Dante, guess what?" Said Trish, the copy of the New York Times clutched in her fist "You've officially been named a national hero! Dante? Are you listening to me?" Dante didn't reply as he looked out from their New York flat, which he and Trish shared, the sun was setting, casting a deep, blood red shade in the sky. Dante just nodded, watching the sky change. Trish sighed and rolled her eyes at Dante's back, before dumping the newspaper on the nearby couch, then heading to the open kitchen and rummaging in the refrigerator.
Trish sighed again as she pulled out a carton of orange juice, after Knowing Dante for a couple of years, you got to know about his habits, and what he was doing now was no exception, Dante wasn't being ignorant to Trish, he was just deep in thought.
"Am I?" Dante whispered, more to himself than to Trish who just overheard what he said. Trish poured her self a glass of orange juice and putting the carton back, and then she took a sip, wondering what Dante meant. "Am I what? A hero? Of course you are Dante! You saved to world, again!" Dante gave a small chuckle and turned to Trish for the first time since she'd entered the flat. "Listen Dante, if what your worried about is people finding out your half demon, then you have no need to, only me and Lucia know about that, so that thought can go out of the window" Dante sighed and shook his head.
"Can it Trish?...Look, It's not that simple, people have there own ways of finding these things out, I'm not a hero, I'm...I'm just cursed." Trish rolled her eyes again, more out of irritation than anything else, as she finished her glass of orange juice and slammed the glass back down on the counter. "Listen to me Dante, just because your half demon, doesn't make you inhuman, unless you let it, you still have thoughts and feelings, just like the rest of us, that's what being human is Dante"
Dante just sighed and didn't say anything. "Well, you could at least be glad that it's all over and you got out in one piece" Trish muttered darkly. Dante rose and eyebrow at her then began chuckling to himself, as he folded his arms across his chest. "You know Trish, I'm beginning to get the impression that this, will never be over" Trish just groaned at that line, just as there was a hurried knock at the door, Trish and Dante exchanged a look. "Speak of the devil, no pun intended of course" Trish muttered as she opened the door.
Lucia stumbled through the door before she managed to regain her balance. Trish raised an eyebrow and placed a cocky smirk on her face. "Hello Lucia, Not up to our usual standards of balance are we?" Trish asked the smirk still plastered on her lips while Lucia glared heatedly at her. Dante sighed and rolled his eyes, the two had been like this since they had met, Dante had had to step in, before a grudging truce was made between the two, even though it still didn't stop the two of them having arguments, it just stopped then from doing them when Dante was around, due to the fact he kept getting headaches from all the noise there arguments could produce.
"Trish" Lucia panted slightly. "Shut up, now is not the time for one of your bad jokes, we have a serious problem, Dante we need you back out on the field" Dante wasn't surprised at this statement, he merely rose and eyebrow, before turning to Trish. "I was right", then he nodded to himself and turned back to Lucia. "So what's the deal? Where am I going this time?" Lucia tossed Dante a black leather bound file which Dante opened. "It's on and island of about 20 miles of the east coast of Scotland, which mostly consists of a few villages and the population is just over 4,000 people" Dante flicked through the file quickly, before looking at Lucia.
"How did you find this out?" Lucia gave a sigh and took a piece of paper out of her pocket. "A guy who was on the island managed to contact us by old Morse code, he said he'd arrived at one of the villages to find it deserted, and half the buildings had either been burned or torn down" Dante nodded as he let this piece of information sink in.
"Any signs of demons or supernatural activity?" Lucia shrugged before looking back at her piece of paper again, "according to the guy that contacted us there is, He says the place is swarming, I've tried to contact the CIA but there not interested until we have some proof". Lucia pulled a bitter face at this and Dante chuckled again.
"Well I guess it's a challenge, is this guy still on the island?" Lucia nodded tucking the slip of paper back in her pocket and raking her hand through her hair. As far as I know he's still there and he's been there for over five days, all the other villages nearby were evacuated, but as far as we know he didn't leave with the villagers". Dante thought long and hard about this if the guy was still there after five days, there was a slim chance that he wasn't alive right now unless he was A) A survivor or B) A damned good fighter, even so, Dante would have to get rid of the demon's there, with or without the mystery man.
"Alright, I'll do this mission with this guy, if, he's still alive that is, so, does this gut have a name?" Lucia nodded and smiled obviously relived that Dante would take up this task, she took the black folder from Dante and flipped right to the very back before handing it him back. "I did some research on the guy all the info I could get on him is there" Dante nodded and looked at the photo, there was a photo of a man in his early twenties with long brown hair tied back in a ponytail, with piercing brown eyes and pale skin, a long leather jacket over his white shirt and black pants.
"He's called Sear, Cole Sear".
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Me: Yay! My first chapter of Tainted finished! Yay! For me! Yes this WILL be Yiao, have patience people I will happen later on I swear!
Alex-Chan: Humph! Another fic for me to handle on my own I suppose!
Me: Yup!
Alex-Chan: I'll complain to Jade!
Me: Go ahead tell your sis, but just remember I created you muses so back off!!
Cloudy-Chan: ...Alex...go I'll deal with this
Me: Hey you're, not meant to be here!
Cloudy-Chan:...*Shrugs*
Me:...Okay whatever... Okay people! Now is your time to get those fingers working and telling me what you think about this! Please R&R! I need reviews just to stop my muses from striking. Any flames will be bitched about and thrown back at you by my head of flames muse Saline-Chan. Say hello Saline-Chan!
Saline-Chan: Hey! Burn flames Burn! Die B***h
Me: Err okay...Bye!
Muses: BYE!!!