
The demon eyed them with his cold blue eyes, and at that moment, Dante knew that he wasn't a demon. This person was just a human, as misunderstood as he was. Trish and Lady agreed silently with him. Post DMC4.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Humor - Dante & Kalas - Words: 2,164 - Reviews: 2 - Follows: 1 - Published: 09-11-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7375049
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A/N: I had a random urge to write something, and boom, here it is. I may make this a two shot, depending. For now, it's staying where it is.
Warning: Hints towards slash, some violent imagery. The usual.
Pairing: This is more of a friendship fic, but there are pairings such as Dante/Kalas, Trish/Kalas, or Lady/Kalas if you squint hard and tilt your head to the side, particularly with the last two pairings.
Enjoy!
Blue Eyes
The area where the "blue eyed demon" inhabited was nothing short of a dump. Trish had explained earlier that the demon would attack when someone screamed out "demon", but other than that, it was seclude itself in the woods. The most notable feature, she explained, was his sapphire blue eyes, holding a burning distrust of the world and everything in it. Dante figured that was typical of a demon, but it was strange that the times it would attack were when someone called it out. 'Ah, what the hell, we'll figure it out sooner or later.'
Lady shifted Kalina Ann on her back, her multi colored eyes drinking in her surroundings. There was dried blood on the logs from the killings, cut down trees from a sword of some sort, but other than that, it was a peaceful forest. She had no idea why a demon would decide to inhabit it, but she figured that if someone had to call Dante and Trish to get rid of it, that it had to be a powerful demon of sorts.
Trish ran her sharp eyes over the report that the customer had given them. It depicted a demon that fought like a human; a sword in its right hand, a dagger in its left. It had hair the same color as its eyes, while its clothing was nothing short of strange. A tan cape that was ripped at the edges, purple gauntlets, blue armguards with white stripes, and various other objects. It also depicted that the demon had some sort of mechanical thing on its right shoulder. 'Whatever this demon is, it's doing a good job of disguising itself as a human.'
The trio arrived at the area where the demon was said to inhabit. The area was faintly lit by sunlight peeking through the trees, but other than that, it was dark. Dante and Trish, with their demon enhanced senses, could see that there was a ratted blanket on the ground, a few of the daily necessities next to it, and a photograph abandoned on the blanket. The slayer picked it up and studied it with a sharp eye, noticing that the demon was beside a young boy who had hair the same color as his, along with an older man. The smiles painted on their faces looked like a human family, which confused the half devil. He handed the photograph to his female companions, asking them their opinions on it.
"This is the demon," Trish mumbled, confusion evident in her tone, "and they were right when they said he looked human. If this is his family, they seem to be a normal one."
She passed it to Lady, who skimmed over it multiple times. "Demons are good at disguising themselves as humans, you all should know that. This changes nothing for me, for it's probably his family of demons."
Lady handed the picture back to Dante, who wasn't convinced. His frost colored eyes looked over each person in the photograph. The young boy was clinging onto the demons arm with a happy smile on his face, but also with a look of brotherly protectiveness. The elder man had his arms wrapped around each of their shoulders, and he also looked protective of the two young children.
At last, the demon himself. His eyes were bright and happy, with a huge grin plastered onto his face. His face gave away that he was laughing at some sort of joke that one of them had told, and in short, it looked like a picture of two brothers with their grandfather. 'Maybe this guy is human, but why would he kill other humans? 'Cause they called him a demon? There's calmer ways to deal with that—'
"There it is!" Lady exclaimed, causing Dante to drop the photograph on the blanket and reach for his sword. Trish had her two guns pointed at the demon; one at his forehead, the other in his stomach. Lady also had Kalina Ann pushed against his back, the sharp steel breaking the skin and causing a small pool of blood to gather underneath them.
Regardless of those facts, the demon stared at each of them with a cold look before snorting. "What are you going to do, shoot me? C'mon girlies, shoot me if you want."
"You're in no position to make threats," Trish hissed, shocking the demon with a powerful volt, "now why don't you tell us why you killed those innocent humans, and maybe we'll give you a quick death."
The demon began to laugh. At first it was quiet, and then it became hysterical. His laughter echoed through the forest, and although Lady pushed Kalina Ann further into his back, he continued to laugh for ten minutes before stopping. "Innocent humans? Innocent humans my ass. They call out to me, saying I'm a demon, and try to kill me! It's human to try and defend yourself from being killed. Did whoever hire you leave out the detail they came at me with the means to put a dagger in my throat, stab me through the heart with a stake, any of that?"
Dante stared into the demon's eyes, and after a few seconds, sheathed Rebellion on his back. "Lady, Trish, this guy's a human. Let 'em go."
Lady snarled before jerking her bazooka out of the man's back, causing him to grunt and stagger forward. Trish put her guns back in their holsters, still eyeing the blue eyed man with a sharp gaze. "Tell me Dante, why do you think he's a human?" the demoness asked, moving off when Dante walked towards the man.
"His aura is different, I'll give 'em that much. It ain't demonic though," the slayer replied, waving Lady over, "hey, you have a medical kit on ya, don't you? Get it out for me."
Although the demon hunter looked annoyed, she took out her medical kit she had with her and handed it to the half devil. "What if he's just lying to us to take us off guard, and then stab us in the back? You of all people should know that demons can mask their aura, Dante!"
Dante said nothing, instead lifting up the man's shirt from behind and whistling at the wound Kalina Ann left. "Woo, that's a nasty little cut there, ain't it?" he soaked a cotton ball with disinfectant before gently patting it, causing the human to hiss in discomfort. "Hey, kid. What's your name?"
The blue haired man said nothing for several minutes except the occasional grunt in pain or loud cursing. Eventually he decided to answer the red clad half devil with one word, "Kalas."
"Kalas, huh? Not a bad name," Dante murmured, taking some bandages out of the medical kit, "so tell me, I understand you were tryin' to defend yourself from those humans, but why kill them? Why not knock 'em out or something?"
Kalas was once again silent, but the slayer was patient as he started to wrap the bandage around the injury. "You try being called an ill omen, bad luck, and not human for your entire life, when you're just different," the blue eyed man mumbled, his eyes averting themselves to the trees, "and then say that your anger didn't take over you during those moments. I was dropped into this world, and I realize it's the same as back home. They say I'm not human, they try to kill me, and this time I let my anger take over when I've been holding it back for nineteen years. Do you want me to say I'm sorry? I'm not."
The trio was shocked into silence, and Dante's hand froze during the bandaging job. Trish was the first to break out of her shock, as she walked towards the swordsman and set a gentle, motherly hand on his shoulder. Blue eyes filled with anger, pain, and sadness locked onto her own frost eyes, but she could do nothing but rub his shoulder sympathetically. Kalas smiled, indicating that he appreciated the motion, before taking her hand. Trish was confused momentarily before her mother instincts kicked in (which she assumed she picked up from being a copy of Eva), and she wrapped her arms around the blue eyed swordsman, to which he stood there, but she knew he appreciated the comfort by the way he leaned into her.
Dante resumed his bandaging job, his frost eyes looking through Kalas and into his soul. He knew the pain of being different, of not being accepted, but not in a different world where he knew no one. A heavy sigh passed through him as he stood up, patting the swordsman on the shoulder. "Well, shall we go back to Devil May Cry? You're welcome to come with us, kid."
Kalas shot the slayer a look, but he nodded nonetheless, going over the blanket and picking up the photo the trio examined earlier. "This was my grandfather and my younger brother. It's the only picture I have of all three of us. Yeah, there were others, but they were destroyed that night..."
Lady sensed that he had lost people close to his heart, just as she herself had, so she wrapped an arm around his shoulders and began guiding him out of the forest with Dante and Trish following behind. "You've lost people as well, haven't you? I know how that feels."
The blue eyed swordsman looked at her and shot her a grin, confusing the female devil hunter. "Yeah, it sucks, but we have to live for those we've lost, don't we?"
His logic made her eyes widen, but she was jolted out of it when the swordsman nudged her in the ribs. "By the way, thanks for the stab in the back, literally. That's gonna hurt for a while."
Lady's blue and red eyes set themselves on Kalas, and the swordsman tilted his head in confusion before she patted his shoulder. "If you're anything like Dante, you'll be fine."
"Dante?" Kalas asked, and Lady pointed the slayer behind them, to which he made an inappropriate gesture, followed by a wink. They turned back around, laughed, and laughed harder when they heard a grunt followed by "Ow, Trish."
"You'll soon learn that he's a bit of a pervert. I'm Lady by the way, and the blonde woman is Trish." Kalas turned around, and Trish winked before having a friendly argument with Dante over something the swordsman had no idea about. "I hope you won't mind eating pizza every day."
"Pizza? What's pizza?"
"Oh my god, someone doesn't know pizza!" Dante exclaimed loudly from behind them, and Trish elbowed him hard in the ribs. "Ow, dammit Trish. But seriously, you have no idea what pizza is?" The slayer sauntered up to them, setting his arm on the young adults shoulder before he could protest. "You are missing out, kid. Pizza is the greatest thing ever!"
"To you." Lady countered, knocking Dante's arm off Kalas' shoulder. "He's not from this world, remember? You have to treat him to some actual half decent food. He's already skinny as a rake, we don't need you killing him by eating pizza every day," Dante opened his mouth to interject, but Lady silenced him with a finger, "c'mon! You can afford healthy food, can't you? Or are you that far in debt?" she finished teasingly, to which Dante gave her the finger.
"I'm sure I can find some spare change to feed this kid," Dante huffed, ducking his head from a punch, "smartass."
Kalas rolled his eyes and continued walking with the trio before a flashing sign caught his attention. "Devil May Cry?" he asked aloud. The trio walked ahead of him, and before he knew it, he was by himself in the forest. He blinked a few times before he ran towards them, hitting Dante on the head when he reached them. 'Maybe this world isn't so bad after all.'
There we go, that's that random idea done! If the interest level is high enough, I may continue this to make it a two shot. Then again, not many people read crossovers, but we'll see.
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