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~Rogue~
By: Aerys Krystie.
Theme: AU, XOver.
Plot: Dante gets a baby-sitter for Patty but can't seem to get along with 'her'. More bitchy than Lady and more dangerous than Trish, Dante has his hands full. But the baby-sitter tells him some startling news and asks for Dante's help to hunt a rogue Nephilim. What the hell is a Nephilim anyway?
Warnings: Shounen-ai, language, violence, and OOC.
Disclaimer: The character/s of DNAngel and Devil May Cry do not belong to me. I make no profit from this story.
Fifteen slaps. Fifteen women. Fifteen failed opportunities. Dante hated his life sometimes. Worse still, he hated Lady and Trish for not helping him in his time of need. Not that Dante expected anything less from them. The more he suffered, the happier they were and Dante was suffering. Morrison had set up a job for him and seeing as Patty was staying with him, Dante didn't want to leave her alone. In case she got herself into trouble, which was something she did frequently.
Like any normal half-demon, Dante put out an ad and had had quite a few people show up for the position. None of the women had a sense of humor and all of them had slapped him when he asked for a date with them. What was wrong with the world? And where the hell was Morrison? He was better at getting people to do what he wanted than Dante was. Another thing about the man that annoyed the silver haired demon.
Patty hadn't even mentioned anything about Dante's sloppy ways of getting a date. None of the women that had walked through the doors of Dante's business had taken her interest and she was grateful when they all stormed out. She didn't need a baby-sitter. She was eleven years old and very capable of taking care of herself. She just wished that Dante would see that.
Patty stood by the door as it opened, greeting the person that entered, who just walked past and patted her on the head. Patty's eyes widened and she turned around to watch the new person that entered go up to Dante's desk and throw themselves into a chair opposite the half-demon, who didn't even open his eyes. Patty liked that one. She wasn't going to take any of Dante's crap. She had the same air around her that Lady and Trish did.
Dante didn't move. He could already sense the arrogance surrounding the person that was sitting across the desk from him and he didn't want to see a snide smirk on painted lips. "Can I help you with something?"
"I'm here about the baby-sitting advertisement."
Dante cracked an eye open, taking in the young appearance of the girl. "I'm not looking for a teenager."
"I'm six-hundred-and-seventy-two years old." That was a lie but Dante didn't need to know the real age.
"Age was kind to you." Dante sat up and fully opened his eyes, staring into gold ones. He raised an eyebrow. "So, what makes you think the position is still available?"
The person mimicked Dante and raised an eyebrow, too. "The fact that you still have the advertisements up around town and the sign outside that says 'Position Available', might have something to do with it."
Patty giggled and Dante glanced at the girl. "And why should I hire you?"
The female or extremely girly boy, Dante couldn't be positive, shrugged. "Your sister seems to like me, I'm great with children and I'll kick your ass instead of just slapping you if you pull that cheesy date line."
Patty grinned. She was really liking that woman. "Dante, please choose her! I know we'll have a lot of fun together!"
"I'm also an expert demon hunter," the golden blond said before Dante could open his mouth to scold Patty.
Dante looked thoughtful. That was a major plus, in his books. The fact that that was the only person Patty had even looked at was even better. But there was something about the person that Dante didn't like and it could just be a personality clash. It could be the arrogance. Hell, it could even be the fact that Dante couldn't fully tell what gender the person in front of him was. It could be the evil inside the blond that he could sense. Or it could be the pale gold eyes that seemed to glow. There were many possibilities and Dante was just going to go with the evil inside.
Patty watched the staring contest that seemed to go on between the two adults in the room. She shifted slightly and knew that Dante was trying to find something wrong with the person that Patty liked. Because, for some ungodly reason, Patty noticed that whenever she liked someone, Dante always found a fault with them. Mainly that they were evil but Dante never trusted her opinion and Patty really liked the woman that was annoying the man she enjoyed calling her big brother.
Patty stepped back when they got to their feet, not breaking eye contact. It looked as though they were going to have a quick draw and Patty was just waiting for the clock to chime so they could draw out their weapons. It didn't come to that as they sat down again, like nothing had happened between them and Dante asked the person what their name was.
"Krad."
Dante raised an eyebrow. "Is there a last name for that?"
Krad nodded. "Of course there is. But seeing as you're not going to be paying me because you're broke and I'm doing this out the kindness of my heart. Plus Patty could do with a proper role model in her life." Krad smiled at the little girl, who grinned back.
Dante frowned. How the hell did Krad know so much about him? He decided he didn't want to know and just nodded. At least Krad knew that there was no payment involved. "Okay, you start right now. I have to go out and do stuff. There's food in the fridge and Patty's bedtime is eight."
Patty pouted. "Crappy bedtime." She saw Krad wink at her and giggled.
"Patty's bedtime is eight," Dante repeated, seeing the wink. He pulled his jacket on and ruffled Patty's hair as he walked out of the door. "I'll see you tomorrow morning or maybe even later tonight."
"What a horrible thought," Krad muttered with a shudder.
When the door closed, Patty turned around to Krad. "So, Miss Krad, what are we going to do?"
Krad went over to Dante's fridge and looked at the contents. How the hell did the half-breed expect him to make a proper meal out of what was in there? Krad looked over his shoulder and smiled at Patty. "It's just Krad, sweetie and I'm a guy."
Patty smirked. "Really?" Krad nodded. "I am so betting that against Dante!"
Krad laughed and glanced out the window. Poor Dante had no idea what he had just gotten himself into, Krad thought triumphantly. He closed the fridge door and turned to Patty. "Is pizza okay for dinner? Dante doesn't seem to believe in having decent food available."
Patty nodded with a sigh. "Tell me about it! All he eats is pizza or strawberry sundaes! If it wasn't for the fact that he's really good at protecting me, I would've reported to him Child Services by now!"
Krad raised an eyebrow. Patty was a little vindictive for a girl of her age and Krad slowly nodded. He could understand it, though. But he was in the mood for a strawberry sundae. "Change of plan, we're going out for a little bit to have dessert first then dinner. After that, we can building a card castle since Dante, the Nazi, doesn't believe in gaming consoles." Krad flicked his hair over his shoulder and got Patty's coat for her. Krad opened the door and pulled his suitcase into the building. He wasn't going to sleep in his day clothes. That was just something he didn't do.
Patty pulled her coat on and grabbed the key. She locked the door when they were outside and they walked the streets. She pointed things out to Krad as she knew he wasn't a regular in the town; she would've seen him before then if he was. She wasn't surprised when Krad seemed to know where the ice-cream parlor was and sighed dejectedly when he ordered the same as Dante and she got her triple chocolate sundae. At least Krad was able to pay, instead of flirting with the waitress to put it on his never-before-paid tab. That was a surprising change at least.
As they ate, Patty asked questions. Her main being, how could Krad be over six hundred years old? He didn't look a day over eighteen and Dante saying that age was kind to him was an understatement. Krad just smiled and said that one day she'll know. Patty pouted and demanded to know then and there and threatened to tell Dante that he had abused her when her brother got home. Krad raised an eyebrow and said he really would if she didn't drop it.
After their sundaes, they returned to the Devil May Cry building as the phone rang. Krad ran and answered it, groaning and telling Dante that everything is fine and they went out for ice-cream. Patty could imagine Dante's reaction to that. Krad slammed the handset into the cradle with a growl and told Patty that her 'big brother' was a 'big douchebag'. Patty didn't know what a 'douchebag' was but decided that it might be best if she didn't ask.
Krad ordered the pizza and went through his suitcase, trying to find something of interest for Patty to read. He shrugged and handed her one of his mangas, telling her it wasn't as bad as she was thinking it to be. Hell, it was a very, very light BL one. If she kept thinking what she was, Krad would read out his collection of 'Togainu no Chi' ones to her. Of course corrupting a young mind was something he was no longer allowed to do. Instead, he fully looked around the inside of the building. Dante had removed most of Patty's decorations but there were still enough around to see what she had once done to it.
As Patty read the manga, Krad got two decks of cards and began working on the card castle he had mentioned earlier. He paused for a moment when there was a knock at the door. He paid the delivery person, who looked shocked beyond all reason and told the kid to keep the tip. Krad placed the pizza box beside Patty, who was on the sofa and went back to the cards. Nose still buried in the manga, Patty ate her dinner. Krad was right, it wasn't as bad as she thought it was. It was actually quite sweet.
Krad flicked the light to the bathroom off as he stepped out. He checked up on Patty and saw that she was sleeping soundly. He closed the curtains of her bedroom window and kept the door ajar, just in case something was to happen. Krad didn't put it past the demons that were watching that building. He stepped into the main area of the building, stepping to the side when something flew at him. Of all times for a demon to attack! Krad just wanted to get some sleep.
Krad released his wings and placed a sleeping spell on Patty, that would wear off it she was touched, causing her to wake and possibly scream. His wings flexed the last of his blood from them and Krad used one as a shield as a demon moved in for an attack. Krad straightened and spun around, letting his wings slice the demon practically in half. That had been the only one stupid enough to attack him. The others watched with wide eyes.
Krad smirked. He loved having that effect on demons. They always seemed to forget that there usually was some form of god and his messengers. There were five of the freaks that were standing there, staring at him like he was the abomination. With a happily sigh, Krad set to work on wiping them out. Some of them were really fast but Krad couldn't let them get away and warn others about him. Three down and the last two were making a run for the door. A bullet sailed through the head of one and Krad quickly retracted his wings and changed over to his duel daggers that looked like miniature versions of the katana. One blade through the heart of the last demon and one up through the jaw into the brain.
Krad groaned. He was covered in blood and had just had a shower. He hated demons! They always chose the worst times to make him dirty. Krad wiped the demon blood off his weapons and re-sheathed them, looking at Dante who was holding a black feather. Krad gasped and snatched it from the half-demon's gloved hand, staring at it with horror. It can't be! The owner of these feathers is dead. I killed him myself. Krad ignored the way Dante was staring at him and crushed the feather in his hand. It cut into his skin as another angel's feather does and he watched his blood slowly trickle down the sides of his hand. Krad glared up at Dante, who frowned at the sudden spiteful look.
"Where did you get this?" Krad demanded.
Dante shrugged and stepped into the building, kicking the door closed. He didn't have to answer to some baby-sitter. He was about to walk into the bathroom when a strong hand gripped his shoulder and threw him into a wall. Why the hell hadn't he sensed that the blond was behind him? Krad was pinning him to the wall, anger and sorrow in his eyes and Dante had to raise an eyebrow. It was a fucking feather! How could a feather cause that sort of emotion in someone?
"Where did you get it?" Krad hissed again, narrowing his eyes.
"Dude, chill. It's a fucking feather. I found that one sticking out of the door. What's your problem?" Dante watched Krad as the blond stepped back from him. "Why do I always hire the freaks?"
"Because the bigger freaks attract the smaller ones." Krad went into the main area of the building and threw the feather out as Dante went into the shower.
Krad gazed as the feather before looking out the window. So, it was here. But that's impossible. I know I killed it! I even removed the heart. Did it have a second one? Krad sighed and sat on the desk, trying to remember. From what he could remember, it only had the one heart. But that didn't…But that's still…Krad was completely lost. He removed the sleeping spell from Patty and stood. How was it possible? There was no way, even remotely conceivable for it have happened. But the evidence was clear. Unless there was another one.
Krad lowered his eyes at that thought. There couldn't be another one. That was another impossibility. On the other hand, there were a lot of impossibilities that seemed to be very possible at the moment and it was driving Krad insane. Dealing with one had almost killed him. How was he meant to deal with another? Even if it was the same one, Krad wasn't sure he could kill it a second time.
Dante stepped into the room, pants on, shirtless and drying his hair. He looked at Krad and raised an eyebrow. "You're still here? I thought you were aware that there wasn't going to be any payment." Dante sat down in his chair.
"Oh, I know. I just wanted the information you're withholding from me." Krad turned and fixed Dante with a level stare.
Dante smirked, trying to cover the fact that he was thrown off a little by that accusation. How the hell did Krad know all of that? Was the blond able to read minds or something? Dante was sure he didn't want to know and shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about, Blondie. I answered your question. So, you might not want to overstay your welcome."
Dante wasn't surprised when there was a blade to his throat. In the same instant, Dante had a gun pressed against a forehead. He wasn't going to let the blond try and intimidate him. He was Dante fucking Sparda! No-one got the upper hand with him, especially some long haired freak that he still wasn't sure if it was male or female. He opened his eyes when he felt something tap the inside of his thigh and looked down at the blade that was a little too close to something personal of his.
Dante raised his eyes to the smirking blond who was sitting on his lap. "You know, I could twitch and blow a hole through your pretty face."
Krad didn't lose his smirk. "And I could twitch, changing your gender, religion and sexuality. Did you want to risk that or will you be a good little half-breed and tell me what I want to know?"
Dante stared into the glowing gold eyes and slowly lowered his gun; Krad removing the blades and getting off his lap, sitting on the desk in front of him. "You seem to already know that when I arrived at the spot where my gig was, there were those kind of feathers everywhere. Demons were slain with them and there was a really badass evil aura coming from somewhere."
Krad lowered his eyes and sighed. "Fuck…So it was that. I thought it was dead." Krad flipped over the desk and walked around slowly. He couldn't believe it was still alive after so long. What was its purpose now? What could it possibly want?
"What 'it'?" Dante figured if he was going to share information then the blond could do the same as well. It was only fair and Dante was tired of being left out of the loop when it came to shit to do with demon killing feathers.
Krad stopped pacing and muttering to himself to look at Dante. Was the demon sure he wanted to know? It would make his whole world come crashing down and that was something Krad was going to take great pleasure in doing. After all, no-one points a gun at him without an intention of attempting to kill him. But Dante got lucky. If he had fired that weapon, he would be in the ER right then, instead of sitting pretty, asking questions.
"It' is something you've probably heard about. A Nephilim."
Dante's eyes widened and he got to his feet. Did I hear that correctly? He wasn't sure and thought he had better double check. "Are you kidding me? What the fuck is a 'Nephilim'?"
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