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Change of Fate	By : Aryun Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 1617 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Devil May Cry game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Authoresses Notes: Well, I rather like Dante in this
chapter. ^-^ Like she says, he's an enigma. He acts one way, yet shoots his
mouth off another! The wonders of Dante Sparda *shaking head* Anywhoo... I still
like this chapter.

*scratching head* I don't think I ever 'splained why
she's called 'The Empress'... The Empress - this is the term used for The
Grandfather's Right Hand. She takes care of the daily day to day business of the
pantheon, and much to the rest of the gods annoyance, makes decisions for Him.
Despite her half-breed status, Grandfather has taken her in of His own accord,
and what His motives are, we may never know.

Trish, it seemed, was madder than a wet cat after hearing
what Dante had to tell her.

I had my head buried underneath several pillows and I could
still hear her shrill voice, basically screaming at Dante. Dante, however, was
keeping calm, explaining things to her exactly so there would be no
miscommunication.

There was a door slamming, and then silence.

I felt awful for having come between them, after all from
her reaction they were more than what I believed.

My hand pressed to my lips as I struggled not to cry. What
the hell was wrong with me? It shouldn�t bother me! It shouldn�t even cause me
to flinch. I'm the daughter of a fucking god!

�You�re human.�

A soft hand rested upon my shoulder, the fingers softly
kneading my skin.

�I�m sorry,� I blurted as tears fell down my cheeks. �I�m
sorry! I didn�t know��

I was roughly cut off as Dante hauled me up from the covers
and wrapped me up in his arms. Startled as I was, I had no remark to his
treatment.

�No need to apologize,� he murmured into my ear as he
stroked back my tangled hair.

�But� you don�t know why�� I breathed as my body finally
recovered from the shock. �I�m sorry about Trish��

He started to laugh. A deep throated laugh that vibrated
against my face. �Trish and I?�

�Yes�� My voice was timid as my fingers curled into his
black t-shirt.

�You mean, you think we�re� together? As in
fuck-buddies?�

�Yes�� even more timid and small sounding than before.

Dante started to laugh even harder. �Do you know how
weird that would be, babe?� His fingers curled underneath my chin, pulling
my face to look at him. �She�s a copy of my mother� that�d be one fucked
up relationship. Me and Trishy�� He started to laugh so hard, he was having
trouble catching his breath.

�I consider her a friend, doll, but nothing more.� He
laughed again. �I might be a half-devil, but that doesn�t change the fact that
my mother brought me up with some morals.� He smiled and tucked a few strands of
my copper hair behind my ear. �Trishy�s a good fighter. A damned good one at
that. She had no where to go and no one to go to. I mean, she just lost her main
place to stay and work from. I couldn�t just leave her there� well, I could, but
I mean, she looks like my mom! I�d feel really damned guilty if I didn�t
take care of her.�

I looked up into his eyes and I noticed the undisclosed
sincerity there. I flung my arms around his neck, holding him tight to me as I
started to cry again.

Dante shook his head, and I bet he rolled his eyes. �I
thought we established that you�re not supposed to cry?�

�No, we established that I�m never going back to where I
came from, and that you and Trish aren�t involved. You never said I couldn�t
cry.� One of my hands dug into his shirt, while the other tangled into the short
strands of his silver hair.

He thought a moment, and then laughed as he wrapped his
hands around my waist. �You�re warm, babe,� he commented when he settled his
cheek against my forehead.

�The healer� she thought it was due to the child�s
bloodline� That he is part devil��

�Well, quarter.�

I laughed slightly �Doesn�t matter, Devil Boy. The child is
half human, quarter god, quarter devil. Interesting combination?�

�Suppose,� he responded lazily as he stroked my back
underneath the loose shirt I wore, making me sigh into his neck. �You�re tense,�
he said after a moments silence as he kneaded my back.

�I truly don�t feel well,� I murmured as I closed my eyes,
concealing my face underneath his chin. Snuggling into his arms, I tried to
ignore the constant pounding inside my head. It felt like someone was pounding a
mallet into my head with brutal strength.

�Maybe you need to get cooled off. I know this place ain�t
the coolest, but at least we can get cold water.� With ease, he lifted me into
his arms as if I weighed nothing, and carried me towards a smaller door.

I kept my face tucked into his neck, trying to ignore the
nausea that burned my throat as he carried me. Luckily, this time it worked
pretty well until we actually got into his bathroom and he set me on my feet.

Patiently, he held back my hair as fell to my knees,
vomiting nothing but bile tinged with blood. My stomach ached, the muscles tense
and painful, and my hands trembled as I pushed myself to a more upright
position.

Dante�s right arm snaked around my body, sensibly above the
aching stomach muscles so as not to set off the nausea again. He pulled me up
into his body, my back resting against his chest and between his knees as he
knelt behind me. His free right hand slowly stroked my face that was damp with
perspiration.

He waited until my shaking had stopped before he drew away,
standing and turning to his bathtub.

I looked around at his bathing chamber as he worked the
taps for the water.

It was pretty well kept, but it still looked a bit rundown.
The tile was black with slender red lines within it, and in stark contrast to
old-fashioned, and white, four footed bathtub. The sink was leaning down
slightly as it was free standing. An old medicine cabinet hung above it that was
flawed with a crack running diagonal across the surface of it.

The walls were a parchment yellow color, as if Time himself
had stained the walls. Once, it looked like a deep reddish-beige color, along
with the other accents of the room, but now it just added to the decrepit look.

A small window was perched above the bath, looking out into
the alleyway in the front of Devil May Cry.

I had to admit, with just a touch of work, it could be
quite a nice bathroom�

Of course, I wasn�t one to complain when a handsome man was
drawing me a tepid bath to soak in.

I watched Dante as he moved around his small bathroom,
tossing his black fleece jacket over the door knob before testing the water with
a flick of his fingers. He nodded to himself before he turned, setting his denim
clad ass on the lip of the tub.

�Well? Do you need help or can you get undressed and I can
leave you in peace to soak?� He cocked his head, a smirk blossoming on his face.

�I� I honestly don�t know.� I thought, feeling the weakened
state of my limbs. �If I could undress myself, I doubt I would be able to stand,
let alone step into a tub that high.� I looked up at him, his ice-blue eyes
sparkling in mischief.

�Would you want me to help you, or do you want me to call
in Trishy?� His hands settled beside him on the rim of the tub, his fingers
tapping gently in rhythm.

I thought again as I sat there, contemplating each and
every nuisance of that statement. �I� think I would rather you help me. At least
that way I won�t have to wait, and besides,� I added in afterthought to see what
he would say. �You wouldn�t take advantage of someone so weak, would you?�

Dante arched an eyebrow, his face becoming serious as he
watched me. �Why would you think that?�

I shrugged helplessly. �Just a thought.�

�No, I wouldn�t do that. Same reason as why I don�t fuck
Trishy.� With that, he bent down towards me, his fingers deftly unlacing the
shirt I wore, and within seconds, it was laying upon the ground. Next he pulled
off the tighter shirt I wore to keep my swollen breasts out of the way; making
sure no pressure was applied to make them ache.

Callused hands wrapped around my waist, and the next thing
I knew, we had switched positions. I was sitting on the edge of his bathtub,
while he was kneeling between my feet. I was surprised that his touches were
functional, and not sexual.

His fingers slid down, easing the laces out of their
eyelets before raising my hips with one hand while the other slid the offending
garments away. Soft tugs pulled the leather down further until it totally
slipped off my body along with the lower slung panties. These he carefully
folded and placed on the lowered toilet lid, and as an afterthought, he folded
both shirts and placed them together.

By the time he had finished, the tub was filled to where he
wanted it to be, and with a surprising gentleness, I was raised and lowered into
the water. He walked over to his sink as I slunk further into the water, nearly
moaning at how the warmth ate away at the pain of pulled muscles.

When he returned, he produced a small comb and motioned to
the tangled mass that was my hair. Obliging him, I turned slightly, tucking my
legs up so that my arms could curl around them as I tipped my head back, my hair
falling in a wave down to the floor.

Closing my eyes, I felt small tugs on my tangled hair as he
slowly worked the knots out, leaving my hair falling in a soft mass of curls
after he had finished. With gentle coercion, he ended up holding my neck over
his arm while he poured the water through the tresses, slowly cleaning the
strands before he allowed me to fully sink into the water.

His wet fingertips brushed my cheek gently. �I�ll leave you
to soak for a bit while I take care of business.�

I nodded at him and watched as he rose, stretching his body
before he turned and walked out of the bathroom, leaving the door ajar.

Frowning slightly, I looked through to his bedroom,
watching as he changed into his leathers, and I knew he and Trish must have
gotten a call. That he trusted me enough to stay here and not mess things up,
startled me, made me wonder what exactly was going on in his mind.

I sighed. Just when I thought I had him figured out, he
goes and does something totally against the grain of his nature.
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