 Jinx.W
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An Original FanFiction.
Original plot, and a few original characters. No stealing or I'll send someone not nice after you.
I would love to hear any and all thoughts on the chapter to far. I'm looking to improve my character appeal and the flow of the story. I have a hard time with grammar so please let me know if you see see anything grammatical. This is my First FanFiction though I have been working on it for some time.
Disclaimer: I do not own, Devil May cry (video game or anime) nor do I make any money off of it or this reproduction.
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Dancing with Guns and Swords
: A Devil May Cry FanFic :
Jazmin finds herself attacked in the middle of the night only to be saved by a mysterious man in red. When she is thrust into Dante's crazy world, how long until she becomes apart of it herself.
Genres:
romance, action, fantasy, adventure, supernatural
Warnings:
Will be posted for each chapter/part along with ratings.
Characters:
Dante, Jazmin (OC), Jenkins (OC), Nathen (OC), Lady, Trish, Patty, Morrison, Nero and Virgil.
Chapter One, Part One
First Meeting:
warning: 10+ words: 2,058
A slight drizzle stared to fall on the city early on in the day before the sun had began to peak over the building tops. Even now, the sun long retreated below the horizon, a slight drizzles lefts the streets cold and damp. A few people were ducking into a small awning, shaking there umbrellas to dispel the water clinging to them. Above them a green neon sign flickered, the elegant 'Melody, Jazz Club' reflecting in the puddles covering the street. Down the flight of stairs and through the entrance the warmth of inside was always welcoming. The lights were dimmed, the smell of coffee and pine was as thick as the almost sweet smoke of cigars. The low murmur of voices was underplayed by the sound of music and singing.
Opposite of the doors, the small and well lit stage held most of the attention in the room. While the song was good enough, that wasn't the only reason for the devoted attention. The young woman holding the guitar was just as lovely as the song. Each cord she her delicate fingers expertly strummed, seamlessly flowing into a song. Her face, framed by her amber-brown hair as it hung around her shoulders, almost touched the guitar as she cradled it in her arms. With her thin pants and light sweater that hung around shoulders, her sender figure and curves were only accentuated. She had an alluring beauty about her, not it was only one someone grew to notice, as if the longer you looked at her the more beautiful she appeared. Her soft features and willowy figure making her making her seem as if she meant to be protected and pampered.
Her eyes opened, the usual intensity of those gray orbs lost in the song. She was far away as she turned from her fingers, leaning towards the mike.
"Ohh, the silence... Oh the silence I stand in..." she sang the last lines of the chorus, letting the music fade into just that; silence. As the room stilled, she leaned back from the mike and stood, guitar in hand. A bright and slightly embarrassed smile graced her lips when a soft applause filled the room. Ducking her head, she stepped to the side of the stage, stooping to put her guitar in its case as another performer stepped up to the mike. She didn't bother to glance over her shoulder but focused on gently closing the lid of the case over her beloved instrument. It had been a gift from her father when she was at school. That had been... five years ago? She counted back, trying to remember when she had started college as she stepped off the stage.
She was interrupted from her reminiscing as a few people approached her. It was not an unusual occurrence and She just smiled politely as they asked their various questions. 'How long have you been playing?', 'Do you come up with your own music?', 'Do you come here regularly?'. A common occurrence with the usual questions, the ones she always got, but all the same, she answered each politely and finally made her way over to the bar.
"Hey Jenkins." She said out of habit rather than necessity. She carefully leaned her guitar case against the bar which she then rested her elbows on. Lacing her fingers together she craned her head back slightly to smile up at the bar tender. Jenkins was a large man, not because he was heavy set or anything, but you could reasonably wonder if he had to turn to fit through a doorway. With arms that said he worked, out religiously, head shaven to a shine and a nice size mustache under his nose, Jenkins was an over all intimidating looking person. Or at least he could be if he didn't insist on wearing the white apron with the frilly edging. When Jazmin brought up the article’s conflicting message, he always claimed it was a gift from his wife. Anyone who talked to that hulking man for more than ordering a drink, could tell he was all warm and gooey on the inside.
Jenkins turned, rubbing a glass with a towel, and gave the women a big lope-sided smile.
"Well hey there little missy," he said leaning on the bar, still rubbing at the glass, "And what brings a pretty little lady like yourself to a place like this." She laughed but reached up suddenly and snagged Jenkins ear between two fingers. She grinned and squeezed.
"What have I said about calling me 'little missy'? I am not twelve..." She questioned in a mocking tone before releasing Jenkins' ear as he started whining 'ow ow ow'.
"Eh, sorry Jazmin," He muttered with a little pout mostly hidden by his mustache as rubbed his ear a bit. The sad look in his puppy-dog brown eyes faded almost instantly though and he turned around, grabbing a coffee cup from counter behind him. "Well, here's your usual, for your wonderful performance." Jazmin giggled, the irritation dispersing almost immediately as she took the drink. Jenkins did know exactly how to appease her ‘temper’. She stood on the stool foot rest so she could leaning over the bar giving Jenkins a little peck on his forehead.
"Thanks." She said with a bright smile and returned to her seat. Jenkins' smiled back, not at all embarrassed by the little blush coloring his cheeks as he returned to his work. Jazmin felt a chill when the front door was opened, people entered the club, and Jazmin ignored them.
"So..." Jazmin started, holding the mug close to her lips and letting the heat from the drink warm her through her hands. "How's your wife?" She glanced over the lip in an attempt to hide her knowing smirk form the bar tender. Jenkins moaned throwing his arms up before returning to rubbing the glass in his hand, starting his long list of complaints about his wife. He loved her (the apron was proof of that), but Jazmin knew he liked an excuse to whine. It was what couples did; love each other and complain. She hoped she would get to that stage with her significant other
At the point in Jenkins' tale where he was describing the way his wife had him organize the dish towels from the hand towels before washing them, the bell hanging over the door jiggling. The sound was almost unnoticeable in the club but the chilly breeze that snuck into the club caught Jazmin's attention once again. She noticed the person entering the club out of the corner of her eye but ignored them, sipping her hot drink and nodding to Jenkins. She had been very content to devote her attention to the bar tenders story but of course the person had to sit down right next to her. Well, to tell the truth he didn't sit, he dropped into the seat with such a dramatic flare she couldn't help and she but look.
The man that had just sat next to her could rival most... no, defiantly won the 'intimidating contest' against anyone. He must have been at the very least six-three, but Jazmin had never been good at judging height. While not quiet as board-shouldered as Jenkins, the man looked like he could handle just about anything, the air of power that he emanated only adding to that conclusion. Though, as dangerous as he looked, Jazmin was uneasy in the least. The way he moved was too light to be scary. His movements (though all she saw was him do was sling the black guitar case from his shoulder and drop it to the ground next to her's) were elegant, and flamboyant but still controlled. She wanted to compare him to a dancer, but that wasn't right at all. The long, trench coat he was wearing swept around his body, the red adding to the flare to his movements. The tight, black shirt he wore was distracting enough without the way it just hugged the sculpted muscles just underneath. But, as distracting and attention demanding the rest of his, the was most 'eye catching' thing about him was his hair. Long and white, it was almost silver. And the way it hung in his face obscuring half his features in darkness made his eyes glow in the light.
Jazmin couldn't help but stare at this beautiful and powerful man that had just sat next to her.
She must have been staring longer than she had thought because he turned his head slightly and glanced at her from under those bangs. Jazmin blinked in surprise as she spun away quickly, smiling in embarrassment for being caught eying. He didn't return the smile but his icy-blue eyes looked at her from head to foot then back again, only then did a little smirk tug at the corner of his mouth. For a moment it appeared as if he was going to say something but his attention was turned to Jenkins who had stepped forwards to ask the man what he wanted. Jazmin kept her eyes intently focused on the mug in her hands; now she was even more embarrassed and she could feel her cheeks burning.
"One Strawberry-Sunday."
It was not secret who had said it and Jazmin dared to sneak a peak at the man through her bangs. He had said it in a completely serious tone. Jenkins raised an eyebrow at the odd order, giving the man a hard look before he held is hands up and shrugged.
"I'll see what I got..." Jenkins said slowly, looking the man over once more then walking away to help another customer before going into the back. She didn't say thing and tried to drink her coffee as normally as she could. Oh god why did she feel so awkward all of a sudden? Was it because she had been staring? He probably got stares all the time. Jazmin scowled at her drink. It must have been that little smirk he had given her. She was no good with dealing with attractive guys. Well... really, she was no good when dealing with guy that she thought were hot. And this guy was practically high on the list. How long had it take her before she had worked up the nerve to talk to her boyfriend? A month? It was probably closer to four. Ha ha...
Out of the corner of her eye she noticed slow movement. Without really registering what it was Jazmin turned suddenly and reaching for her guitar case as it slipped towards the floor. She wasn't quite fast enough to catch it, but someone else was. In the next moment their was a hand around the case, as well at the the black one that had caused the loss of balance. Jazmin looked up slowly to see the white haired man leaning out of his seat. As she looked to his face his eyes flashed up from the cases and he gave her a grin. It made her heart skip a beat. Hie eyes, seemed to hold her in place and she couldn’t move. But then he was setting the cases back upright and returned to his seat, and Jazmin was released from whatever had held her frozen. Clearing her throat she reoccupied her seat.
“Thanks you.” She muttered quietly and the man chuckled.
“Your welcome.”
Oh god, even his voice was hot. What was she going to do with herself? Practically stumbling over her own feet (well she would have been if she were walking) because a guy had smiled at her. Her boyfriend was just as good looking as this guy. Well, he may have not been quiet as attention demanding, he was still good looking. But then again, Nathen’s eyes weren’t so piercing they made her feel like he could see her every move.
She sighed softly, staring at her drink for a while longer. Ah…whatever. She probably look like a bit of an idiot to this guy next to her, but who cared what he thought? And she probably wasn't ever gonna see him every again anyways so she might as well work up the nerve and talk to him. Jazmin turned towards him abruptly and started to speak only to bite her lip mid thought and then try again.
"Do you...um, are you going to play?" she asked more frustrated than embarrassed at her obvious difficulty. The man turned his head a little and looked at her threw his bangs once again. Jazmin couldn't help but wonder if they were a bit bothersome because at the moment she thought they were. She couldn't see his face properly with the way he was kinda hunched over, coat collar and hand hiding his face. He then frowned at her as if confused by her question.
"What'cha talkin' about?" he asked.
She faltered. Of course he'd come back with a question of his own.
"Oh.. ah, your guitar." She said pointing hastily at the black case next to hers. "Are you going to perform?" she restated and threw a thumb over her shoulder at the stage all the while mentally kicking herself for not making that obvious the first time.
The man tipped back in his chair so he could see around Jazmin before he returned to leaning on the bar.
"Sorry, I don't do public performances." He said, another smirk working its way onto his face.
"Here you go."
The musician nearly jumped out of her seat as Jenkins set a glass cup full of pink dessert topped with whipped cream and strawberries before the man. He immediately snagged the spoon and put it in his mouth in one fluid movement. The process seemed surprisingly graceful for just eating ice cream. Jazmin sighed at her reaction. High-strung nerves? Really? Was she guilty? But what was there to be guilty about? She was just talking to a guy who had happened to sit next to her in the club. It wasn't like she was doing something bad. Ah, relationships; she found them so confusing sometime. Jazmin brought her drink to her lip, glancing up at the clock. The mug was almost immediately slammed back to the bar, the dark contents splashing over her hand and the counter but she didn't even notice.
"Ah! It's that late already?" Jazmin was on her feet, grabbing her guitar case in an almost reckless manner as she rushed for the exit. "Hey, see ya Jenkins!" She called back over her shoulder. In her rush she almost run into someone coming in. She hurriedly jump out of the way, stammering apologies as she tore her jacket from the coat racket and rushing outside, the door jiggling loudly on her way out.
"Bye Kid." Jenkins called just as the door was closing and sighed. "That girl..." As he turned back to grab her empty mug and wipe up the mess she had left him, he noticed the man with the ice cream gazing after Jazmin.
Last Edit by: Jinx.W 12/14/11 - 8:08:27 pm
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