Alittleacorn
Smile it confuses people
I was going to post a thread on this once I'd gotten another fic done, but I thought I may as well live in the moment and do it now ^_^ So here it is, a fic inspired by this:
Title: DmC: Bullet
Details: Kat never could understand why Dante found guns so fascinating…or why he had to show off. (DmC Oneshot)
Genre: Humor
Rating: T
Preview:
Watching her boss train over the years, Kat had gained a key interest for swords. She had never used one herself, yet she did appreciate the artistry it took in which master one. Kat had seen Vergil hone those abilities over the years. When he failed to perform a move correctly or in the way he wanted, then he would pick himself up and try again until he got it right. Nowadays Kat rarely saw him make a mistake; his skills wielding the Yamato finely tuned with grace and with speed, that many sparring partners would be down and out before they had the chance to strike. Admittedly, it was mesmerizing to see.
He once told her there was no honor in using a gun; and with this Kat could agree. Nearly anyone could learn use a firearm; her boss himself was capable of firing a gun. But a sword, now that was where a person’s untapped talent truly resided, if they practised with one long enough. And an amazing swordsman Vergil was, though he never gloated about it. It was were these qualities that him a great leader to the Order, and friend.
Dante on the other hand, was something…unique. To him, fighting was a game, a sport; and the way in which he used a sword was wild and aggressive, that Kat was surprised he hadn’t killed himself yet. Dante had more mishaps than his brother, though often he would manage to catch himself before he took any serious damage. It was his attitude however that Kat found startling; how well Dante remained upbeat through it all, as if to him, killing demons was the norm in life.
“Do you have to do that?”
Dante glanced over at her from where he was in Limbo, not looking remotely serious. “Do what?”
“That,” Kat said, pointing to the demon’s head he was spinning on his finger with perfect ease. “We don’t have time for…that.”
A smirk lifted the corner of Dante’s lips, but he didn’t dispute. Instead he swung back his arm, sending the demon head flying into a trashcan some way behind them.
“Party killer.”
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Title: DmC: Bullet
Details: Kat never could understand why Dante found guns so fascinating…or why he had to show off. (DmC Oneshot)
Genre: Humor
Rating: T
Preview:
Watching her boss train over the years, Kat had gained a key interest for swords. She had never used one herself, yet she did appreciate the artistry it took in which master one. Kat had seen Vergil hone those abilities over the years. When he failed to perform a move correctly or in the way he wanted, then he would pick himself up and try again until he got it right. Nowadays Kat rarely saw him make a mistake; his skills wielding the Yamato finely tuned with grace and with speed, that many sparring partners would be down and out before they had the chance to strike. Admittedly, it was mesmerizing to see.
He once told her there was no honor in using a gun; and with this Kat could agree. Nearly anyone could learn use a firearm; her boss himself was capable of firing a gun. But a sword, now that was where a person’s untapped talent truly resided, if they practised with one long enough. And an amazing swordsman Vergil was, though he never gloated about it. It was were these qualities that him a great leader to the Order, and friend.
Dante on the other hand, was something…unique. To him, fighting was a game, a sport; and the way in which he used a sword was wild and aggressive, that Kat was surprised he hadn’t killed himself yet. Dante had more mishaps than his brother, though often he would manage to catch himself before he took any serious damage. It was his attitude however that Kat found startling; how well Dante remained upbeat through it all, as if to him, killing demons was the norm in life.
“Do you have to do that?”
Dante glanced over at her from where he was in Limbo, not looking remotely serious. “Do what?”
“That,” Kat said, pointing to the demon’s head he was spinning on his finger with perfect ease. “We don’t have time for…that.”
A smirk lifted the corner of Dante’s lips, but he didn’t dispute. Instead he swung back his arm, sending the demon head flying into a trashcan some way behind them.
“Party killer.”
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