gonna be that bitch and make nero cheat on kyrie with me .
after all he’s my coworker , my bestie , his uncle ‘s secretary when devil may cry was standing and had little business .
nero doesn’t have the excuse of trying to avoid me after , i’m everywhere he is . in his bed , in his head , underneath him in kyrie’s place when he’s intimate with her and all he can do is bust a nut because he pictured my moans instead of her’s .
TW: death, major & minor character deaths, angst no fluff
" i think I want a farm." you tell david martinez randomly one night after a gig. the fizz of liquor tainted your breath and the ache in your trigger finger reminded you of a job well done.
you both were seated on the hood of maine's ride, he was less careful than you on getting sneaker marks smeared against cherry red paint, bullet holes still decorated the side of her passenger and driver side door, but other than that she was still beautiful. the paycheck you all would get from falco would cover damage and maybe maine can finally take dorio somewhere nicer than the afterlife for a humble drink; not that she would give a damn about niceities.
you overhead pilar brag about what he'd do with his cash when he hit the motherfucking motherload of gigs. he could practically taste the gold plated cock piece and the new upgrades for his inhumanely long hands.
" a . . farm?" david blinks, his head tilting too far to the side. thick eyebrow quirking upwards in blatant curiosity.
" yeah!" you lean back on your palms, head tilting upwards to watch the city's light pollution and acidic air dance over twinkling stars and warp the full moon's rays. " with animals that existed before nightcity , and its gonks killed them all. i want birds, chickens, and horses, maybe--"
" you think those fucking animals still exist?" pilar interrupts with a boisterous laugh, spilling beer all over his front when he throws his head back to laugh. you're loud enough for even his drunken senses to hear you, and considering he's chromed hella out, you don't doubt his auditory upgrades heard you and david talking. " that's such bull-SHIT!!"
maine swats him over the head with a large meaty whack of his gorilla mitts. the faux skin covering his implants ripple under the sheer force he uses to silence any other stupidity his drunk gang mate would spew out.
" mind ya' manners to our new choom, girl's got dreams." he grumbles, the end of his mouth curling into a warm grin just for your eyes alone. dorio winks your way under her man's large arm that's wrapped around her shoulders.
"if I could, id only own birds. something about having freedom. how easy it is to just run away from everything and fly as far as they wanted." you continue, drawing your knees up to your chest. cheek rested on both kneecaps while you turned your gaze back onto david.
something about the way you spoke. the dreamy way your eyes held just a little bit of hope and the spark of ambition or stupid determination to get your happily ever after far away from this hellscape. it made his thrumming chest squeeze, his breath hitch. at some point, david thinks he stopped breathing when he sees you smile while you continue your tipsy rant. you were so quick and eager to open yourself up to anyone that lent an ear; you sounded genuine and the most grounded human he's met. money and the thrill of your jobs never changed your spark. for some reason, you reminded him of some light at the end of the tunnel that refused to go out, no matter how hard night city tried to diminish it.
maybe that's why that scene played out in his head when he was staring down the barrel of smasher's gun. he could only hear your voice, your smile, and feel your skin on his instead of the rubble under his broken limbs. in his cyberpsycho'd out mind, he can see you hovering over smasher's left shoulder. your beauty outshining the depressing end that's greeted david. even in death, david's mind still paints you alive and youthful; like you never even got your brains splattered earlier on in the night. smasher was unforgiving with your body when you pathetically failed to snuff out the devil incarnate. your viscera still made his hand shine under the full moon; brains and bone fragments were embedded in his large palm. a wingless bird fighting a losing battle, your frail body was splayed out like a dead dove on the cold ground behind the large behemoth.
but now his hallucinations of you were whole, reaching out for him. promising him the freedom you so talked about with him and letting him in on your dreams to finally be happy. he couldn't go through with his own goal of helping you out of here, hoping that you would take him with you and let him live with you forever somewhere in a quaint little countryside. just you and him, and the birdsong over your heads when you two could finally kiss just like david always dreamed of.
his last breath hurts, the static and screams in his head grow louder, but he's comforted by the fact that you're going to be the last thing on his mind.
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