My Teenage Fantasy
My Teenage Fantasy
Disclaimer: I don’t own DMC and Aladdin. I don’t own anything but the OC in this fic.
I also don’t own a lot of elements in the story; I guess you’ll know which if you read them.
Summary: A girl falls wildly in love with Dante. Yeah! She loves him so much that she decides to leave her home and go to the DMC world. DANTExOC.
A/N: The OC/girl’s whole name is Marianne Suez. She’s in high school and she’s crazy about Dante; her ultimate dream is not to gain scholarship in Yale University to major in modern languages, but to be with Dante forever and ever (even if it means living in torrid Somalia sans victuals for 100 million years) and to keep other girls’ hands off him.
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Chapter 1: Marianne Goes to India
Love comes all too suddenly—Corny 80s love song by a defunct, forgotten boy band.
Marianne’s POV
I curse the day when I fell for that bullcrap. Of course love doesn’t come suddenly; it is subtle, slow, and unexpected. Love is rather like a slow death; that’s what my CSL teacher has taught the class. I believed her because she majored in Philosophy in the most prestigious University in this country and everything she says is true and reasonable and clear and makes sense, unlike what I’m saying here. I confess that I’ve been watching too much of Asian TV series that my mind’s been poisoned by so many ethically incorrect stuff about love life. But I don’t think it can be helped because your only choice of TV amusement was Asian love series or animes and I pretty much can’t do anything but to watch them too. So I watch them always and that’s when people around me started noticing that I took so much time daydreaming. I don’t really hate the feeling of delusion, in fact I love it because that’s the only way by which I can execute so much freedom. But I do hate it when something comes after that. Like what happened last Wednesday in my English class. I was there, stuck fast at seat 3 row 2 (look how well I remember it). After some minutes drained in, the whole goddamn classroom warped! I just read the 12 volumes of A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket so the first person who came into my mind was the book’s villain, Count Olaf. I thought that the count might be playing filthy tricks on us Earth people but when I studied the weird atmosphere around me, I noticed that there was nothing so a-series-of-unfortunate-events about it.
But there was, however, something so Devil May Cry about it. I thought of Capcom but immediately forgot about it when I saw a familiar ancient castle in near ruins. It was designed with the same old elements; low fences, un-cemented ground, and the typical gigantic clock on the center tower. I recognized the place the same moment I learned that my dream came true! I was smack in the middle of DMC world and yes, I was in the same bloody world with my Dante!!! Be prepared Dante, I’m going to rap—I mean---find
you. I thought. Ehem.
I thought that the scene was cute; but you know, its cuteness was far from being the point. Whenever I watch anime with scenes like this, the first thing the warped person does is to panic. So apparently, I would have to panic because it’s cute to panic because you know, typical OC's are not at all cool and swaggering when they enter an unknown fantastic world for the first time. Actually, they are always meek because the authors want them to be so because demureness is cute and cool and it rocks so hard it rocks everybody’s world till he’s bloody stoned and yeah. Anyway, I began my labor and tried to panic. After several breathe ins and breathe outs, nothing really happened to my nerves.
Maybe these bloody vessels were trying to tell me that it’s bad to panic because panic strains them and sometimes snaps them. It was bad for their blood, more like. So I decided to do what a normal girl would do; relax. OC's can be shy and relaxed at the same time so I thought I would still pass to be one if I relaxed and shied myself.
After relaxing, which I did pretty well by the way, I decided to take the next step of the ingenious operation; to ‘search for help’, i.e., to find a battle field. If that doesn’t conjure to mind Dante and his sexy moves, then go to hell. You know, I’m not really sure why I had to find the battle field ‘for help’ but that’s the same thing OC's do when they enter a fictional world for the first time. But my attempt was a little different from that of the OC's’ because they seem to always come by the said place by accident. Sometimes it’s because they’re being chased by perverts but since there were no perverts to chase me all the way to there, I decided to go there myself. This also goes to say that no heroic performance like Dante-saves-me-from-the-pervs would take place. I think it’s rather too different from the real world because there, no matter how beautiful one looks, no pervert would dare chase her around. Nonetheless, I think it’s a goddamn good idea to go to a very danger-ridden place, am I right?
I found an open space amidst the palace grounds (how lucky) and lo! There were the DMC demons glaring red at me! Whew, they must’ve really wanted to turn me into a damsel in distress so that Dante would come to my rescue!
Whack!
The next thing I knew was that I was still on seat 3 row 2, and that my forehead was strangely swelling. I hung my head and saw something weird on the floor; a moccasin. That shoe was worn by Mr. Tanaka a little earlier but why was it there? My forehead was murderously painful and…I think it’s pretty obvious why.
‘You were dreaming, Ms. Suez. You were muttering Dante-Dante all the time; what’s up with the name anyway?’
‘Nothing, sir.’
‘Nothing my bum. Hand me my shoe, girl.’ He glared at me and the creases on his facial skin were being more visible. ‘Did I hurt you much?’
‘No, sir.’
It was just a dream. Fuck.
I went home feeling dreary. It was boring in this world without fictional figures, live 3D people, I mean. It’s been a month since my fairy godmother went on a vacation to Majorca and I couldn’t describe how alone I felt without anyone granting my wishes. It sucked right out, sucked to the last degree. I went to a shrink to see how bad my depression had been and learned that it was that bad. I told him that my fairy godmother was away and that I couldn’t have my wishes come true that’s why I was apoplectic with this kind of acute loneliness.
‘Too bad for you, Ms. Suez.’ He told me sympathetically. ‘I understand the forlornness. Uhm, why don’t you try taking a trip to the Indian desert; maybe you can find something there.’
‘Like what, sir?’
‘The magical lamp of Aladdin, of course! Don’t you know? It grants wishes. You said that your godmother won’t be back till next month and you can’t stand another month without wishes, then there’s the journey open before you; search for the ancient genie and make your wishes come true!’ he said hysterically.
‘There IS a way after all. Thank you, sir!’
‘That’s okay, Ms. Suez. That’ll be $230.’
I left with many hearty thanks. The first thing I did was to surf the net to find info about the magical lamp. I printed out the map that the 40 thieves used and read a lot of histories about it. The spot was located at the base of the Calcutta desert and was uninhabited for the last 2000 years. Ancient residents often died of sandstorms and collapsing dunes. It had a pretty bad rep for tourists that no one really cared if the lamp existed; people were afraid of the place. I readied my stuff for the trip and got a plane ticket to Calcutta the next day. My parents in this story are nonexistent because I realized that if they were here, they wouldn’t let me go on with that trip and of course my life would definitely suck and be embittered after that. And besides, OC stories don’t really include parents to get in the way. Am I right or am I correct?
It was the first time I took a trip to India and to tell the truth, I wasn’t that excited. I used to watch a lot about that country in National Geographic Channel and the portion I saw was nothing so nice. It was about the shark attacks on the country rivers and I was chilled of the thought…sharks in fresh waters could be damn scary. Anyway, the flight lasted 7 hours and it was a straight one too. I alighted on the airport in the morning and was again depressed that no one was going to welcome me. I freaking hate that feeling, you know; it seemed like nobody ever wanted me. Anyway, I hailed a cab first thing, showed the driver the map, and asked him to take me to that desert; specifically to the Mystical Cave of Treasures. The driver didn’t complain or refuse because if he did, the OCness of this tale wouldn’t be complete. I should really be making a point to make everything easy for me so I could be like any other OC. By the way, I was thrilled to learn that there were no rivers in the desert which meant that there were no sharks. I paid the cab driver $90.
I entered the cave which was carved very beautifully into a giant head of a lion. It practically had no difference with the one in Disney’s Aladdin. But there was a challenge; the Lion’s mouth, that is, the door, was closed.
‘Open sesame.’
The lion noisily gaped its mouth to reveal stalactite-like jaws. It wasn’t a challenge; I was just kidding.
I was in a trance and a little too scared to enter. Then I thought of the lamp and the genie and my wishes and the labors I went through for this quest. I’ll get it, I settled and entered the cave alone. I also had with me the map inside the cave to guide me. The lamp was in the heart of the place and it took a bloody bad time to get there. I was wary not to touch any treasure while getting there because the place would fall into shambles if I touched any, so said the internet. I finally saw the lamp, grabbed it, and rubbed it. The genie puffed out and he was nothing like the genie in Aladdin. He was ghostly and nefarious looking, like the Merchant of Venice.
‘What is your wish?’ Said his majestic, awfully frightening voice. He was ghastly white, transparent and wearing a stupid Indian turban.
‘My wish is…I want to be transported to the DMC world!’
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The next thing I knew was I was in front of a White Hall. I called the genie to make another wish.
‘What is your 2nd wish?’
‘Make me a princess in disguise.’
‘Your wish is my command.’
I was a princess in disguise the next moment.
‘Any other wish, madame?’
‘Make me the most beautiful girl in the world.’
‘Your wish is my command.’
I looked at the mirror and discovered that I was even more beautiful than the young Sofia Loren. I had purple hair, blue-gray-violet-green eyes, and supple flesh skin.
‘Another wish, your highness?’
‘Err, make me the most talented girl in the world.’
‘Your wish is my command.’
And I became the most talented girl ever.
‘Yes, Madame?’
‘I wish that both Sparda’s boys will fall in love with me—no, not merely in love; I want them to be insanely in love with me.’
‘I hate to break it, lady dear, but that’s against the law.’
‘Uh, that sucks…Aha! Then I wish that that law were broken.’
‘Huh?’
‘You heard me, genie. Sweet is my triumph! Hahaha.’
(wipes forehead) ‘Sure thing. So does the love wish come after that, lady?’
‘Yes, definitely!’
‘Oh well…Anything more, Lady?’
‘Make me a Mary Sue, genie.’
‘You already are, my fair lady.’
‘Oh. Then, I wish I were a family friend of Dante’s.’
‘Very well; your wish is my command.’
And I landed on DMC soil.
TBC
A/N: Stand by for the next chapter when Marianne meets Dante, this time it’s for real!
.
Disclaimer: I don’t own DMC and Aladdin. I don’t own anything but the OC in this fic.
I also don’t own a lot of elements in the story; I guess you’ll know which if you read them.
Summary: A girl falls wildly in love with Dante. Yeah! She loves him so much that she decides to leave her home and go to the DMC world. DANTExOC.
A/N: The OC/girl’s whole name is Marianne Suez. She’s in high school and she’s crazy about Dante; her ultimate dream is not to gain scholarship in Yale University to major in modern languages, but to be with Dante forever and ever (even if it means living in torrid Somalia sans victuals for 100 million years) and to keep other girls’ hands off him.
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Chapter 1: Marianne Goes to India
Love comes all too suddenly—Corny 80s love song by a defunct, forgotten boy band.
Marianne’s POV
I curse the day when I fell for that bullcrap. Of course love doesn’t come suddenly; it is subtle, slow, and unexpected. Love is rather like a slow death; that’s what my CSL teacher has taught the class. I believed her because she majored in Philosophy in the most prestigious University in this country and everything she says is true and reasonable and clear and makes sense, unlike what I’m saying here. I confess that I’ve been watching too much of Asian TV series that my mind’s been poisoned by so many ethically incorrect stuff about love life. But I don’t think it can be helped because your only choice of TV amusement was Asian love series or animes and I pretty much can’t do anything but to watch them too. So I watch them always and that’s when people around me started noticing that I took so much time daydreaming. I don’t really hate the feeling of delusion, in fact I love it because that’s the only way by which I can execute so much freedom. But I do hate it when something comes after that. Like what happened last Wednesday in my English class. I was there, stuck fast at seat 3 row 2 (look how well I remember it). After some minutes drained in, the whole goddamn classroom warped! I just read the 12 volumes of A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket so the first person who came into my mind was the book’s villain, Count Olaf. I thought that the count might be playing filthy tricks on us Earth people but when I studied the weird atmosphere around me, I noticed that there was nothing so a-series-of-unfortunate-events about it.
But there was, however, something so Devil May Cry about it. I thought of Capcom but immediately forgot about it when I saw a familiar ancient castle in near ruins. It was designed with the same old elements; low fences, un-cemented ground, and the typical gigantic clock on the center tower. I recognized the place the same moment I learned that my dream came true! I was smack in the middle of DMC world and yes, I was in the same bloody world with my Dante!!! Be prepared Dante, I’m going to rap—I mean---find
you. I thought. Ehem.
I thought that the scene was cute; but you know, its cuteness was far from being the point. Whenever I watch anime with scenes like this, the first thing the warped person does is to panic. So apparently, I would have to panic because it’s cute to panic because you know, typical OC's are not at all cool and swaggering when they enter an unknown fantastic world for the first time. Actually, they are always meek because the authors want them to be so because demureness is cute and cool and it rocks so hard it rocks everybody’s world till he’s bloody stoned and yeah. Anyway, I began my labor and tried to panic. After several breathe ins and breathe outs, nothing really happened to my nerves.
Maybe these bloody vessels were trying to tell me that it’s bad to panic because panic strains them and sometimes snaps them. It was bad for their blood, more like. So I decided to do what a normal girl would do; relax. OC's can be shy and relaxed at the same time so I thought I would still pass to be one if I relaxed and shied myself.
After relaxing, which I did pretty well by the way, I decided to take the next step of the ingenious operation; to ‘search for help’, i.e., to find a battle field. If that doesn’t conjure to mind Dante and his sexy moves, then go to hell. You know, I’m not really sure why I had to find the battle field ‘for help’ but that’s the same thing OC's do when they enter a fictional world for the first time. But my attempt was a little different from that of the OC's’ because they seem to always come by the said place by accident. Sometimes it’s because they’re being chased by perverts but since there were no perverts to chase me all the way to there, I decided to go there myself. This also goes to say that no heroic performance like Dante-saves-me-from-the-pervs would take place. I think it’s rather too different from the real world because there, no matter how beautiful one looks, no pervert would dare chase her around. Nonetheless, I think it’s a goddamn good idea to go to a very danger-ridden place, am I right?
I found an open space amidst the palace grounds (how lucky) and lo! There were the DMC demons glaring red at me! Whew, they must’ve really wanted to turn me into a damsel in distress so that Dante would come to my rescue!
Whack!
The next thing I knew was that I was still on seat 3 row 2, and that my forehead was strangely swelling. I hung my head and saw something weird on the floor; a moccasin. That shoe was worn by Mr. Tanaka a little earlier but why was it there? My forehead was murderously painful and…I think it’s pretty obvious why.
‘You were dreaming, Ms. Suez. You were muttering Dante-Dante all the time; what’s up with the name anyway?’
‘Nothing, sir.’
‘Nothing my bum. Hand me my shoe, girl.’ He glared at me and the creases on his facial skin were being more visible. ‘Did I hurt you much?’
‘No, sir.’
It was just a dream. Fuck.
I went home feeling dreary. It was boring in this world without fictional figures, live 3D people, I mean. It’s been a month since my fairy godmother went on a vacation to Majorca and I couldn’t describe how alone I felt without anyone granting my wishes. It sucked right out, sucked to the last degree. I went to a shrink to see how bad my depression had been and learned that it was that bad. I told him that my fairy godmother was away and that I couldn’t have my wishes come true that’s why I was apoplectic with this kind of acute loneliness.
‘Too bad for you, Ms. Suez.’ He told me sympathetically. ‘I understand the forlornness. Uhm, why don’t you try taking a trip to the Indian desert; maybe you can find something there.’
‘Like what, sir?’
‘The magical lamp of Aladdin, of course! Don’t you know? It grants wishes. You said that your godmother won’t be back till next month and you can’t stand another month without wishes, then there’s the journey open before you; search for the ancient genie and make your wishes come true!’ he said hysterically.
‘There IS a way after all. Thank you, sir!’
‘That’s okay, Ms. Suez. That’ll be $230.’
I left with many hearty thanks. The first thing I did was to surf the net to find info about the magical lamp. I printed out the map that the 40 thieves used and read a lot of histories about it. The spot was located at the base of the Calcutta desert and was uninhabited for the last 2000 years. Ancient residents often died of sandstorms and collapsing dunes. It had a pretty bad rep for tourists that no one really cared if the lamp existed; people were afraid of the place. I readied my stuff for the trip and got a plane ticket to Calcutta the next day. My parents in this story are nonexistent because I realized that if they were here, they wouldn’t let me go on with that trip and of course my life would definitely suck and be embittered after that. And besides, OC stories don’t really include parents to get in the way. Am I right or am I correct?
It was the first time I took a trip to India and to tell the truth, I wasn’t that excited. I used to watch a lot about that country in National Geographic Channel and the portion I saw was nothing so nice. It was about the shark attacks on the country rivers and I was chilled of the thought…sharks in fresh waters could be damn scary. Anyway, the flight lasted 7 hours and it was a straight one too. I alighted on the airport in the morning and was again depressed that no one was going to welcome me. I freaking hate that feeling, you know; it seemed like nobody ever wanted me. Anyway, I hailed a cab first thing, showed the driver the map, and asked him to take me to that desert; specifically to the Mystical Cave of Treasures. The driver didn’t complain or refuse because if he did, the OCness of this tale wouldn’t be complete. I should really be making a point to make everything easy for me so I could be like any other OC. By the way, I was thrilled to learn that there were no rivers in the desert which meant that there were no sharks. I paid the cab driver $90.
I entered the cave which was carved very beautifully into a giant head of a lion. It practically had no difference with the one in Disney’s Aladdin. But there was a challenge; the Lion’s mouth, that is, the door, was closed.
‘Open sesame.’
The lion noisily gaped its mouth to reveal stalactite-like jaws. It wasn’t a challenge; I was just kidding.
I was in a trance and a little too scared to enter. Then I thought of the lamp and the genie and my wishes and the labors I went through for this quest. I’ll get it, I settled and entered the cave alone. I also had with me the map inside the cave to guide me. The lamp was in the heart of the place and it took a bloody bad time to get there. I was wary not to touch any treasure while getting there because the place would fall into shambles if I touched any, so said the internet. I finally saw the lamp, grabbed it, and rubbed it. The genie puffed out and he was nothing like the genie in Aladdin. He was ghostly and nefarious looking, like the Merchant of Venice.
‘What is your wish?’ Said his majestic, awfully frightening voice. He was ghastly white, transparent and wearing a stupid Indian turban.
‘My wish is…I want to be transported to the DMC world!’
-------------------------------------------------
The next thing I knew was I was in front of a White Hall. I called the genie to make another wish.
‘What is your 2nd wish?’
‘Make me a princess in disguise.’
‘Your wish is my command.’
I was a princess in disguise the next moment.
‘Any other wish, madame?’
‘Make me the most beautiful girl in the world.’
‘Your wish is my command.’
I looked at the mirror and discovered that I was even more beautiful than the young Sofia Loren. I had purple hair, blue-gray-violet-green eyes, and supple flesh skin.
‘Another wish, your highness?’
‘Err, make me the most talented girl in the world.’
‘Your wish is my command.’
And I became the most talented girl ever.
‘Yes, Madame?’
‘I wish that both Sparda’s boys will fall in love with me—no, not merely in love; I want them to be insanely in love with me.’
‘I hate to break it, lady dear, but that’s against the law.’
‘Uh, that sucks…Aha! Then I wish that that law were broken.’
‘Huh?’
‘You heard me, genie. Sweet is my triumph! Hahaha.’
(wipes forehead) ‘Sure thing. So does the love wish come after that, lady?’
‘Yes, definitely!’
‘Oh well…Anything more, Lady?’
‘Make me a Mary Sue, genie.’
‘You already are, my fair lady.’
‘Oh. Then, I wish I were a family friend of Dante’s.’
‘Very well; your wish is my command.’
And I landed on DMC soil.
TBC
A/N: Stand by for the next chapter when Marianne meets Dante, this time it’s for real!
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