The glass clinked on the countertop, the ice rattling in the empty glass. For months, this had been his daily routine. Wake up, wait for a call, any ringing to come from his phone, and when none did, he left. The bar was always more lively anyway. Sure, he didn't like people, but it was better than being alone.
With a yawn and a stretch, he stood. Might as well go back home. There was nothing to do around here anyway.
However, home was as depressing as the bar. He flopped on his couch, stretching out, shaking out his white locks. Honestly, it was so boring to sit around doing nothing.
He grabbed for the remote from the floor by his head and flipped on the TV. His blue eyes glazed over for a moment as he watched the box. Then, he started clicking through the channels. Nothing.
There was a groan.
"Nothing at all, huh? That's…. annoying."
He shifted, sitting up. Boots clacked on the hardwood floor, a blue coat swishing as he got up and went to the phone.
He held the device in his hand a few moments before giving a bark of laughter, "What am I thinking? Like I want to deal with him! I must need something to do."
He put the phone back in the cradle and hummed softly in thought. What could he do?
Like calling that cocky bastard was an option. What would he say anyway? There was no excuse to call other than he was bored. And like hell he'd admit it to that kid.
He gave another groan and moved into the bedroom. Oh well. Might as well nap.
"Nero!"
Oh. Huh. It was his voice. Well, that's what he got for thinking about him before napping. Now the blasted punk was haunting his dreams.
"Nero!"
The man snuggled into the pillow. Maybe it would just go away.
"NERO!" A door slammed open and footsteps were heard running in.
"How annoying," he grumbled, pushing his body up to be supported by his elbows. His bedroom door slammed open and a kid stood there, breathing heavily.
What he wore was different from his usual attire. A long red coat covered his lithe body al the same, but there was a strap over his chest, holding his holsters to his back, and baggy pants tucked into what looked like combat boots. His shaggy white hair was in his face, but his blue eyes were still peering out at the man in bed.
"… You…? What are you doing here?" the man in bed demanded. The boy ran a hand over his forehead. Hard to believe this was the same guy who bested him without breaking a sweat.
"I need your help," the boy said breathless.
"I can see that. What happened to you?" the man asked, now rising from bed. He hadn't bothered to change, still wearing his denim jeans. The boy didn't respond and he sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I can't help if you don't tell me what happened," he reminded. The boy looked away uncomfortably. The man pinched the bridge of his nose, groaning, "Fine. Let me ask this. What has your stupidity done to you, Dante?"
To tell you the truth, I'm not so sure where I'm going with this *laughs* Reviews and ideas are welcomed :3