Restorational Bonds
Chapter Four: Island Adventures
Disclaimer: I don't own Devil May Cry or any of its characters. The only thing I own is this story idea aka the plot to the story.
Author's Note: It's chapter four! We are beginning to move on with the story, apologies for the filler last chapter but I had nothing to go off of. I hope it was at least worthy of reading. Let's see how the night ended, ne?
Chapter Four
"Is it even necessary for you all to be here? After all, this is a simple hunters meeting. We're going to do some briefing on where we are going and discuss possible opponents. Comparing notes and what not. So everyone else should just go to bed," Dante stated as calmly as he could. He was starting to lose his temper more and more so trying to restrain and suppress his demonic rage was difficult.
"How about you leave them alone?" Nero snapped.
"How about you shut the fuck up? I am trying to get this shit over and done with so I can crash; not stay up bickering with a post-pubescent jackass that thinks he some hot shit," Dante spat bitterly and rudely.
"Damn," Lady whistled.
"Let's just save this for the morning," Trish said calmly. She was currently sitting in between Nero and Dante praying that one of them would be the more mature person and drop the hostilities. Vergil was sitting to the left of Dante observing in absolute silence with Morrison to his left. Lucia sat next to Morrison and was polishing her blades. Matier was next to her doing what seemed like meditation and Lady was next to Lucia, her hand reaching for the holster. Kyrie was next to Nero trying to calm him down.
"No," Dante shouted. "We get this shit done tonight. I am not starting off the day with this bullshit. No way in all thirteen circles of the Underworld. You got it?"
It was at this point that Vergil rose from his seat and headed to the door. "I'm going up to the deck to get some air. It's way to stuffy in here and it is more than obvious that there is no work that will get done tonight. Dante, bed now. Anymore time around them without a way to vent is going to result in a rampaging devil trigger that will not end until someone is dead. To be honest, none of these people will be able to stop it." With that, he left the room, every single person turning paler by the moment. Not seeing anyone moving after his brother's warning, Dante had had enough of their shenanigans, "Get the hell out!" With that he stormed off to bed, not bothering to see if they had left the room.
The Next Morning…
The boat had arrived at the island first thing. The group was immediately greeted by Viayana, a young maiden who was in priestess training, the island's guardian from the outside world. Kind of like immigration or customs.
"Damn, this place sure is exotic," Dante stated as he eyed Viayana.
Viayana stood about five foot ten with long caramel legs. Her arms were adorned with various bangles and a tattoo that looked like Sparda on her right bicep. She wore a brown tank top that revealed her belly button and black short shorts made out of leather. She had an hourglass figure with ankle-high black heel boots. Her long black hair was held in place by a single butterfly comb. She had golden earrings and held a spear in her hand with a gun holster on her hip. Her green eyes focused on the group before her.
"Enough Dante," Matier stated firmly. "She is a priestess and if you touch her then you will have to marry her. Outsider or not."
"I'm just looking grandma so keep your abbot on," Dante replied bitterly.
Naturally he was still in a foul mood due to all the events from the night before. They never got any work done and Nero had annoyed him this morning by throwing water on him in order to get up. It didn't help any bit that Trish and Lady laughed at him and warned him not to touch a hair on the brat's head. The mission to recover his older brother's power was getting more and more annoying as they went along. The question that remained was if the mission's goal was worth all the mental abuse he was forced to take.
"Everyone needs to take a deep breath and take twelve steps away from Dante. Now and do not ask me any questions," Vergil stated calmly and quiet enough for them all to hear. They all looked at the older twin but did as he was telling them to do. Vergil took a deep breath and stepped towards his twin.
"How many of them are there?" he asked his brother.
"Quite a bit I'm afraid," Dante responded coolly. "My guess is that someone down there knows you're alive and is now on the hunt to stop you from getting your powers back. Sorry to say that they don't stand a chance against me but they can easily kill everyone else here. Even the hunters. I think it's a dicey gamble we have here." Vergil nodded in agreement. "Perhaps we should separate now and head for the city?"
"Best bet. I don't need to have anyone stay behind so make sure they don't. Got it?" Dante looked over his shoulder to his twin, making sure the older understood the instructions. Vergil nodded slightly and backed away from Dante, and turned to everyone else. "Let's go to the city. Viayana if you could lead the way." He motioned his hand to tell her that he was ready to go.
With everyone now out of the immediate vicinity, he pulled Ebony and Ivory out of their holsters and aimed into the bushes on both sides of him.
"Come out the nice way or I'm definitely firing on you now," he stated with an edge in his voice. Dante chose to wait a full minute to see if he got any response but when he got none, he shrugged his shoulders and open fired on the brush. He emptied both clips before stopping to do a quick reload. He looked at both brushes which were now exposed only to see no one or nothing there. Dante walked up to the bushes to his right to see footprints going in the same direction his brother and company went in.
"Fuck!" Dante cursed as he made his way to the city as fast as he could.
Whew, sorry it's so short but there was little to no inspiration going for this story at the moment. I'll try to be more diligent with the chapters in the future. Please review.