Broken
The ride home went in a blur, and not just because of the speed he was going at on the bike. The hunter stood next to the bike looking up at the neon sign of Devil May Cry, he had finished the mission Trish had given him already, a minor scarecrow problem, and this was the first time he had been home.
He sighed and stormed in through the heavy wooden doors slamming them behind him, he then put Rebellion on its place on the wall and Ebony and Ivory on the desk. He walked straight to the fridge, deciding to drown his sorrows in beer. 'Why the hell not'
He took one from the refrigerator and downed a bottle, soon picking up another and downing that one too. That was when he noticed half a bottle of Jack in the salad drawer, unscrewing the cap of the glass bottle he took it back into the main office with him drinking deeply.
Dante just stood that and inhaled deeply, what was that smell? He could smell the kid on his coat. He heavily put the bottle on the desk and ripped the coat off his arms and back, throwing it across the room with force. "DAMN YOU!!!"
Picking the bottle back up he went to sit on the sofa with his head in his hands. The hunter was breathing deeply, rage building quickly inside him. Finishing the rest of the dark liquid, already feeling the effects of the alcohol he stood up quickly over turning the table in front of him with his hands in rage.
"Dante?"
The hunter turned around to a partially opened door.
"Are you okay?" Trish said, worry in her voice, she came in the rest of the way and closed the door behind her.
Dante didn't say anything; he just sat back down and stared off into space. He felt numb.
She walked over and saw the upturned table, it had a crack in the middle of the wood and a bottle of Jack was smashed in front of it. "I…"
She couldn't finish her sentence, as Dante had made his way over to the concrete stairs, walking up them two at a time and slamming the door to his bedroom. He sat on his side of the bed and just sat there, something had broken inside of him.
***
Trish watched the man go, something was wrong she could feel it, well it was obvious something was wrong, but she could feel something was seriously wrong. Following the path Dante had taken, she knocked on the door twice receiving no answer. She waited a little and turned the handle on the door; she poked her head in and saw Dante sat with his naked back to her.
She didn't say anything and sat next to him on the bed. He had his elbows on his knees and hands clasped in front of his mouth.
"Dante…What happened?"
He shook his head, eyes closed.
Trish put her hand on his still clothed leg trying to usher an answer from him. Her heart almost broke at what Dante did next, it wasn't his words, and he turned his head towards her and opened his eyes and shook his head again. His eyes were slightly red, not because of the devil within him, but because of the emotion. He had begun to get tears in his eyes.
The blonde woman put a hand on his head and pulled him towards her chest, stroking his hair. He never made a move or a sound, but she felt a few wet patches on her exposed chest. Dante never cried. She had never seen him cry, Lady had even barely, and only on the assumption he had been that one time. Her heart broke for him, she wasn't sure what happened, but clearly it was something close to him.
"The kid."
Trish looked shocked but only for a moment; she had always known there was something between them two boys, she could defiantly see it. Her guess was that Nero hadn't come back with him as he had wanted.
"You love him." It was a statement, she didn't need confirmation, she knew it already and Nero hadn't reciprocated that love.
She stroked his head one last time before laying him down, and pulling a blanket over him. She left him hoping he would go to sleep; maybe there was something she could do to salvage this mess. She didn't like it, one bit, it was horrible.
***
Dante woke up after a couple of hours of restless sleeping, if you could call it that. He got up without aim and made his way to the bathroom. A few minutes later he emerged, fully dressed. Walking down the stairs he saw Trish sat at his desk, she was on the phone, receiver pressed to her ear, and she looked over at him briefly, and swiftly ended the call, putting the phone back to its intended resting place.
"How are you feeling Dante?" She gave a small smile
She looked guilty as sin, Dante narrowed his eyes but let it slip. He just shrugged and walked into the kitchen in search for more alcohol, he found some in the form of one more beer in the back of the fridge. He drank it and threw it in the empty sink; walking back out Trish was looking at him with worried eyes. He flicked his head to the side, motioning her to get out of his chair; she took the hint and moved to sit on the edge of the mahogany desk.
He looked at the pad of paper next to the phone reading a mission for him to do today. Mouth set in a straight line; he picked up Ebony and Ivory from where he left them on the desk the night before, and started dismantling them, pulling a cloth from the left hand side top drawer.
Trish watched him do this on auto-pilot. This wasn't like him; if this was a normal run of the mill situation he would have shrugged it off and have been knee deep in pizza boxes by now.
"Maybe you should call him."
He shot her a very stern glare, she gasped slightly at the look in his eyes, it looked deadly, murderous even, and if looks could kill, she would be one dead demon.
He carried on cleaning his twin guns until they were as clean as a whistle. He picked Rebellion up from the wall ready for his mission, he looked at his coat, which Trish had probably picked up and put on the coat stand, he eyed it but left it, he decided to stick Ebony and Ivory into the back of his pants and carry Rebellion by his side. Dante walked out the front doors without a word or a backwards glance. Trish never heard the bike roar to life, she got up and walked over to the big bay window next to the door and saw him walking down the street, Rebellion resting on his right shoulder. The blonde woman sighed, and then she walked over to the phone to finish her recent telephone conversation.
***
Dante had finished the mission quicker than he had liked to, he wanted to get hurt at least, but no, nothing. Consulting with the old woman that had called him in the first place to take care of the problem, had handed over his money; he was now on his way home. It was quite a walk away, but he didn't count the minutes or hours, they were all the same, blending into one another which he used to call a day.
He passed a liquor shop and he decided to put the money he had just earned into effect before that bitch Lady had a chance to take it from him. Walking into the old musty shop he picked up 5 bottles of Jack, and taking them over to pay for them.
"Sir you cannot buy this many at one time, could you put one back please."
Dante hung his head and sighed, pulling Ebony from his back and pressing it again the balding mans head, he lifted his head to look into the shop owners' eyes. He shook his head slowly keeping eye contact.
The man looked terrified, but Dante dropped his gun to the counter and put the bottles in the bag himself and dropped some bills on the counter. Dragging Ebony from the counter he walked towards the door but not before turning back to the elder man and shooting at the wall next to his head. It missed his skull by a fraction. The owner dropped the phone back into his cradle and nodded his head in acknowledgment, and decided not to ring the police after all.
The hunter made his way back to the office, one bottle of Jack already open and to his lips.
When he walked through the double doors leading to his office, Trish was sat on his chair behind the desk and Lady was sat on the end of the desk, her arms crossed. Both women looked up when the hunter walked through the door. Lady shook her head at the bottle in his hand.
Trish was looking guilty again, Dante took no notice as he put all his weapons in their rightful places and plonked himself in front of the television, propping his feet on the now righted but still broken table. Flicking through the channels he stopped on some gory horror movie. He smirked before he carried on drinking himself to death.
The two women looked at each other, Lady looking slightly concerned for once and Trish giving her an 'I told you so' look.
Lady saw something land on the desk besides her. It was a roll of bills, she looked over at Dante but it looked like he hadn't moved a muscle, she pocketed the bills anyway.
A few hours rolled by, an empty bottle on the floor by the sofa and Dante's mood was darkening at a gradual pace, onto the next gory horror movie of the night. Trish had taken a few calls and Lady was on the last one right now, she was due back any minute. The blonde haired woman had wisely kept quiet throughout the hours, only speaking when necessary, to answer the phone and order some Pizza. The box had arrived, she left it next to Dante on the empty seat after taking a slice for herself, and he hadn't even made a move to touch it.
The door creaked open and Lady walked through adjusting Kalina-Ann on her back.
"Well that was pointless, three hellhounds" She shook her head at the crappy job but held up a roll of money, handing a few to Trish before pocketing them again. The brunette looked over at Dante and whispered to Trish "He hasn't moved?" Trish just shook her head, saddened slightly. Lady shrugged and walked into the kitchen. Trish sighed and thought to herself 'I hope this works.'
Another forty-five minutes went by; Lady sat on the floor cleaning her Bayonet thoroughly, Trish dozing in Dante's chair. The hunter was still sat in the same place.
A knock came from the door; Dante's ears pricked up slightly but didn't move, the two women looked at the door, then Dante, then at each other.
The blonde woman decided to answer; Dante smelled something out of the ordinary and turned his head around. As she opened the door a figure stood there in a blue trench coat.
The teen looked embarrassed as he looked over at Dante. "Hey…."
Oooooo what now =D
I know this chapter is shorter than the rest, i wanted you all to see how broken up Dante was.
Anyway, until next time. ;)
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and thanks for the roses SirenaLoreley, im glad you liked the last chapter.
