"Boom! Headshot!" Kou laughed as nero groweld in frustration. Damn it! He could kick demons asses so easily, but he couldn't win a single game against his friend! He was about ready to give up when a piece of chocolate cake was set on the table infront of him. "Thanks, Candy!" The red-headed girl smiled, "No problem."
It was Trish's birthday and they were having a little get together. Nothing big, just close friends hanging out together. They got the blond demon hunter a few gifts, Candy made her a cake. It was fun. Everyone laughed as Dante missed his trick shot at the pool table. Lady finished off her beer before taking her shot, sinking the desired balls with ease and winning the bet she'd made with the older hunter.
Gatto watched silently from the doorway as everyone enjoyed themselves. Trish, the birthday girl wore her usual black leather outfit. Corset and low-ride pants. Her blond hair left down to hang to her lower back, blue eyes sparkling in joy as she joked with Lady, a small woman with a big attitude. Her black hair was cropped short, messy. A scar ran across the bridge of her nose, drawing attention to her mis-matched eyes, her small white suit drawing attention to her large beasts and long, muscular legs.
Nero was Dante's nephew. Looked just like the older hunter when he was the same age, only seventeen. His white hair was cut simalarly, but his eyes were a slightly darker blue and his skin a bit lighter. His right arm, his Devil Bringer, was stuck in it's demon form, tough, dark red plates of armor-like skin breaking away in places to show softer, dark blue skin. A thin, jagged line of near translucent, light blue starting at his elbow, branching off a few times between the red plates up his forearm and across his palm and fingers. It actually glowed when a hostile demon was around or when the kid got too emotional.
Kou was like Lady, just a normal human with a higher skill set and a tendancy to hang out with demons. His skin was a little more tanned than Ladies' and he had a habbit of going without a shirt. Not a problem, really. He had a nice body and some bad ass tatoos to show off. Nothing over the top, just some simple tribal designs across his chest, back and 3/4 of his arms. Smaller designs on his neck and across his forehead. Without the tatoos, he'd be pretty plain looking. Almost shoulder length dark brown hair, almost black and big, kind brown eyes.
Candy was the first to notice Gatto standing there and brought over a piece of cake with a big smile. This, in turn caught Nero and Kou's attention, "HEY! Gatto!" "Gatto! You made it!" Great, now everyone was looking at him. Fun. Gatto and Candy were twins, same height, same skin, same hair. Candy had hazle green eyes where as Gatto's were a pure, bright green. No one knew if they were mixed twins or not, so they just called Gatto a 'he' to make things easier. Candy was the only one who knew for sure, but refused to tell. He hated people looking at him and kept his face covered most of the time, wearing baggy cloths to hide his body and make it impossible to tell his true gender. All anyone knew for sure was that he wasn't interested in girls. Never had been and never will be.
Kou forgot about his cake the moment the door opend again. He jumped up and ran over, sweeping a small blond girl into his arms and swinging her around happily, "Dominique! So glad you guys could come!" She giggled at his antics. "Kou! You act like you haven't seen me in years! It's only been a few hours, silly!" He laughed, "I know, but I misseded y'all!" Sion rolled his eyes at his friend's childish and purpousful mispronunciation. "Can I have my girlfriend back?"
Kou blinked at the small boy for a moment, then to the girl in his arms and back, "NEVER!" Everyone watched in amusement as the girl was passed around like a rag doll between the guys trying to keep her away from her boyfriend, frustrating him to no end. Sion was a runt and a half but could fight just as well as his buddies, Kou and Volt. His brown hair was a perpetual mess and naturally made itself into a kind of Visual-Ki look, falling into his face to frame stunning blue eyes. He was the same age as Nero, but worked as a bouncer at the bar with Kou and Volt, a testament to his fighting skills. Dominique, his girlfriend was the bar owner's adopted daughter and worked as a waitress there. Her blond hair was in a pixi cut and her blue eyes nearly matched Sion's. Gatto was actually a bit happy when they were around. It meant he and Candy weren't the shortest ones there anymore.
Volt was the only one of the guys not passing the girl around, but he was laughing at the scene as he leaned against the doorframe. The man was huge. By far the biggest one there in both height and muscle mass. His blond hair was croped very short and fliped up at the front. He had a ton of piercings and horns implanted on his forehead. His brown eyes seemed to have a bit of a red tint to them in certian light and he hardly ever smiled. His lether jacket, embelished with spikes toped off the look making any sane person want to keep their distance from him.
The party lasted well into the night, nearly everyone getting wasted except the red-headed twins and Dominique. They were always the sober ones at the parties. Candy because she simply didn't like the idea of not being in control of herself, going purely off of the descriptions from her friends- she never wanted to experiance it herself. Gatto because he had a more dangerous job than even the demon hunters and simply couldn't afford to let his guard down for a moment. Dominique, simply because she didn't like to drink and needed to make sure Volt and Sion got home safely.
The good thing about not being completely human: hang overs aren't so bad. Nero was up helping Candy make breakfast the next morning while Gatto sent out a few texts to his Brothers. Dante had crashed on the pool table, Lady on the couch and Kou on the bathroom floor. He, Trish and the twins were the only ones that had made it to their beds last night.
The smell of bacon woke Dante and he sat up, knocking a few beer cans off the table as he stretched the kinks out of his back and arms. The sound of cans crashing to the floor woke Lady. She groaned in agony as the light pierced her eyelids and she rolled over, burrying her face in the old, soft leather. Kou was the next to be woke up as Dante literally picked him up and tossed him out of the bathroom so he could use it himself.
"Ow! Bastard!.. Fu~uck!" He laughed at himself. One would think working at a bar as long as he had, they'd be able to hold their liquer better.. Granted he was only a bouncer, but still! Mmmm.. Bacon! He was up! His head was killing him, but he was up! Candy and Nero came out shortly after, setting the plates down on the large oak desk for everyone to grab what they wanted and Candy went to wake Trish while Nero sat down with his plate, being careful not to sit on or disturb Lady too much.
Dante had just started chowing down when he noticed a shadow in the window of the front door. "We ain't open yet." He announced as whoever it was decided to come in. It was Fury. He took in the horrid state of the office and its occupants. It looked like a bunch of kids had trashed the place, partying. "So these are the big, bad Demon Hunters?"
Lady finally gave up on sleep and sat up, stealing some of Nero's bacon as she took note of the new guy and where the closest gun was.. On Nero's hip. Shit. Her movement caught his attention and he turned to look at her before noticing something even more interesting. His jaw dropped when he saw Nero's demon arm. "What?" He asked as he tried to hide his arm, not really able to sense he was just wearing a short sleeve t-shirt.
He was about to ask the boy something when a door creaked open above them. He looked up to see two ladies enter the room and make their way down some metal stairs. These people looked normal save for the two with the white hair. Perhaps they were the only 'hunters' and the others were just friends.. He composed himself quickly before turning back to Dante, "I need to know who it is you think is summoning the demons."
"Which ones?" The blond woman asked as she grabbed a plate and piled some bacon on it followed by a few pieces of toast. "The ones that attacked New York last week. Who are you, anyway?" "None of your business." She smiled as she took a bite of her breakfast. Was everyone in this line of work complete asses or was it just this group? He looked back to the older hunter, waiting for an answer.
"Like she said, none of your business. We're handling it and it's best if you and your friends just stay out of our way." Fury took another look around the office, "Yea, you're handling it real good. If that's what you call getting wasted and partying like a bunch of juvinile delinquents." Dante snorted a laugh, "Man, I don't go to your place, criticizing how you run your business, don't come here, criticizing how I run mine! Besides, we're not allowed to celebrate a friends' birthday?"