Chapter Eight:
Peaceful Morning And Goodbye's
Surprisingly five minutes later, Heaven exited her room looking like nothing had happened, she now wore a tan wife beater and a pair of faded blue jeans and her hair was in a long braid.
Heaven had decided to take Denver's advice a try to be nice to Dante, but that was easier said than done, because she hadn't talked to anyone besides Denver and demons before, so she wasn't so sure how this would go, but she had to at least try once.
Just before Heaven stepped I front of Dante's room, the said half-devil stepped out of the room, muttering something about "damn pills", but he immediately stopped when he caught sight of Heaven standing there not two foot away from him.
For a few minutes neither one of them said anything, they weren't sure what to say to one another, after all Heaven hadn't been the nicest person last night and on that thought, Heaven knew that she had to be the one to break the ice that had formed between them, "Good morning, Dante."
Dante was shocked that she had even spoke to him, it seemed like last night she hated him and now she was being polite, but it just didn't make since, until he remembered the argument she had, had with Denver last night, putting on a smile Dante replied, "Yeah, good morning to you too."
Heaven just nodded her head. She didn't know what to say or do after that, but she didn't have to say anything because Dante did, "Hey, do you know where my sword and guns are? I'm going to need them, after I leave."
"Oh, yes the Night Hunter left them here last night and I put them up. Follow me." Heaven motioned for the demon slayer to follow her, back towards her room.
As Dante followed Heaven into her room, he wondered why she had them instead of Denver, but it sort of made since, no one would expect a woman to have his weapons, so this Night Hunter was pretty clever. Just like all of the other rooms, Heaven's was just as posh as the rest, though this one didn't have the same darkness about it, hers was homier and for some reason it felt warmer too, though he didn't have time to think on it, because Heaven had bent down at the side of her bed and blindly reached into the darkness and pulled out both Ebony and Ivory before placing them on her bed before slowly pulling out his other main weapon, the sword Rebellion.
Heaven didn't immediately give the sword back to Dante, she was more interested in gazing over the entire length of blade and looking for its secret, for she was certain that it had one, but when it didn't come to her, she just handed it to the silver haired half-devil after standing up; Dante immediately took and sheathed the blade before taking the guns from Heaven's out-stretched hands, with a light hearted smirk and a quiet "thanks", to which Haven only nodded her head and walked to her doorway and stood, waiting for Dante to follow her.
'You're some kind of strange girl… but I like it.' Dante thought him himself with a smirk, as he followed the blonde haired girl, down towards the kitchen, he was a little hungry and now that the pills had wore off, he felt a lot better and for some reason he felt surprisingly more rejuvenated than ever; it was strange… but he liked it, just as much as he was starting to like hanging around the Jenner Mansion, the place held more secrets than anyone or thing ever could and so did the residents and Dante was curious as to just what kinds of secrets this place held.
"Well, I'm glad that you two finally made it, I was starting to get worried, that maybe you two had killed one another by now, but I guess that I was over reacting, seeing as how you have your weapons now, Dante." Denver spoke with a smile, when the two young demon hunters entered the kitchen, both of them looking a lot better than they had earlier and he was glad to see it.
"Yeah, Heaven gave them to me. So, what's for breakfast? I'm hungry." Dante asked in a rather unusual and cheerful tone, which cause both Denver and Heaven to cock an eyebrow at his strange behavior, but the silver haired enigma just walked over to the table and sat down in the same seat he had last night and started filling up his plate.
Both Denver and heaven just brushed his odd behavior off, before following suite and making themselves breakfast, before Dante ate it all, for his plate was piled with food, though the drugs should have worn off already, but it wasn't the pills, Dante was just really hungry by nature.
Surprisingly breakfast went on without any fights or bitterness, everyone was getting along well, though Heaven was still quiet and didn't speak much, she wasn't as cold or rude to Dante has she had been and Denver and Dante got along great, both telling stories, most of them about past battles but others about their mistakes in battle that led to some interesting outcomes, like once, when Denver was just starting to kill demons, he very much on accident managed to bring three large buildings down to rubble and in the process killed a whole bunch of demons, with all of it being a complete accident.
Heaven shook her head at the many accidental victories, but she kept her mouth shut, for she had, had a few like that too, so she had no room to talk but she did scoff every once in a while, at both of the men's stories, when they achieved victory in the most brainless and comical of ways, which made Heaven's lips quirk in a smile, though it was very small.
After breakfast was finished Dante kindly thanked Denver and Heaven for letting him stay and for healing him, before he left; he still had things to do and despite not wanting to leave and feeling like he actually belonged with them, he couldn't stay, the feeling felt odd and he didn't want to stay and cause them any unnecessary pain or problems and they seemed to follow him around like a giant blood thirsting mosquito, and he didn't want them to get hurt on his account and it was better to leave them now, while they hadn't made an unbreakable connection, though there was undoubtedly a strong connection, it was still breakable and he was going to be the one who severed the ties.
"Goodbye Denver, Heaven. Maybe I'll see you around sometime." Dante smirked his usual infamous smirk before, lazily waving and exiting through the front door, but before he got the end of the driveway, he stopped and turned around, "And be sure to tell the Night Hunter, that Dante is looking for him." He called back cockily before disappearing around the gate entrance.
"Well, he's gone, but this wont be our last run-in we'll have with the son of Sparda. I can promise you that." Denver said, after he was completely certain that the silver haired half-devil was gone.
"What makes you say that?" Heaven asked in her usual emotionless tone, as she followed Denver back into the living room.
"Well, for one. He's going to be looking for you, or rather the Night Hunter and two; I have a gut feeling about it." Denver trailed off lost in his own thoughts, before snapping out of them a minute later and moving his gaze to the stoic looking Heaven and smirking lightly before speaking again.
"We need to improve your skills… so, you are starting your training again, only this time… it'll be more intense, so go and get your hunting cloths on and your weapons and meet me in the basement. The training starts now and be pre-warned that, this will be nothing like you've ever experienced before." And with that, Denver left a stunned Heaven in the living room; she had no doubt whatsoever that this "tune-up" of her skills, would push her entire being to the breaking point and possible over it as well, though she couldn't help but worry, as to why she needed to train again and so abruptly and so severely.
'There's something you're not telling me, old man… but, I trust you so, I wont ask you for your reasoning… yet.' Heaven thought to herself with silted calculating eyes as she walked up to her room and re-dressed into her Night Hunter clothing and as soon as the cloak was on, instantly the Night Hunter persona took over and she was ready for anything.
Swift and silent, were the Night Hunter's footfalls, as she headed towards the dark and cold basement; despite being in the same body, Heaven and the Night Hunter, were in a since two very different people, just like how Denver and the Death Walker were, for that was how they had been trained, to have another darker persona; the reason for having two personas was so that, one never forgets who they truly are and so that they don't loose themselves in the darkness and evil that they are constantly surrounded by.
As the Night Hunter cautiously made her way, down the metal stairs, the only thing that could be heard was the soft taps of a leaky water pipe, and in the complete darkness the only thing that mattered was survival, because there was an dangerous air about, that spoke of death, bloodshed and danger, as such was very similar as to her previous training, only this was a lot more intense and it nearly made her blood freeze in her veins. 'This will not end well.' The Night Hunter thought to herself, as she slowly cocked her guns and instantly a soft whizzing sound was heard and not two seconds later a knife was imbedded right where her wrists had been only moments before.
'Truly this is nothing like before.' An evil smirk crossed the Night Hunter's lips, as the deadly game started to make her blood race through her veins and adrenalin struck through her like lightning; she was more than ready to show Denver just how good she was. 'Let the training begin.'
