Yep, my chapters are definitely becoming longer and longer.
Yahoooo! It's chapter 10! I didn't think it would happen but it is! You guys are making this happen! :) I changed the cover of this fic too! If you are reading this...that's good, because I was worried chapter 9 would turn everyone off this story. Again, thanks to the guests, starrat, Blacktiger93, Bulmathedragon, DeadlyVampire-Daydream Corp, FallenSora233, Pheumonia, guest1 and just a guest for reviewing. As mentioned in the previous chapter note, there was a reason the lemon happened so early and yes, it was deliberate because it's all part of Trixie's corruption or 'downfall' lol, and in this chapter, Dante and Trixe have...the Talk. Yep, The Talk. And some of you have mentioned Trixie potentially having a Tiny Dante growing inside her and stuff but this is not a babyfic, sorry; my Star Trek fic is a baby fic. If you're interested you can check that out but this is definitely not a babyfic. I'm also not on a roll anymore; my chapters are taking a bit longer to update. Sorry :(
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ONE DOOR CLOSES, ANOTHER ONE OPENS
(aka BREAKING BAD)
"You asked me to cover for you yesterday so you could go off with Dante."
"T-that was a favor."
He was walking down the hallway to the stairs when he came across an interesting conversation. Stopping in mid-way, Dante followed the source of the voices only to see two familiar girls standing inside the pantry – Trixie and her retarded friend – although this time it appeared they were having an argument. He was at the corridor leading to the tiny room but it seemed they hadn't noticed him; he didn't want to eavesdrop but it couldn't be helped; they were talking rather loudly...
"It doesn't matter. You're not like this. You've changed." said the retarded friend, "I noticed. You've changed since Dante moved in. I hardly see you around anymore and we don't hang out as much. He's always with you, you always seem to listen to him and I don't know what you guys get up to. Don't fall for it. He's rude, he has no respect for anyone, he's violent, aggressive...He has no education, he's got a criminal record. Why are you even bothering with a guy like him? You could do so much better. He's a terrible person."
"Dante is not a terrible person." Now he could hear Trixie's voice, "Becky, I'm sorry, please don't be angry."
"Too late."
"...Are you going to tell Father Tam?"
"No. I'm not one to snitch. Oh, and by the way, did you remember that we were meant to go to the cinema today? To watch that movie I've waited to see for a long time?"
"...Oh, th-that was today? Dante and I are..."
"It's fine. I'll go with someone else since you've already made plans. You can go back to fucking Dante's brains out in your bedroom, you slut."
He heard footsteps coming his way. He wondered if he should confront the retard for speaking to Trixie like that. The decision did not come since the retard spotted and stared at him in shock as she usually did, but no sooner had she seen him her eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Oh, it's you. What do you want?" She demanded, irritated.
"Who the fuck said you could talk to her like that?" He snarled, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Trixie dumping the rest of the sheets into the washing machine before marching away. Maybe he should go after her. Instinctively he wanted to grab the retard by the front of the shirt and punch her, maybe in the nose or eye. However, due to his morals, he swore that he would never hurt a female, so he merely jabbed a finger at her direction and growled out, "From now on, you stay the fuck away from her. If I see you talking to her like that again, I swear to god I'll break your fucking legs."
"Fuck you!" She spat.
"Fuck you!" He yelled in response.
After flinging more endless abuse and spiteful comments at each other, he turned away and stormed after Trixie. He could see her making a beeline down the corridor and he called after her but she didn't turn around. Cursing, he jogged up to her quickly and seized her by the wrist. He spun her round and before she could protest, he wrapped his arms around her as tightly as he could. Although initially taken aback by his gesture, he felt her relax under his hold after a few seconds until she returned his embrace, her arms slowly wrapping around his waist.
"S'okay..." He murmured as he squeezed her tightly, kissed her forehead and nuzzled her affectionately, "I got you."
"Oh, Dante." She squeaked out, and when he pulled back, she was staring morosely at the ground. Her mouth moved slightly but no words came out then. She tried again and finally, she added, "...Becky called me a-a..."
"Yeah, I know."
"You heard?"
"...Yeah."
"Oh." Her cheeks went pink.
"Are you crying?"
She shook her head. "No." It would take more than that to make her shed tears. "Dante, I...I have to go to school; I'll see you when I come back."
"Don't go." He said, giving her a squeeze, "Why don't we go somewhere?"
"I can't." She said, shaking her head. "I'm sorry."
Dante let go of her after a few seconds, "Yeah. Okay. See ya." He muttered, before he turned and walked away, shoving his hands into his pockets.
She watched his retreating back miserably. Maybe I should've accepted his offer...
LATER
Urgh, I regret this so much. Going to school really was a bad idea, she thought to herself. It was indeed, probably a very bad idea, because she wasn't in a very good mood. Despite earlier reassurance from Dante, she was now feeling very out of place. In fact, she felt very alone and unhappy.
...Becky called me a slut.
Slut.
Slut.
Slut!
The word echoed in her mind as she trotted down the school hallway with her bag swinging over her shoulder. She anxiously glanced from left and right, noticing that she seemed to be subjected to a lot of stares from her fellow students.
Why is everyone looking at me like that? Stop looking at me like that! Oh my god, do they know what I did? Did Becky tell someone? No, she couldn't have...Or-or did she? Would she? Did Dante say something? No, he couldn't have, he's not even at school. Gasp! What if he already has made some friends at school and he's told them all and now they've told everybody and -
While wild thoughts ran amok, she stopped at her locker and saw that Becky was already there, shoving her books into the cramped space. "Morning, Beck – " Before she could finish her sentence, Becky slammed the locker shut and stormed away from her. She hurried after her abruptly, leaving her locker half-open and a few jotters to drop to the floor, "Becky, wait!"
Trixie rushed up to her, stopping her by grabbing her arm only for Becky to pull away, "Leave me alone, Trixie, I have nothing to say to you."
"Becky, I already said I'm sorry. Just hear me out."
Becky frowned in response and continued to tug her arm free from Trixie's grasp, "Does it look like I care? Obviously you don't need me anymore since you've got Dante and he's more important to you than I am."
Trixie watched her, her lip wobbling slightly. "That's not true."
"We've been friends for years and suddenly it's like I don't know you; you've become a totally different person."
She bit her lip, "Yes, we've been friends for a long time. You know me better than anyone else, so why are you acting this way?"
"Me? You're asking ME why I'm 'acting' this way? Why don't you ask yourself that question?"
"So what if I like Dante? Why can't I like him?"
"Because he's a bad person and you don't know Dante like you know me. You don't know anything about him!"
"He is not a bad person! Stop being unreasonable!"
"How am I being unreasonable?"
"Because you're not listening to what I'm saying!"
"Fine, go on then. I'm listening." With that, Becky crossed her arms over her chest, waiting.
Trixie faltered slightly, "...Look, Becky, I'm sorry about the way how I've been treating you for the past few days," She said; however, inwardly she debated as to why she was apologizing as she didn't feel like she had done anything wrong, "But it's exactly as you said, we've been friends a long time, you're my best friend, my most closest friend, you're like my sister and at the moment, I don't want us to fall out just because of...of Dante. He isn't a horrible person. He has reasons for the way he acts and the way he talks. I've gotten to know him a lot better since he arrived and I've seen a different side to him. I know he can be rude, but deep down he's a really caring person and maybe if you got to know him better maybe you'll see that too."
"No thanks. That guy hates me with a passion, like I wronged him in a past life or something." Becky said, "It's really simple, Trixie. If you continue seeing him, I'm no longer going to be your friend. I don't want anything to do with you."
"W...what...?!" She exclaimed, horrified.
"From now on, you and Dante...just stay away from me, okay? You two are nothing but trouble."
What is she saying?! As Trixie stared at her in shock, Becky spun on her heel and walked away, leaving her on her lonesome in the hallway. Trixie called after her once more but she was ignored. Again, a few students nearby were staring at her and whispering to each other as they witnessed the interesting interaction. She tried to ignore it yet she couldn't help but feel downright miserable. Trixie gathered the rest of her belongings and headed towards the direction of her classroom on her own.
...
Lunchtime was no better.
She couldn't concentrate during classes. At first, she was very sad, very upset to have had that conversation with Becky at the hallway. Now she was furious with Becky. She wanted to go home; she didn't want to be here anymore. In fact, she wanted to be anywhere but here. Trixie arrived at the canteen only to receive more unfriendly and somewhat hostile stares from almost every student she passed. Even those who walked past her carrying food on their trays were watching her every move.
Either I'm being paranoid or people are definitely staring at me. What are they looking at?! Why are they looking at me like that?! Urgh, god! I can't take this anymore! What is their problem?! If they have something to say then come up and say it to my face!
She spotted Becky in one corner and did not think twice to approach. Maybe Becky needed some time on her own. If she went over, it might anger Becky again; Trixie, at first, wanted to try and apologize after school. Those feelings and thoughts ebbed away the more she contemplated the way how Becky had spoken to her. It was unacceptable and she was appalled she had allowed herself to be spoken to like that. Growling inwardly at the helpless, awkward and downright hairy situation, Trixie went to find a seat only to be approached by a familiar tall, blond girl.
Mikaela Malone.
At first, Trixie didn't know what to do, thus an awkward period of silence commenced between the two girls before Trixie inevitably tried to squeeze past her once no words were exchanged. However, Mikaela suddenly grabbed her by the arm and returned her to her previous spot. "What is it?" Trixie said. Usually, Mikaela frightened her as she loomed over her a great deal due to those ridiculous high heels of hers. The girl had always been intimidating, with her bleached hair, massive eyelashes, fake tan and tight clothes revealing her 'assets'. At the precise moment Trixie was far too agitated to notice any of the sort and suddenly Mikaela was no longer intimidating or frightening at all.
"I haven't heard from Dante." said the blond, flipping her hair over one shoulder whilst crossing her arms over her plump chest that her breasts almost spilled out of her tiny top.
Trixie blinked blankly in response. "...Excuse me?"
"Someone told me they saw him with you at the pier." Mikaela snarled at her, before she unfurled one arm and proceeded to jab one long, red pointed fingernail at Trixie's direction accusingly. "Dante's mine, you got that?"
And Trixie said, "I thought you and Chad were going out?"
"Who I date is none of your business. But Dante and I, we're special; we have something going on, and I saw him first, so stay the fuck away from him because he's MINE, understand?"
For a moment, another silence spawned between the two girls. The canteen had also gone quiet. All eyes were on them both. I wonder what Dante would do at a time like this? He'd probably throw some cheeky remark. Too bad I got nothing... She thought to herself morosely. Not wanting trouble, Trixie tried to walk past her but once again, Mikaela grabbed her... although this time, she grabbed Trixie by the shoulder and also managed to tug onto the locket chain around her neck and Trixie went rounding backwards. "Owww..." She choked out, as the chain went taut around her throat.
"Shut it, you little cunt," Mikaela snarled, as she let go of the chain and Trixie was left to rub at her neck, "Where do you think you're going anyway? I'm not done with you yet!"
Trixie stood very still on her spot, staring at Mikaela wordlessly. Did she just call me what I think she just did?
The blond continued sneering at her, her lips tugged into a wide smirk.
She didn't expect Trixie's clenched fist to slam into her face.
A loud knock on her door made her look up from the first aid kit that was splayed open on her bed.
"Trix. Open up."
She tensed all over as she quickly dabbed at a cut with some pink ointment before slapping a plaster on. It was Dante. She was too scared to open the door; she didn't want to see him, not like this anyway. She wouldn't know what to say, what to do. Surely he must've found out what happened at school since she'd been sent home early.
"I know you're in there, Trix."
"Go away." She said, although she had stammered a little.
Outside, there was silence. Trixie glanced to the door a few moments later, pondering if he'd left. She slid off the bed, rubbing at her eyes, then waddled to her door and unlocked it. When she opened the door to see that Dante was still standing there at her doorway she desperately tried to close the door again. He stopped her with a flat palm on the door before he kicked it open violently. Trixie let go and the door swung helplessly on its hinges. He stormed inside, making her step backwards as he slammed the door shut behind him. They stood in silence for a while. He was staring at her intently and Trixie rubbed at the back of her arm, unable to meet his eye.
"What happened?" He asked.
He was met with silence.
"Trix, answer me."
She shook her head. I can't do it! I can't look at him in the eye anymore!
Dante went to her side and grabbed her wrist, forcing her to turn to him. "Trix. Come on." He made her look at him and finally, she anxiously swerved her eyes to him.
"...I was fighting." She mumbled out despondently, "With Mikaela Malone."
He gazed at her bruised eye, the burst lip, the scratches on the side of her face, along with a few missing patches of hair...then he promptly burst into laughter and she frowned.
"It's not funny." She retorted. I almost forgot about what he did with Mikaela in the bathroom...How am I supposed to get over that? Am I supposed to? If I don't, does that make me a terrible person?
"What happened?" He asked again.
"...I had the worst day at school; everyone keeps staring at me as if they know something I don't, or-or as if they know what we did. I'm in pain. I feel horrible, and Father Tam is at school, sorting it all out for me. Oh, I don't know why I was...I mean, something just...snapped, I guess. Something inside me just snapped. I was so angry, I don't want to be walked over all the time and I didn't like the way how she was speaking to me because I wasn't born into this world to be treated like this and to be miserable and oh my god, I punched Mikaela in the nose, and everyone knows it's made out of plastic, right? So I think I broke it because I heard this loud 'crack' and then her nose kinda went to one side, and I know this is really terrible for me to say but...but it actually felt good." She added, sniffling slightly, as though her additional comments would change the situation.
"Felt good, huh?" He said, before his lips widened into a smirk.
"Yeah. You're grinning. Why are you grinning? You're not going to yell at me or...?"
Dante merely drew her close to him and wrapped his arms around her, rubbing at her bruises affectionately although this actually made her wince. Unlike Dante, she didn't have any magical healing power to make it all go away. She would be suffering from these bruises and cuts for days. Weeks, even. He didn't ask why she was fighting with Mikaela in the first place so she thought he may have had a rough idea as to why she was involved in a fight the first place. "Nope," He said nonchalantly, "Sounds like you did the right thing to me."
"Really?"
"Yeah. She was asking for it."
Trixie didn't think it was possible but she felt relieved he had said that. It was reassuring to know he was on her side. However, there was still something else that bothered her. "Becky." She croaked out, "It's official."
"What is?"
"...I've officially fallen out with Becky."
"About time."
"You don't understand. She's my closest friend."
"Get a new one. There are plenty of those around if you look in the right place." He said, "Friends come and go, Trix."
She contemplated his words. "You know what? You're right. I'm better off without her. We've been friends for such a long time and suddenly she's acting like a pain in the butt. Her behavior is completely inexcusable," She muttered; however, she frowned, "...But still, she said some things."
"What kind of things?"
"Well... She...she criticized us, criticized me...made me feel like I'm a horrible, selfish person. Like...just because you're here, I stopped caring for her or treating her like a friend. It made me feel like no-one wants us to be together, that this is some kind of big mistake."
And she felt him stiffen slightly in response to her statement. He pulled away from her, holding her at arm's length. Staring into her eyes intently, he said stoically, "...Do you? You think this is a mistake?"
"No."
"Then why are you saying these things? Why are you listening to that dumbass? Why are you letting her affect you?"
"Because some things Becky said...they're right. I don't think this is a mistake, but I do know for a fact that I don't know anything about you. You haven't been here for long. We totally took things way too far, especially in such a short span of time. Usually people go from A to B then to C, you know, taking things slowly, one thing at a time, but we jumped from A and all the way to Z and clearly that wasn't the right thing to do."
He watched her carefully. Had she really used the alphabet as a metaphor to describe their situation?
She added, "I can't even remember if you used a condom."
Dante placed his hands on her shoulders, "Trix, I don't know anything about myself. I had meningitis when I was seven and lost all my memory. I started off in St Lamia's only to find out that it was run by demons so I escaped. I moved from place to place and now I'm here. That's all you're gonna get. I don't care how other people do it; I guess we're gonna go fast." He said, "And no, I didn't use a condom."
She swallowed down the lump in her throat, trying not to falter by the fact that he'd admitted not using any means of birth control. Should she even bring up the word 'baby' to his face? Probably not. She would go and get a test later on her own... "Meningitis." She murmured under her breath, "You didn't tell me about that before."
"You never asked."
"Okay, so you're telling me...the way you are now, with Limbo and the demons...That's really everything about you so far?"
"I've told you everything. What else do you want from me?" Now he was beginning to sound angry and she began to grow nervous; she didn't want to fight with Dante, too. He added, "I don't know anything about you either."
"I was found dumped in an alleyway wrapped up in newspaper."
His expression softened slightly, "Damn. That's harsh."
"Yeah, I think so too."
"You think we skipped that part, right? Where we tell each other things...go on dates, feed each other food and wear matching t-shirts with each other's names on it, and do other stupid couple stuff."
"Isn't that what normal people do?"
He gave her a look. "Normal people don't know that demons exist."
"Yeah...I guess you're not exactly 'normal'. I don't mean that in a bad way, I just mean it by...you know, the demons after you and stuff."
"...Do you regret it?"
"You've asked me that already."
"I'm asking again." Dante said sternly, and when she fell silent, he glanced away to the side and withdrew his hands, his palms sliding away from her shoulders. "...I knew it. You do regret it. You just didn't say it. Why? Were you scared?"
"No, I wasn't scared and I don't regret it."
"Then what is it? What's the problem?"
"I don't know. I...I can't think properly right now. My mind's all jumbled up."
"Okay, so what do you wanna do? You...You wanna take a break? Is this all too much for you to handle? Too much over your head? Okay. Fine. I'll do you a favor and go away. You won't see me around. You can have some time to...I dunno, think about this." He let go of her, brushed past her and marched towards her bedroom door, opening it with a rough jerk on the handle.
"Dante, wait!" She rushed up to him, grabbing his arm once she stopped by his side, "No, that's not what I meant. This is not what I wanted." She was suddenly scared that if he walked out of her door, she would no longer see him ever again. She remembered he mentioned that he wanted to leave this place; if she let him go, she earnestly believed that he would leave and never come back. Maybe he would move on and find another girl. Would she get a second chance? She wasn't sure...
"Then what do you want, Trix?" He asked, turning to her. "Tell me."
Their eyes met; every time she looked at him, she would always find herself lost in those blue-gray eyes of his. Despite how tough and aggressive everyone claimed him to be and how he acted, his eyes were always so soft and gentle. Or at least, whenever he looked at her, she had never seen so much longing and want. It clashed with his persona completely and she felt as though only she was the only one who was able to see this side of him.
"You." She murmured quietly under her breath, "I just want you."
Again, those clear blue-gray eyes searched her face for any sign of hesitation or uncertainty, searching for any mendacity to her statement. There was none; she reached for his large hand and squeezed it tightly, her little fingers wrapped around his, trying to elicit some kind of response when she noticed that he was merely watching her, motionless, as though her words had taken him aback completely. She didn't want to say it, but she had always thought that he would always be testing her whenever these kinds of situations arose, as though he was testing her faithfulness and loyalty to him. Maybe in the past he'd been let down or abandoned by people he placed trust in. Maybe there had been someone before her who he cared for a lot who had disappointed him. However, when he suddenly leaned forwards and cupped her face with his hand before he crashed his lips onto hers, she wasn't surprised. His hand had wound itself around the back of her head, pressing her face close to his and she melted into the kiss. She let go of his other hand so he could snake it around her waist, whilst she wrapped her arms around him tightly in return.
He pulled away, lips by her ear, "...I want you too."
She smiled widely at him as he held her close to him. His body was very strong and sturdy, and she could feel his muscles underneath his vest. Dante smelled of cologne, gunpowder and cigarette smoke; a strange but alluring combination.
"C'mon, let's go to my room." He took her hand in his and they exited Trixie's room, closing the door and locking it. Then they headed towards the direction of his room and he locked the door also, then he let her stand at the side for the time being since she appeared stuck in her own little bubble of thoughts. His room was a mess; his sheets hadn't been done so he quickly grabbed them by two corners and straightened them out slightly before he took her hand again and guided her towards the bed.
He stretched over the mattress and pulled her to lie on top of him with her face resting against his chest. It went silent and he glanced down at her. Trixie had too many thoughts in her mind to respond; she didn't seem to be in a talking mood. She liked how Dante was trying to cheer her up (...or at least, was trying to make her feel better). Trixie lay over him, unmoving and silent, before she slowly closed her eyes.
And after what seemed to be a long time, Trixie re-opened her eyes and the room was dark. A few hours must have passed. Somehow she'd wriggled out of his arms and was now lying on her side; Dante had his arm wrapped around her waist tightly and they were facing each other on the bed. They must've deviated towards each other.
She suddenly remembered: I didn't go with Becky to the cinema after all, she thought. Trixie didn't really have plans; she just had this...whatever this was. Chilling out with Dante, she supposed. She realized it was a lot better than sitting down and eating popcorn in the dark for an hour and a half. Maybe more. She believed he was sleeping, since he hadn't stirred or said a word since.
The orphanage was situated away from the main traffic of Limbo City so they had been undisturbed in their nap; in fact, she didn't recall being able to hear any of the traffic outside or other noises. Trixie rubbed her face against his chest and squeezed her arms around him before the tip of her nose touched his pendant; she glanced at the red jewel before her. It felt cool to touch and when she reached out for it, the jewel glowed brightly under her hands and flickered in the darkness. To her, it almost felt...alive.
"...What are you doing?" He muttered, his eyes still closed.
"Nothing. I thought you were asleep?"
"Nope."
Trixie swerved her gaze to the side. "Um...Dante?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm glad we met."
His lips curled into a smile before he proceeded to tighten his arm around her waist and this time; he crawled over her so she was underneath him and when he began planting kisses over the side of her face, she couldn't help but smile. Suddenly, there were loud footsteps echoing outside in the hall and –
"Beatrice?"
It was Father Tam. They could hear his voice, which was muffled; it appeared he was outside Trixie's door, and they could hear him knocking. Her eyes widened and she huddled closer to Dante. "He doesn't know I'm in here."
Tam continued yelling. "Beatrice? Are you there? I need to talk to you about what happened at school today."
A wide grin appeared on Dante's face. "Hey." He said, "Let's sneak out. We shouldn't stay here."
She turned to him in surprise, "Go out? Where can we go at this time? It's really late."
"I know a place."
In response, Trixie pouted slightly. "...But I look awful."
"You look fine. I'll take you somewhere fun."
"Fun? You mean the Pizza Parlor? Ohh, well...okay, let's try the Hammy Pizza this time. I heard raving reviews about that one."
"No, I'm gonna take you somewhere even better." He replied, before he got up from the bed as quietly as he could, pulling the covers off him. He went to the window and eased it open, then began to climb out.
Her eyes widened. "Dante..."
"Come on, I got you." He said quietly; he held his hand out and she watched him anxiously.
And outside, Trixie could hear Tam trying the door knob; she could hear it rattling furiously, his fist pounding on her closed, locked door. "Beatrice?! Beatrice, open the door right now!"
His tone was scary. She had never heard Father Tam raise his voice before in such a manner. She didn't think twice and she accepted Dante's hand and he slipped outside the window. "Hold on tight." He muttered, and she nodded as he carried her on his back. She held on as he balanced on the second-storey ledge before leaping off. She closed her eyes and when he landed, she meekly re-opened them. They were safe; the height hadn't fazed him at all. Inwardly, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
She nodded, "Yeah. Are you?"
"Yep." Dante replied, and as he let her down, he grinned at her. Trixie beamed at him in response and together, hand in hand, they made their way down the dark, quiet streets of Limbo City.