What You Wish For CHAPTER 10
surrendertome: Yeah, basically the biggest conflict right now is how hurt and unsure Dante is. He usually knows where he stands and right now he doesn't. He doesn't know if Nero wants to even stay with him or not or return to the city that hates him. Well, I don't have to get into a dreary mood to write Kyrie, I just have to think really hard about how she would act and behave. Thanks for reviewing! *gives cookies*
SirenaLoreley: Yep, Dante and Nero are about to be face to face with Kyrie! Thanks for reviewing! *gives cookies*
Kendecia: Got away with no Kyrie last chapter! XD She's in first thing this chapter though! Thanks for reviewing! *gives cookies*
Devil Fan: Yeah, the drive was really strange, neither one really knew what to say to the other. I guess Nero should get more sleep XD However he does remember things EVERY time he goes to sleep, just a lot of the time :3 Yeah, I don't really like Kyrie either, but I believe in at least trying to stay true to the character and how (at least I think) she's like :3 Thanks for reviewing! *gives cookies*
STIXandMANNY: Yeah, the drive was really awkward, neither one really knowing what to say to the other. Nero doesn't have the ability or the drive to grant wishes anymore, but the collar is still there regardless :3 Thanks for reviewing! *gives cookies*
Thanks for your support and patience you guys! I love you all! :3 I do not own Dante, Nero, Kyrie or Fortuna!
Trepidation filled both demon hunters as they approached the door of the human woman. Nero glanced around before lifting his hand to remove his hood which sent Dante another pang of sadness followed by a chaser of outrage. The kid had to be cagey for a reason and it had to do with the damn people here. These were people he grew up with, went to church with-probably helped raised him for crying out loud! Why would they turn on him?
Nero raise his right arm to knock and the older man frowned.
Right. Nothing like a physical manifestation of demonic power glaring at you to make you untrusting of a former hero. He often forgot about the glowing appendage, it just didn't bother him.
He blinked out of his thoughts as the door opened.
"Nero!" Kyrie cried happily, throwing her arms around the young man's neck. The kid lit up like a Christmas tree, smiling as his arms went around her, squeezing her tightly.
Dante wanted to cut her head off. Instead he hid behind his favorite mask. He smirked.
"I missed you so much!" she mumbled.
"Me too Kyrie." he said warmly as they broke apart. The woman blushed as she noticed Dante there.
"Oh, hello. You're Dante, aren't you?"
"The one and only." he stated, with a flourish and a bow. It was suppose to be playful, but somehow Nero saw it as brittle, the mask holding up poorly under his scrutiny.
Kyrie giggled and came over to embrace him as well. "Thank you so much for looking out for Nero."
This caught him off guard and he blinked in confusion. "Well, someone has to watch his ass." he said as he was released.
"Please come inside, both of you, would you like some tea or coffee?" she asked as she hustled into the kitchen.
"No, but I'll take a beer if you got any."
Nero looked over at his partner as he closed and locked the door, darkness was starting to eat up the remaining slivers of light in the city. He was worried…Dante didn't seem like himself. Sure he was acting like it, but…it just didn't feel right.
"Nero?"
He looked up when Kyrie called his name and offered an embarrassed smile. "Coffee, sure." he nodded. He'd been feeling so tired lately, no matter how much sleep he got-and he'd gotten plenty in the car driving here. He also had a constant hunger that was gnawing away at his guts that wouldn't seem to be satisfied, even when he'd cleared his plate.
Dante flopped down on the couch, putting his feet up on the coffee table, until he got a stern look from the kid and rolled his eyes, setting them to the floor.
"Are you okay?"
"Sure kid, just fine." he lied.
Nero opened his mouth to say something more, but Kyrie reappeared with a huge smile on her face as well as a tray of drinks, surprising the older demon hunter as the tray contained a frosted mug with a toasted caramel colored liquid inside. He didn't suspect that the woman would actually have beer. She placed the tray on the table and handed the drinks over to their respective recipients.
The devil slayers sat themselves on the couch and Kyrie situated herself into a large white chair.
"So what have you been doing since you left Nero?" she asked and the young man explained some of the things he could remember, but not about why he couldn't remember the rest, she might get worried. Through his dialogue he kept glancing over at the older man, who had downed the amber liquid in almost one go.
After that however he got caught up talking to the female, though she made attempts to draw Dante into the conversation, and after asking after some of his other demon hunting exploits he cracked his shell and opened up a little to talk about how awesome he was and Nero finally relaxed. That was the Dante he knew…or at least he thought so. It was at least more like he was acting before they got here, so that at least seemed like a positive thing.
They chatted and Dante loosened up a little more with each glass of booze that disappeared down his throat. Finally Kyrie looked up at the clock and gasped slightly.
"Oh, I need to head to bed, Church is early tomorrow. Are you both going to come?"
"I don't think so, babe." Dante smirked and she looked at Nero hopefully.
"I…" he started uncertainly, there would be everyone he didn't want to see there.
"I'll be singing."
"Then how could I not?" he sighed with a defeated smirk.
She paused. "I'll bring blankets down here for you Dante." she offered.
The older man nodded and Nero saw that brittleness returning.
"Okay, then." she smiled with a nod of her own.
"I'm really tired. I think I'm going to turn in myself." the younger hunter said, when the female returned with the blankets and pillow and placed them on the couch.
"Okay Nero," she walked over and they shared a quick kiss, lips brushing for just a second before both of them blushed darkly. After that they bid good night to the elder hunter and headed upstairs.
Dante laid there in the dark, staring at the smooth perfectly un-cracked ceiling and desperately missing his own bed and his partner. He badly missed the young man who was probably cuddled up and sound asleep with that tooth-rottingly sweet young girl. Why had Nero even left her in the first place if he cared so much? He felt himself filled with conflict. He was buzzing with energy, and at the same time he felt mentally defeated. He sat up, putting his feet on the plush carpet reminding him once again he wasn't home.
What was he doing here?
He didn't belong here. He should have dropped Nero off and left. He should just leave now. So why didn't he? What was tethering him here like a steel cable? He couldn't make himself leave. It hurt too much.
He rested his forehead on his hands and started to doze when he heard a voice.
'For someone so in tune with their soul you certainly are stupid when it comes to what it's telling you.' a woman's voice told him.
'What?' he looked around, but he was still in the living room, completely alone though now quite alert. The voice didn't return and he felt his heart rate notch back down. 'Now you're just losing your mind buddy. No big deal.' he thought laying back down. However he still couldn't fully sleep.
'What my soul is telling me? Is it why I feel like I can't leave?' he wondered to himself.
'Sparda himself fell in love, certainly you follow in your father's footsteps even if you resist any claims to him.' the woman's voice beckoned him again, and this time he didn't look around, figuring it was just a figment of his own imagination, perhaps it was his mother's voice. He could hardly recall it, but thinking about it that way made him feel better. It made him feel warm and cared about.
'Concentrate a little bit Dante. This is important.'
'Important? What my soul is telling me...I can't leave… I'm like my father because…he fell in love.'
'You would fight tooth and nail for the boy, you would and have taken him as your mate in all ways, you accept and desire everything he has to offer you.'
'Demonic possessiveness, that's all.' he tried to convince himself, but it sounded like a hollow excuse even to him.
'If that were so, then wouldn't you be angry? Roiling with jealousy and envy, ready to tear out poor Kyrie's soft insides? What do you feel? Is it jealousy? Envy? Rage? Or is it pain? Is it loneliness?'
'Shut up.'
'You love him. You love him enough you are willing to lose him for his own happiness.' the voice insisted.
'Maybe I'm just selfish. Loss is all I've ever known. I know how to deal with it.' Why was it so hard to admit he was afraid? That he didn't want to face rejection from the person he'd allowed the closest to him.
'This time you don't have to.'
'Sure I don't.' he thought doubtfully.
'Tell him. Consummate him to you.'
'I don't think he'll have me.'
'How will you know unless you do something? I thought you were a man of little thought, all action.'
He chuckled. 'Yeah.'
'And soon. His life may be in danger.'
This alarmed him. 'What?'
'The collar still around the boy's neck sucks his power, drains his energy, weakens him. To remove it one has to eat the food of your plane, drink your water, and enjoy pleasures of the flesh.'
'But why me?'
'Why not you? You love him. Keep something you love for once. Or lose it forever like the others.' she said hotly.
With that he realized he was not the only one in the room and he was wide awake. He grabbed Ebony and Ivory from their resting places and lifted them to aim at the other living thing in the room.
Not sure how much I like this chapter, maybe it's just because Kyrie's in it. Let me know what you guys think, I'd love to hear it. Until next time!
Ja ne!
~Bitbyboth March 16, 2012