Chapter Twenty One
Dante didn't know what to say about that. Nacari began sobbing harder and clutched her shoulders. She was digging so hard into her shoulders she broke skin. Dante shook his head and glared at her.
"How could you have seen your father if he is dead?" he asked her skeptically. Nacari looked over at him and shrugged. She brushed her hair behind her ears and hugged her knees to her chest. She placed her chin gingerly on her knees and closed her eyes as she spoke.
"I don't know. Maybe it was a hallucination from my pain pills or something. I don't want to take pain medication anymore," Nacari said sadly. She bit her lip to hold back from crying out again. She looked sadly up at Dante and toke a deep breath.
"You look like him; you have the same eyes as him, like ice. His eyes were cold though, so cold it burned you, and I thought I would never see those eyes again . . ." Nacari buried her face in her knees to muffle her sob. Dante crossed his arms and sighed. He didn't know what to do or say. He waited for her to calm down and stop sobbing. He looked at her directly in the eyes then spoke.
"How did your dad die?" he asked her. Nacari looked at him and looked at him skeptically, as if deciding if she wanted to tell him or not. She finally made up her mind and sighed.
"Doctor said heart attack, but he actually died of fear," she told him. Dante looked at her in confusion and chuckled nervously.
"He died of fear?" he asked her skeptically. Nacari glared at him then stood up. Her knees were shaking but she stood up with fists at her sides.
"Yes, he died of fear Dante. You may not believe me, but he did! I was there and I saw what happened," she said angrily. Dante could tell that he had angered her. Her teeth were clenched her finger nails were digging into her hands. She scowled and shook her head as tears fell down her cheeks.
"You don't know anything. You weren't there, you weren't there! He did die of fear, he did die of fear!" She yelled at him and stomped her foot. Dante flinched away from her voice. He didn't think he has ever seen her that angry before. He rubbed the back of his neck and bit his lip.
"Ok, I believe you, but what was he so afraid of that it killed him?" he asked her. Nacari's eyes became wide and her mouth was open. She uncurled her fists and began biting her finger nails nervously. She stared at him like a deer caught in car headlights. She had an expression of panic on her face.
"I lied," she said quickly, "I was just kidding. He died of a heart attack, and my mind is just all jumbled up from the medication and stuff, so I was just kidding. I wanted to see your face, that's all, so yeah, I think I am going to take a warm shower, so yeah, forget about this entire thing, ok! I will stop taking my pain pills so that I can actually think clearly and I am not hallucinating so yeah, ok bye!" she turned around and was about to run up the stairs, but Dante grabbed her arm and spun her around so roughly that when she was facing him she had hit his chest. She was fighting back tears as he grabbed her shoulders roughly.
"Why do you do that? You say something about your past but then dismiss it and I am tired of it! Just tell me what happened to your father, tell me about your past, I'll listen!" Dante said to her roughly. Nacari looked away from him and bit her lip. Her arms hung limply by her sides and tears streamed silently down her face. Dante realized how tightly he was grabbing her shoulders so he loosened his grip.
"I can't," she whispered to him, "I can't tell you." Dante growled and grabbed her roughly again and shook her a little.
"Why can't you f*cking tell me?" He snarled at her. She cried out again and pushed him away. She rubbed her shoulders and glared at him with anger and sorrow.
"BECAUSE I CAN HARDLY REMEMBER OK!" she screamed at him. She stomped her foot and sobbed.
"I can't remember! I can only remember what I see in my dreams and in flash backs I get. I don't know why I can't remember, I remember certain things, like my first F in school and what my favorite book was and what I did with my friends, but it's like all my memories were erased!" She turned away from him and crossed her arms.
"I would tell you if I could, but I can't remember," she spun around quickly and looked at him with a look of hatred and passion. Her eyes were like a sea of green during the middle of a hurricane. Her lips were pressed into a thin line and her finger nails dug into her arms to keep from lashing out at him.
"And Dante, I don't want to remember. I can't remember my past for a reason, but I do remember that my whole family is dead and I don't want to relive that!" she turned around and flew up the stairs and slammed the bathroom door. Dante was in a state of confusion. If she couldn't remember her past, then did she really forget who Lance Long was? Why did she remember how her brother die, did she have a dream about it? There were so many questions Dante didn't have an answer to, but he wanted the answers.
"You should have kissed her, you know," Patty said from the couch. Dante turned around and scowled.
"How long have you been down here?" he asked. Patty shrugged and pouted.
"I was here the whole time and heard everything you guys said. She wanted you to kiss her, you could tell by her body motions. Lip biting, unstoppable crying, hugging herself, all signs that she wanted another human to be there for her and comfort her," Patty said to him. She stuck her nose up in the air and huffed.
"You are so not romantic, it's almost sickening!" she said to him. Dante scowled and crossed his arms.
"What makes you the romance professional?" he asked mockingly. Patty stuck her tongue out at him and crossed her arms.
"I watch a lot of soap operas and reality TV; they are always falling in love and stuff. So I know what a woman wants from the guy they are crushing on," she said. Dante looked at her skeptically.
"Nacari does not have a crush on me," he said defensively. Patty smiled evilly and began twirling her hair.
"Oh yes she does. It is so clear, from the way she stares at you and the way she follows you like a puppy. If she didn't like you, she wouldn't have even stayed here once she saw you, even if she wanted you to train her. She would have left right away like all the other women you bring home," Patty said. Dante scowled but remained silent. Patty's smile became wider and she giggled.
"You know she has a crush on you, because you have a crush on her!" Patty exclaimed. Dante blushed and growled at her.
"I do not like her!" he yelled at her. Patty shook her head and shook a finger at him.
"Of course you do, or else you wouldn't let her stay with you, even if you were charging rent. She has been here over two weeks and you haven't charged her, and you would have never accepted her as a partner, even if she was good at hunting demons!" Patty hopped off the couch and walked to the door.
"I'm going out to get ice cream, so I'll leave you two alone, and you better be nice to her when she gets out of the shower. Make a move on her, get a bit romantic," Patty told him. Dante rolled his eyes and walked over to his desk.
"Just leave before I kick you out," he said aggressively. Patty slams the door and was gone. Dante ran a hand through his hair and looked at his desk. He had left Nacari's file out on his desk and it was open. He wondered if Patty had read it. He placed the file back into the drawer and massaged his temples.
I do NOT like Nacari; in fact I can't even stand her! Patty is only, like, eleven or twelve, so she knows nothing about love or anything. Sure, Nacari is pretty good looking if you are into those Goth chicks, but she is so not my type! Dante thought to himself. Although now that he thought about it, when he was alone, he couldn't help but think about her, especially that one incident when she was in the shower . . . Dante banged his head on his desk and growled.
DAMN IT DANTE! Don't even give it a second thought! Patty is just a love smitten little girl who thinks that life is like a Disney movie and that everyone falls in love, well that is not how life works! He thought bitterly to himself. He grabbed a magazine and leaned back in his chair. He began flipping through the magazine to try and distract him. He sighed and closed his eyes.
"I don't like Nacari, she is just an annoying little girl," he said to himself. Even though he said that, he knew that it wasn't true, but Patty couldn't be right, could she?
(Author's Note; I do not own the Disney franchise, though it would be awesome if I did, I do not. Now don't forget to read my other story guys! It might not be as good as this one, but it is going to be more gory so if you like the fight scenes in The Devil and the Dragon, you'll like the some of the scenes in my new story. Wow, already at Chapter 21, and it's thanks to my readers who are into the story, thanks guys for reading my story! Well, hope you guys like the story so far and please review and enjoy XD)