I'm gonna kill that golden punk. I watched Blain run off and decided to focus on healing. Nothing happened. Why am I not healing?!? What did my so called brother do? Ohh…I'm gonna kick his punk ass when I find him.
"Later…" I told myself, and passed out.
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"What the…?" I woke up on a couch, wit fresh blankets. All I could thing was 'Mmm, warm.' Only a few seconds was I enjoying this comfort before the blanket was taken.
"Hey! You're awake!" A young girl of about 23 was standing over me.
"Hey! I was warm! Who are you? And where am I?" I asked.
"Oh, sorry. You could be a little nicer to the beautiful girl who saved your life. My name is Haley, and you're at my place." She said putting her hands on her hips.
"Hey! Slow down babe! You're right." At this she smiled, but I wasn't done. "Yeah, you're right, you are beautiful. But you didn't save me, I would have healed. By the way, I'm Dante." I smiled, as her smile disappeared.
"I found you bleeding to death from like 20 bullets through your back! What do you mean you would have healed?!? I only brought you here so I could bring you to the hospital." At this my smile grew.
"Haley, look." I stood, and realized my clothes were gone, except my boxers. "Haley! Damn, do you undress all the hot guys you save?" My clothes…ARE GONE!
"No, only the really hot ones." She grinned, and I felt my face get a little warm.
"Well, I guess it'll be easier to show you this way. Look, no wounds, or scars, or anything, see?" I raised my arms so she could see.
"My God…" She whispered, eyes wide. "You're completely healed! But how?"
"I'd tell ya, but you'd never believe me." It's not exactly common knowledge that demons exist.
"Try me. Well think about it, I'll get your clothes." Haley turned and walked into a nearby room.
I sat down again and looked around. It was a small apartment with little furniture other than this couch. A rocking chair to my left, a coffee table in front of me, and a TV beyond that. Not bad, I could tell she hadn't lived here long, with boxes still laying around. I stood and looked out a window to my right, there I saw an alley that looked familiar. Only when seeing the fresh blood down there, did I realize it was the alley where Blain and I fought. Haley must have heard the guns and come running. She came back in the room a minute later.
"here's your clothes, I got bored waiting for you to wake up, and fixed some of the bullet holes. I gotta say, you are a man of good taste." Haley said, handing me my clothes.
"I'm sorry about earlier Haley. The guy that did this to me could have come back to finish me off. I would have been done for then, so thanks for saving my butt." I said slowly getting dressed.
"Don't worry about it. Besides, I like your butt." The last part she said leaning to the side to see my butt. I just laughed.
"So what happened anyway?" Haley asked.
She sat next to me as I retold my tale. About the look-alike who claimed to be my brother, and how he wanted me dead to power this sword. When I finished, I realized I didn't have my weapons.
"Haley, where'd you put my stuff, like swords and guns?" I asked.
"Oh, I put them somewhere secure, just in case." She said getting up again.
"In case I was some kind of gun crazy psycho?" I laughed.
"Something like that." She smiled.
"Well no worries, I'm not Blain." I laughed again. Haley came back into the room carrying Alastor, The Brotherhood, and Ebony and Ivory.
"Here ya go. So where you going from here?" She asked, handing me my weapons.
"Probably back home." I handed her a small card for Devil Never Cry, Trish had made. "Come see me tomorrow, and I can explain the rest to you." I holstered Ebony and Ivory, sheathed Alastor, and held The Brotherhood.
"Like how you healed from multiple gunshot wounds in a matter of hours?" She raised an eyebrow.
"That and how is it possible to have such a cute butt as mine, if you want." I winked and walked out, laughter coming from behind me.
"Later…" I told myself, and passed out.
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"What the…?" I woke up on a couch, wit fresh blankets. All I could thing was 'Mmm, warm.' Only a few seconds was I enjoying this comfort before the blanket was taken.
"Hey! You're awake!" A young girl of about 23 was standing over me.
"Hey! I was warm! Who are you? And where am I?" I asked.
"Oh, sorry. You could be a little nicer to the beautiful girl who saved your life. My name is Haley, and you're at my place." She said putting her hands on her hips.
"Hey! Slow down babe! You're right." At this she smiled, but I wasn't done. "Yeah, you're right, you are beautiful. But you didn't save me, I would have healed. By the way, I'm Dante." I smiled, as her smile disappeared.
"I found you bleeding to death from like 20 bullets through your back! What do you mean you would have healed?!? I only brought you here so I could bring you to the hospital." At this my smile grew.
"Haley, look." I stood, and realized my clothes were gone, except my boxers. "Haley! Damn, do you undress all the hot guys you save?" My clothes…ARE GONE!
"No, only the really hot ones." She grinned, and I felt my face get a little warm.
"Well, I guess it'll be easier to show you this way. Look, no wounds, or scars, or anything, see?" I raised my arms so she could see.
"My God…" She whispered, eyes wide. "You're completely healed! But how?"
"I'd tell ya, but you'd never believe me." It's not exactly common knowledge that demons exist.
"Try me. Well think about it, I'll get your clothes." Haley turned and walked into a nearby room.
I sat down again and looked around. It was a small apartment with little furniture other than this couch. A rocking chair to my left, a coffee table in front of me, and a TV beyond that. Not bad, I could tell she hadn't lived here long, with boxes still laying around. I stood and looked out a window to my right, there I saw an alley that looked familiar. Only when seeing the fresh blood down there, did I realize it was the alley where Blain and I fought. Haley must have heard the guns and come running. She came back in the room a minute later.
"here's your clothes, I got bored waiting for you to wake up, and fixed some of the bullet holes. I gotta say, you are a man of good taste." Haley said, handing me my clothes.
"I'm sorry about earlier Haley. The guy that did this to me could have come back to finish me off. I would have been done for then, so thanks for saving my butt." I said slowly getting dressed.
"Don't worry about it. Besides, I like your butt." The last part she said leaning to the side to see my butt. I just laughed.
"So what happened anyway?" Haley asked.
She sat next to me as I retold my tale. About the look-alike who claimed to be my brother, and how he wanted me dead to power this sword. When I finished, I realized I didn't have my weapons.
"Haley, where'd you put my stuff, like swords and guns?" I asked.
"Oh, I put them somewhere secure, just in case." She said getting up again.
"In case I was some kind of gun crazy psycho?" I laughed.
"Something like that." She smiled.
"Well no worries, I'm not Blain." I laughed again. Haley came back into the room carrying Alastor, The Brotherhood, and Ebony and Ivory.
"Here ya go. So where you going from here?" She asked, handing me my weapons.
"Probably back home." I handed her a small card for Devil Never Cry, Trish had made. "Come see me tomorrow, and I can explain the rest to you." I holstered Ebony and Ivory, sheathed Alastor, and held The Brotherhood.
"Like how you healed from multiple gunshot wounds in a matter of hours?" She raised an eyebrow.
"That and how is it possible to have such a cute butt as mine, if you want." I winked and walked out, laughter coming from behind me.