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I hope so. I hope to later make this a little more exciting.
Disclaimer: Um.I own EVERYONE!!! HA HA HA HA!! Well, everyone but Dante. Sob.
Here's chapter 2.
Chapter 2 Night of the Mission
Dyne layed on his bed, trying to sleep. Today had been his brother and his 18th birthday. They'd gotten some cool stuff. Dyne had gotten a cool coat, like his dads, only it was midnight blue. He'd also gotten two 45 caliber pistols, some books, some CD's, and a bunch of clothes. Tye got a new sword, since Dyne had broke his old one a few weeks ago. He got some clothes and a couple of comics too. Dyne had nearly fallen over laughing when he'd seen Tye's last gift; beautiful silver bangle.
Dyne looked across the room, where Tye layed in his own bed. "So, you like your bracelet?" Dyne asked, nearly snickering. Dyne never wanted anything pretty or girly. He just wanted stuff to look cool and kick ass with. He always saw his dad as the perfect role model.
Of course, the bangle wasn't girly at all. There was a large saphire in the middle of it. A dragon-like face held the stone in its mouth. There was a serpent on each side of the head and stone. Their tails met at the clasp. Dyne hadn't acually seen it. He just figured it was sissy to wear bracelets.
Tye didn't answer Dyne's question. He was too busy examining the odd bangle.
"I guess you do then." Dyne sighed and rolled over. He finally fell asleep, Tye soon after.
Dyne began to dream. He saw a few people walking around on a street. He was there too. The people didn't say anything, in fact, Dyne could hear nothing at all but his own breath. He heard something coming up behind him. When he turned, there was a shadowy beast standing over him. It swipped a large, clawed hand down toward him.
Dyne lept up, almost out of the bed. He rolled over and off the bed; he hadn't noticed how close he had been to the edge. He stood up and looked around. Tye was asleep, a smile across his face.
Dyne hated it when he dreamed. Unlike his brother, he never had a good dream. He only had nightmares. It sucked because he was always either dying, or about to be killed. Of course, they didn't mean anything.All they did was stress him out.
He sighed and walked out of the room. Now seemed like a nice time for a drink and a midnight snack.
Dyne started down the stairs quietly. Dante had the ears of a fox and didn't like Dyne's "midnight snacks." They usually consisted of about a quarter of the contents in the frige.
"Dad won't mind. I'll just make it a light snack." Dyne thought, a smirk going across his face.
(Hold on.)
There are a few things that should be known about Dyne and Tye. The two are complete opposites in many ways. Dyne is an energetic guy who loves to fight. At school, he gets into fights all the time, excpecially with guys much bigger built than him. He rarely does his homework, but somehow miraculously passes. He enjoys his training.
Tye doesn't like to fight, although he's very good at it. He does all of his homework and gets along with most of the students and teachers. The two practically switched identities around the age of 10.
Many of Dyne's demonic qualities are different from Tye's. He can devil trigger when nothing is happening. Tye, however, has to be mad or upset to trigger, much like Dante. Dyne can only stay triggered for about an hour or two, while Tye can be triggered until he decides to stop, but to do it again, he has to be upset again. Both boys have some of the same abilities, while they may have a few different from each other.
(Just wanted to specify the two a bit. Carry on.)
Dyne got to the refrigerator and got himself a snack that resembled more of a full course meal. He sat at the kitchen table and began eating.
After a few minutes, he was finished and headed back toward the stairs. As he crossed the living room, he saw a piece of paper attached to the front door. He stopped and began reading it.
'Hey, went on a mission. Take care of yourselves, I'll be back in two days. Sorry, didn't want to wake you guys up.'
Dante
"Aw, sweet!" Dyne yelled. Dante was almost never gone. Now was the time to party.
Dyne scrambled up the stairs to his room. He busted the door open, causing Tye to spring up from his slumber.
"Dyne!? What the hell man?! You trying to scare the fuck out of me or what?! Tye yelped. He saw that Dyne had a huge grin on his face.
"Dad's gone. You know what that means?" Dyne said slyly. Tye cocked his head to the side.
"Well damn, you're dumb! I'm gonna go get into his stuff!!" Dyne yelled, rushing out of the room. Tye sighed and looked at the clock. It was 3:30 in the morning.
"I better keep him out of trouble." Tye thought. He got out of bed and shuffled downstairs.
As he proceeded to the living room, Tye saw Dyne burst from Dante's room. He had a bottle of brandy in one hand and 'Wozzy' in the other. Tye wasn't too concerned about the booze, he was more worried about the sword.
"Dyne! Damn it, put that back!!" Tye yelled, jumping for the sword. Dyne dodged him easily. Tye stumbled a bit.
"Look, you can't be playing with dad's sword. He'll notice and get pissed off." Tye explained.
"Yeah, I know. So what? I know the consequences. I'll just get bitched at." Dyne said. He held the sword up in the air.
"One day, dad'll give me this. I'll use it just like he use to. I'll kill all sorts of demons, just like him." Dyne said proudly. Tye just scoffed.
"Yeah, right. You've never acually fought a demon, have you?"
"Well, no. You haven't either." Dyne defended.
"Nope, but unlike you, I studied tons of them. I could fight one and probobly come out without a scratch." Tye boasted.
"Yeah, well I'll study them later. Right now though, I'm gonna get drunk, play with dad's sword in the backyard, drink some more, then I'll pass out on the living room floor."
With that, Dyne walked to the couch and plopped down. Just as he was about to open the brandy, the phone rang. Dyne turned his head to the little table where the phone laid.
"Who the hell's that at this hour?" Dyne asked, getting up. Tye shrugged.
"Bill collector?"
Dyne scoffed and picked up the phone. When the boys answered, they were supposed to address themselves as 'Devil May Cry."
"Devil May Cry. What can I do for ya?"
"Dante Sparda?" A deep, male voice asked.
"No, but close. What do you need?" Dyne asked.
"Well, I really need Dante." The voice complained.
"Hey, don't worry. You're talking to one of his sons. I'll take care of anything you need from my old man." Dyne explained.
"Oh. Then you won't mind taking a little mission."
Dyne's eyes widened. Tye was staring at him angrily. He looked like he was about to kick Dyne's ass for saying what he was saying.
Dyne listened to the man's instructions intently. After he was done, Tye heard Dyne begin to speak.
"Thanks. We'll be there in a few hours. Bye." Dyne said and hung up the phone. He looked to see a very upset Tye.
"What the hell was that?" Tye said with anger riding on his words. Dyne scratched his head.
"Um.we got a job man!!" Dyne yelled, arms in the air.
This was going to be the start of a very bad day for Tye.
Um.I'm still not too confident about my writing. If you liked it, please, for the love of all things good in this world, (like Dante and ice cream) review it. Now, I'm going to bed. I'll try to write a chapter every few days, (if anyone likes it or wants to read more) but I can only put this stuff in at school, so.it's hard to get these in before the bell rings. (Ya know school.It's a bummer.)
Thanks for reading. Review.
Disclaimer: Um.I own EVERYONE!!! HA HA HA HA!! Well, everyone but Dante. Sob.
Here's chapter 2.
Chapter 2 Night of the Mission
Dyne layed on his bed, trying to sleep. Today had been his brother and his 18th birthday. They'd gotten some cool stuff. Dyne had gotten a cool coat, like his dads, only it was midnight blue. He'd also gotten two 45 caliber pistols, some books, some CD's, and a bunch of clothes. Tye got a new sword, since Dyne had broke his old one a few weeks ago. He got some clothes and a couple of comics too. Dyne had nearly fallen over laughing when he'd seen Tye's last gift; beautiful silver bangle.
Dyne looked across the room, where Tye layed in his own bed. "So, you like your bracelet?" Dyne asked, nearly snickering. Dyne never wanted anything pretty or girly. He just wanted stuff to look cool and kick ass with. He always saw his dad as the perfect role model.
Of course, the bangle wasn't girly at all. There was a large saphire in the middle of it. A dragon-like face held the stone in its mouth. There was a serpent on each side of the head and stone. Their tails met at the clasp. Dyne hadn't acually seen it. He just figured it was sissy to wear bracelets.
Tye didn't answer Dyne's question. He was too busy examining the odd bangle.
"I guess you do then." Dyne sighed and rolled over. He finally fell asleep, Tye soon after.
Dyne began to dream. He saw a few people walking around on a street. He was there too. The people didn't say anything, in fact, Dyne could hear nothing at all but his own breath. He heard something coming up behind him. When he turned, there was a shadowy beast standing over him. It swipped a large, clawed hand down toward him.
Dyne lept up, almost out of the bed. He rolled over and off the bed; he hadn't noticed how close he had been to the edge. He stood up and looked around. Tye was asleep, a smile across his face.
Dyne hated it when he dreamed. Unlike his brother, he never had a good dream. He only had nightmares. It sucked because he was always either dying, or about to be killed. Of course, they didn't mean anything.All they did was stress him out.
He sighed and walked out of the room. Now seemed like a nice time for a drink and a midnight snack.
Dyne started down the stairs quietly. Dante had the ears of a fox and didn't like Dyne's "midnight snacks." They usually consisted of about a quarter of the contents in the frige.
"Dad won't mind. I'll just make it a light snack." Dyne thought, a smirk going across his face.
(Hold on.)
There are a few things that should be known about Dyne and Tye. The two are complete opposites in many ways. Dyne is an energetic guy who loves to fight. At school, he gets into fights all the time, excpecially with guys much bigger built than him. He rarely does his homework, but somehow miraculously passes. He enjoys his training.
Tye doesn't like to fight, although he's very good at it. He does all of his homework and gets along with most of the students and teachers. The two practically switched identities around the age of 10.
Many of Dyne's demonic qualities are different from Tye's. He can devil trigger when nothing is happening. Tye, however, has to be mad or upset to trigger, much like Dante. Dyne can only stay triggered for about an hour or two, while Tye can be triggered until he decides to stop, but to do it again, he has to be upset again. Both boys have some of the same abilities, while they may have a few different from each other.
(Just wanted to specify the two a bit. Carry on.)
Dyne got to the refrigerator and got himself a snack that resembled more of a full course meal. He sat at the kitchen table and began eating.
After a few minutes, he was finished and headed back toward the stairs. As he crossed the living room, he saw a piece of paper attached to the front door. He stopped and began reading it.
'Hey, went on a mission. Take care of yourselves, I'll be back in two days. Sorry, didn't want to wake you guys up.'
Dante
"Aw, sweet!" Dyne yelled. Dante was almost never gone. Now was the time to party.
Dyne scrambled up the stairs to his room. He busted the door open, causing Tye to spring up from his slumber.
"Dyne!? What the hell man?! You trying to scare the fuck out of me or what?! Tye yelped. He saw that Dyne had a huge grin on his face.
"Dad's gone. You know what that means?" Dyne said slyly. Tye cocked his head to the side.
"Well damn, you're dumb! I'm gonna go get into his stuff!!" Dyne yelled, rushing out of the room. Tye sighed and looked at the clock. It was 3:30 in the morning.
"I better keep him out of trouble." Tye thought. He got out of bed and shuffled downstairs.
As he proceeded to the living room, Tye saw Dyne burst from Dante's room. He had a bottle of brandy in one hand and 'Wozzy' in the other. Tye wasn't too concerned about the booze, he was more worried about the sword.
"Dyne! Damn it, put that back!!" Tye yelled, jumping for the sword. Dyne dodged him easily. Tye stumbled a bit.
"Look, you can't be playing with dad's sword. He'll notice and get pissed off." Tye explained.
"Yeah, I know. So what? I know the consequences. I'll just get bitched at." Dyne said. He held the sword up in the air.
"One day, dad'll give me this. I'll use it just like he use to. I'll kill all sorts of demons, just like him." Dyne said proudly. Tye just scoffed.
"Yeah, right. You've never acually fought a demon, have you?"
"Well, no. You haven't either." Dyne defended.
"Nope, but unlike you, I studied tons of them. I could fight one and probobly come out without a scratch." Tye boasted.
"Yeah, well I'll study them later. Right now though, I'm gonna get drunk, play with dad's sword in the backyard, drink some more, then I'll pass out on the living room floor."
With that, Dyne walked to the couch and plopped down. Just as he was about to open the brandy, the phone rang. Dyne turned his head to the little table where the phone laid.
"Who the hell's that at this hour?" Dyne asked, getting up. Tye shrugged.
"Bill collector?"
Dyne scoffed and picked up the phone. When the boys answered, they were supposed to address themselves as 'Devil May Cry."
"Devil May Cry. What can I do for ya?"
"Dante Sparda?" A deep, male voice asked.
"No, but close. What do you need?" Dyne asked.
"Well, I really need Dante." The voice complained.
"Hey, don't worry. You're talking to one of his sons. I'll take care of anything you need from my old man." Dyne explained.
"Oh. Then you won't mind taking a little mission."
Dyne's eyes widened. Tye was staring at him angrily. He looked like he was about to kick Dyne's ass for saying what he was saying.
Dyne listened to the man's instructions intently. After he was done, Tye heard Dyne begin to speak.
"Thanks. We'll be there in a few hours. Bye." Dyne said and hung up the phone. He looked to see a very upset Tye.
"What the hell was that?" Tye said with anger riding on his words. Dyne scratched his head.
"Um.we got a job man!!" Dyne yelled, arms in the air.
This was going to be the start of a very bad day for Tye.
Um.I'm still not too confident about my writing. If you liked it, please, for the love of all things good in this world, (like Dante and ice cream) review it. Now, I'm going to bed. I'll try to write a chapter every few days, (if anyone likes it or wants to read more) but I can only put this stuff in at school, so.it's hard to get these in before the bell rings. (Ya know school.It's a bummer.)
Thanks for reading. Review.