OOOOKAAY!!!! I went ahead and wrote 8. Damn, these go fast,
but I still have a lot to go. I really hope you guys like this
as much as you say.
Chapter 8 Oh. . .Devil isn't Happy. . .
Dante unlocked the front door. His note was still stuck to the door. He'd thought it would take a lot longer than it did to finish his mission. Just a few rouge demons causing trouble. He'd desposed of them easily.
He took off his blood stained trench coat and Alastor and threw it on the couch. It was odd. . .It was now about 3:00 in the afternoon. Dyne usually would be in the living room, eating a second lunch. The room was deserted.
"Hey, Dyne?! Where are you? Tye?" Dante called. There was no reply. He walked to the kitchen, but no one was there either.
"Hey, boys?"
Silence. . .
"Where the hell are those two?" Dante thought. He walked back to the living room and upstairs. He went down the hall until he got to the boys' room. He knocked.
"You guys in there?" There was no reply. He opened the door, but saw no Dyne or Tye.
Dante checked the kitchen again, then the bathroom. He even checked the closets and the pantry. The boys weren't around.
"What about my room?" He thought. He walked into his room. "Dyne, are you in here?" Still, no answer.
Dante saw a bottle of his brandy laying on his bed stand. "Damn it, Dyne. If you're going to get into my liquor, at least be smart enough to put it away. . ." Dante thought. He assured himself that the boys probably just went to some party for his absence. Probably stole a bunch of his booze too. He picked up the bottle and walked to the liquor cabinet. As he put it away, he sensed something out of place. . .None of his bottles were gone, but still. . .something was out of place.
Then, it hit him. He turned around and looked at the empty rack over his bed. Wozzy was out of place. Only one person would dare take his sword from its hanging place.
"Dyne. . ." Dante said outloud.
Yep. Dante knew Dyne was the culprit. He was always trying to steal the Force Edge and play with it.
Dante ran out of the room and into the backyard. His little delinquent wasn't there either. Dante sighed and headed back inside, figuring they'd be back soon. Then, they'd be in a world of shit.
As he headed back in, he saw a little note hung on the back door from the outside.
Hello daddy!! If you're reading this, that means I'm in deep feces. I might as well tell you where I went. I'm going to Berail to have one hell of a time. I drug Tye along with me. We'll be sure to bring you home some nice skulls though. I'll be sure to kill a shit load of demons for ya! Love ya, and I hope you ain't too pissed.
*Dyne* (
Dante almost went white. Before he could think of anything else, he was already ready and gone.
He'd never let anything happen to his boys, not now, not ever. If he knew Dyne as well as he thought he did, he'd be getting into as much trouble as he possibly could. Which ment. . .Dante better hurry.
OOOHHH! That's it. Review again. Let me know if I should stop cussing so much or anything. I do like the cussing though, makes the guys look like bad asses, ya know? I don't think I made that much cussing, but some people might be offended, ya know? Now I'll stop sounding like Raijin (I haven't played forever, but I think that's his name.) from FF8 and say good night. Night. . .
Chapter 8 Oh. . .Devil isn't Happy. . .
Dante unlocked the front door. His note was still stuck to the door. He'd thought it would take a lot longer than it did to finish his mission. Just a few rouge demons causing trouble. He'd desposed of them easily.
He took off his blood stained trench coat and Alastor and threw it on the couch. It was odd. . .It was now about 3:00 in the afternoon. Dyne usually would be in the living room, eating a second lunch. The room was deserted.
"Hey, Dyne?! Where are you? Tye?" Dante called. There was no reply. He walked to the kitchen, but no one was there either.
"Hey, boys?"
Silence. . .
"Where the hell are those two?" Dante thought. He walked back to the living room and upstairs. He went down the hall until he got to the boys' room. He knocked.
"You guys in there?" There was no reply. He opened the door, but saw no Dyne or Tye.
Dante checked the kitchen again, then the bathroom. He even checked the closets and the pantry. The boys weren't around.
"What about my room?" He thought. He walked into his room. "Dyne, are you in here?" Still, no answer.
Dante saw a bottle of his brandy laying on his bed stand. "Damn it, Dyne. If you're going to get into my liquor, at least be smart enough to put it away. . ." Dante thought. He assured himself that the boys probably just went to some party for his absence. Probably stole a bunch of his booze too. He picked up the bottle and walked to the liquor cabinet. As he put it away, he sensed something out of place. . .None of his bottles were gone, but still. . .something was out of place.
Then, it hit him. He turned around and looked at the empty rack over his bed. Wozzy was out of place. Only one person would dare take his sword from its hanging place.
"Dyne. . ." Dante said outloud.
Yep. Dante knew Dyne was the culprit. He was always trying to steal the Force Edge and play with it.
Dante ran out of the room and into the backyard. His little delinquent wasn't there either. Dante sighed and headed back inside, figuring they'd be back soon. Then, they'd be in a world of shit.
As he headed back in, he saw a little note hung on the back door from the outside.
Hello daddy!! If you're reading this, that means I'm in deep feces. I might as well tell you where I went. I'm going to Berail to have one hell of a time. I drug Tye along with me. We'll be sure to bring you home some nice skulls though. I'll be sure to kill a shit load of demons for ya! Love ya, and I hope you ain't too pissed.
*Dyne* (
Dante almost went white. Before he could think of anything else, he was already ready and gone.
He'd never let anything happen to his boys, not now, not ever. If he knew Dyne as well as he thought he did, he'd be getting into as much trouble as he possibly could. Which ment. . .Dante better hurry.
OOOHHH! That's it. Review again. Let me know if I should stop cussing so much or anything. I do like the cussing though, makes the guys look like bad asses, ya know? I don't think I made that much cussing, but some people might be offended, ya know? Now I'll stop sounding like Raijin (I haven't played forever, but I think that's his name.) from FF8 and say good night. Night. . .