WWOOOHHHOO!!!!!!!!! I KILLED THAT BITCH!! (You know who I'm
talking about!) Well, it really wasn't that hard. (I feel
really stupid for being so paranoid. . .) I lost track of time
while playing and accidently played until 4:30. . .I didn't
get to sleep until 5:30. I only go 3 hours of sleep last night.
. .Damn. . .guess I'm going in early tonight. Anyways. . .on to
chapter 14.
Chapter 14 You've Got Some Explaining to Do. . .
Dyne sat against the wall, staring at his angry father. Dante's blue eyes pierced into Dynes own. He knew that he was going to be in deep shit. He smirked. Not a very good thing to do, considering his situation.
"So, are you gonna kill me?" Dyne asked stupidly. Dante had had half a thought to slap him upside the head again, but reconsidered. He just sighed, stood up slowly, and began pacing in front of the boy. Dyne watched him, an excited smile across his face.
"No. I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of death. Besides, I wouldn't kill my own son." Dante answered sarcasticly. He stepped closer to Dyne and bent down. He had his face only inches in front of Dyne's.
"Now, explain to me what the hell you're doing here. AND I want to know what happeded to the fucking bronco."
Dyne scrunched his nose. "Man, you need to a tic-tac dad." Dante hadn't really had the time to clean up after his last mission. . .He smelt like sweat, blood, and apparently bad breath. Dante popped Dyne in the head.
"Don't be a smartass!!" Dante yelled. Dyne snickered and sat indian style.
Dyne ended up explaining what had happened after many smartass remarks and wacks upside the head. He seemed in an exquisite mood. Dante saw nothing to be happy about.
"Dyne, I've told you before not to run off. You would have been dead if it wasn't for my showing up. . ."
Dyne yawned. He hated lectures. Unfortunatly, he tended to get them a lot. His right leg was going numb from sitting crosslegged for so long. It had taken him an hour or so to complete his explaination. Dante was droning on about how lucky Dyne was and basically just bitching him out. Now Dyne's leg was completely asleep and the other one was headed that way too. His stomach was growling ferociously since he hadn't eaten for hours now. Dante finally finished his speech, which Dyne had not listened to. He continued smiling at his father.
Dante sighed. He knew that the boy hadn't listened, he never did. Dyne was almost impossible to control, even for Dante. No matter what punishment Dante would give him, he'd continue being a pain in the ass. He had the patience for Dynes ways, but most people couldn't stand to be around him for more than five minutes without wanting to kick his ass. He figured it was futile to continue trying to drill any sense into the boy's dense head. He paced in front of Dyne again.
"Come on. Let's get out of this dump." Dante said motioning for Dyne to get up. Dyne didn't move. "What's wrong? You haven't healed yet? Come on get up boy." Dyne put out his arm.
"I would, but my legs are asleep, I can't move them. . ." Dyne said smirking.
Dante helped him up. Dyne stood weakly and tried walking around. He stopped walking, he couldn't stant the feeling of his legs tingling. Everyone knows how it feels to have your legs go to sleep. Well, his were really bad off; it was driving him insane! Dyne whined as he hopped to the wall. His left leg wasn't so bad off, he could stand to walk on it. He viciously kicked the wall with his worse leg, grunting and whining. Dante stood, hands on his hips, watching the boy.
"And he wants to follow in my footsteps?" Dante thought. He began to laugh when Dyne began punching his own leg. After a few minutes of agonizing tingling, Dyne stopped his ridiculous flailing and looked at Dante. Dante smirked. Dyne gave his father the exact same smirk back. He looked around the room and at his own body. He noticed that he was completely drenched from head to toe in drying, sticky blood.
"Ew. Blood stinks." Dyne said. Dante knodded.
"Well, let's go. Are you ready?" Dante asked. Dyne walked over to where the demons had dragged his sword. He picked it up and sheathed it on his back.
"Okay. I'm ready. How do you plan to get out of here though? The doors won't budge and there are spells on them."
Dante laughed. "Don't worry. I gotcha covered." Dante went into his Devil Trigger state and motioned for Dyne to come over to him. Dyne cautiously walked over to him.
"Grab on." Dante commanded. Dyne grabbed his father and held on tight. The devil Dante spread his wings out.
"Wooh. . .Cool, wish I had those." Dyne said, mesmerized. He'd never seen Dante's trigger. Dante lept into the air. After a few flaps of his wings, they were through the hole in the ceiling. Dyne jumped off onto the floor. Dante landed next to him and came out of his trigger. The two stood silently for a few moments. Dante shifted around and Dyne looked up at him. He noticed that his dad was staring at the gauntlet on his arm. Dyne hadn't told him about the demon spirit and the gauntlet. Dante pointed at the thing.
"What the hell is that?" Dante asked. Dyne held his left arm up so that Dante could get a better look at it.
"Oh, some demon spirit gave it to me. He told me to use its powers or something like that." Dyne explained. "Check this out." Dyne made the spikes and blades come out. Dante knodded.
"Cool. Better take good care of it, you hear?"
"Aw, don't worry. It'll be fine in my hands. . ."
"Yeah, that's what I'm worried about." Dante scoffed. "I really don't think you're ready to be a demon hunter."
Dyne seemed a little offended. Dante wasn't to keen of Dynes abilities. He still thought he was just a kid.
"Come on, let's get going." Dante said, heading to a window. "I'll take you back to where those people you told me about live. You don't need to be here anymore. I'll find Tye and bring him back too. You boys just let me take care of the rest."
Dyne hadn't told Dante that the people were part of the Wolf clan. He also hadn't told him about the amount of money that that weird guy was going to pay them either. He'd obviously left out some details while explaining himself.
Dyne fumed about his father's thoughts of him. He felt that he deserved some recognition for his fight earlier, along with the fact that he'd been brave enough to come here in the first place.
"I'll show you. . .I'm a fine demon hunter. You'll see. . ."
I guess that's it. I'm gonna get some coffee and tea today. Then I can type as much as I want!!!!! There's just one little problem. . .I think I'm getting writers block. . . *whimpers* (dum, dum, dum!!!) Review.
Chapter 14 You've Got Some Explaining to Do. . .
Dyne sat against the wall, staring at his angry father. Dante's blue eyes pierced into Dynes own. He knew that he was going to be in deep shit. He smirked. Not a very good thing to do, considering his situation.
"So, are you gonna kill me?" Dyne asked stupidly. Dante had had half a thought to slap him upside the head again, but reconsidered. He just sighed, stood up slowly, and began pacing in front of the boy. Dyne watched him, an excited smile across his face.
"No. I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of death. Besides, I wouldn't kill my own son." Dante answered sarcasticly. He stepped closer to Dyne and bent down. He had his face only inches in front of Dyne's.
"Now, explain to me what the hell you're doing here. AND I want to know what happeded to the fucking bronco."
Dyne scrunched his nose. "Man, you need to a tic-tac dad." Dante hadn't really had the time to clean up after his last mission. . .He smelt like sweat, blood, and apparently bad breath. Dante popped Dyne in the head.
"Don't be a smartass!!" Dante yelled. Dyne snickered and sat indian style.
Dyne ended up explaining what had happened after many smartass remarks and wacks upside the head. He seemed in an exquisite mood. Dante saw nothing to be happy about.
"Dyne, I've told you before not to run off. You would have been dead if it wasn't for my showing up. . ."
Dyne yawned. He hated lectures. Unfortunatly, he tended to get them a lot. His right leg was going numb from sitting crosslegged for so long. It had taken him an hour or so to complete his explaination. Dante was droning on about how lucky Dyne was and basically just bitching him out. Now Dyne's leg was completely asleep and the other one was headed that way too. His stomach was growling ferociously since he hadn't eaten for hours now. Dante finally finished his speech, which Dyne had not listened to. He continued smiling at his father.
Dante sighed. He knew that the boy hadn't listened, he never did. Dyne was almost impossible to control, even for Dante. No matter what punishment Dante would give him, he'd continue being a pain in the ass. He had the patience for Dynes ways, but most people couldn't stand to be around him for more than five minutes without wanting to kick his ass. He figured it was futile to continue trying to drill any sense into the boy's dense head. He paced in front of Dyne again.
"Come on. Let's get out of this dump." Dante said motioning for Dyne to get up. Dyne didn't move. "What's wrong? You haven't healed yet? Come on get up boy." Dyne put out his arm.
"I would, but my legs are asleep, I can't move them. . ." Dyne said smirking.
Dante helped him up. Dyne stood weakly and tried walking around. He stopped walking, he couldn't stant the feeling of his legs tingling. Everyone knows how it feels to have your legs go to sleep. Well, his were really bad off; it was driving him insane! Dyne whined as he hopped to the wall. His left leg wasn't so bad off, he could stand to walk on it. He viciously kicked the wall with his worse leg, grunting and whining. Dante stood, hands on his hips, watching the boy.
"And he wants to follow in my footsteps?" Dante thought. He began to laugh when Dyne began punching his own leg. After a few minutes of agonizing tingling, Dyne stopped his ridiculous flailing and looked at Dante. Dante smirked. Dyne gave his father the exact same smirk back. He looked around the room and at his own body. He noticed that he was completely drenched from head to toe in drying, sticky blood.
"Ew. Blood stinks." Dyne said. Dante knodded.
"Well, let's go. Are you ready?" Dante asked. Dyne walked over to where the demons had dragged his sword. He picked it up and sheathed it on his back.
"Okay. I'm ready. How do you plan to get out of here though? The doors won't budge and there are spells on them."
Dante laughed. "Don't worry. I gotcha covered." Dante went into his Devil Trigger state and motioned for Dyne to come over to him. Dyne cautiously walked over to him.
"Grab on." Dante commanded. Dyne grabbed his father and held on tight. The devil Dante spread his wings out.
"Wooh. . .Cool, wish I had those." Dyne said, mesmerized. He'd never seen Dante's trigger. Dante lept into the air. After a few flaps of his wings, they were through the hole in the ceiling. Dyne jumped off onto the floor. Dante landed next to him and came out of his trigger. The two stood silently for a few moments. Dante shifted around and Dyne looked up at him. He noticed that his dad was staring at the gauntlet on his arm. Dyne hadn't told him about the demon spirit and the gauntlet. Dante pointed at the thing.
"What the hell is that?" Dante asked. Dyne held his left arm up so that Dante could get a better look at it.
"Oh, some demon spirit gave it to me. He told me to use its powers or something like that." Dyne explained. "Check this out." Dyne made the spikes and blades come out. Dante knodded.
"Cool. Better take good care of it, you hear?"
"Aw, don't worry. It'll be fine in my hands. . ."
"Yeah, that's what I'm worried about." Dante scoffed. "I really don't think you're ready to be a demon hunter."
Dyne seemed a little offended. Dante wasn't to keen of Dynes abilities. He still thought he was just a kid.
"Come on, let's get going." Dante said, heading to a window. "I'll take you back to where those people you told me about live. You don't need to be here anymore. I'll find Tye and bring him back too. You boys just let me take care of the rest."
Dyne hadn't told Dante that the people were part of the Wolf clan. He also hadn't told him about the amount of money that that weird guy was going to pay them either. He'd obviously left out some details while explaining himself.
Dyne fumed about his father's thoughts of him. He felt that he deserved some recognition for his fight earlier, along with the fact that he'd been brave enough to come here in the first place.
"I'll show you. . .I'm a fine demon hunter. You'll see. . ."
I guess that's it. I'm gonna get some coffee and tea today. Then I can type as much as I want!!!!! There's just one little problem. . .I think I'm getting writers block. . . *whimpers* (dum, dum, dum!!!) Review.