Huh. . .It's been so damn boring, even though I'm back at
school. I wish SOMEONE would hurry up and beat DMC so I could
kill some blades and shadows. . .THAT would make my day. I
think I'll go print out a certain story (involving a very
pricky, assholely sword and my favorite, hot, silver haired half
demon) and pin it up on my wall so I can read it when I fell
like crap. I think I'm almost done. . .well, not really. I
keep thinking of stuff. I'm hoping I'll finish before the
summer vacation. I should. Okay, I'll stop rambling. . .
Chapter 16 Ready? Here I Come!
Dyne sat in Skail's room as Skail searched his closet for some clothes. Skail came out after a few minutes with a thick, black short sleeve shirt and a red trench coat. He sat them on his bed.
"Here you go. This should fit you." Skail said, motioning Dyne to come to the bed.
Dyne stepped next to the bed. He grabbed the shirt and put it on. It fit him quite nicely. He picked up the trenchcoat and began examining it. It was made of soft, thick leather. It was a little bloodstained and definetly worn in. It looked just like Dante's."
"Cool." Dyne said, setting it down and putting on his his gun holster. He fixed his guns comfortably and picked the coat up again. He threw it on, leaving one arm out for his gauntlet. Skail smiled at him.
"You look good in that. Really fits you well."
Dyne dusted it off and stood up straight. He looked at a large, full body mirror that Skail had in his room. The coat looked kickass on him. He smiled and looked back at Skail.
"Hey, where'd you get this thing anyways? Looks like my dad's."
Skail walked over to the bed and plopped down. "Well, Dante gave it to me back when I was a kid."
"Oh. So, you know my old man pretty well, huh? You guys friends?" Dyne asked, looking back to the mirror.
"We aren't exactly friends. Your father saved our clan 21 years ago. I was only 10 years old back then. He and a young friend of his came to our old home to hunt demons, I guess. They wound up helping us instead."
"Kind of like what we've done?" Dyne asked, whipping out his pistols and watching his reflection do the same. He then quickly holstered them again. He continued examining himself; he even tucked his gauntlet arm into the arm of the coat and buttoned it up a little, Auron style. (Hey, he knows what video games are!)
Skail laughed. "I suppose so. . .But your dad did it with a lot more style. You just go slashing things."
"Oh, come on! That's bull shit!" Dyne protested. Skail laughed again.
"I'm just kidding. I didn't think you'd be offended."
Just then, the door opened quietly. Saia came into the room and stood near the door, smiling. Dyne raised an eyebrow to the pretty lady.
"Damn, she's one hell of a babe!" Dyne thought. Saia had long, silky, chestnut brown hair. She had a slender build and was about 5'6". She had beautiful aqua green eyes and a very pretty smile. Dyne noticed that his jaw had dropped a bit, and quickly closed his mouth. The young lady stood with her hands behind her back.
"Um, daddy? Mr. Tye was wondering if he could take a shower here. He wanted me to ask if it was alright." Saia said in a shy voice.
Skail nodded. "Sure. Tell him to make himself at home."
Saia quickly nodded and left the room, her soft hair trailing behind her.
After Dyne thought she was out of earshot, he turned his attention back to Skail.
"Skail, not to be rude or anything, but your daughter is HOT!" Dyne said with a laugh.
Skail laughed, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah."
After a few moments, Skail stood up and began to leave. "Well, you should be off. Dante's waiting for you in the kitchen."
Dyne followed Skail out of the room, his arm still folded like Auron. Skail stopped and looked at him funny.
"Dyne put your arm in that sleeve. You look like a goof." Skail said.
Dyne looked down at his arm. The gauntlet looked way too big to fit through the sleeve of the trenchcoat. He unbuttoned the coat and took his arm out. When he tried to put his arm through, the gauntlet seemed to disappear and allow his arm through.
"Huh, weird." Dyne said as he slipped his arm all the way in and his hand reached the end of the sleeve. Just as he did so, the weapon reappeared over the coat arm. "Hey!" Dyne yelled in surprise. Skail motioned the boy to forget about it and keep walking.
As they continued, Dyne was messing with the gauntlet. He relized that it wasn't coming off. He was tugging at is lightly. There was no clasp or clips or anything to take it off with.
"Oh well. Guess I don't have to worry about losing it." Dyne thought.
The two came to the kitchen, where Dante was waiting. Chris and Tye were also there. As Dyne came in, Tye stood up to leave.
"Well, if you two are going, I'm going to go take a shower, see if I can get this nasty smell off." Tye said, leaving.
Dante began to eye Dyne. "Like your new threads. Skail let you borrow that?" Dante asked, walking toward the boy.
"Yeah." Dyne said, walking past his dad to the chair where his sword was. He grabbed it and sheathed it.
"Okay. Let's go. I'm ready to kick some ass." Dyne said eagerly. He quickly left the kitchen.
Dante watched his son leave with a rather evil grin. The boy definetly had one hell of a blood lust.
"Sometimes, that boy scares me. . ." Dante thought.
Okay, that was short and probably boring, but I'll have the next one up Monday. (Hopefully. . .) Thanks for reading, and don't forget to review.
Chapter 16 Ready? Here I Come!
Dyne sat in Skail's room as Skail searched his closet for some clothes. Skail came out after a few minutes with a thick, black short sleeve shirt and a red trench coat. He sat them on his bed.
"Here you go. This should fit you." Skail said, motioning Dyne to come to the bed.
Dyne stepped next to the bed. He grabbed the shirt and put it on. It fit him quite nicely. He picked up the trenchcoat and began examining it. It was made of soft, thick leather. It was a little bloodstained and definetly worn in. It looked just like Dante's."
"Cool." Dyne said, setting it down and putting on his his gun holster. He fixed his guns comfortably and picked the coat up again. He threw it on, leaving one arm out for his gauntlet. Skail smiled at him.
"You look good in that. Really fits you well."
Dyne dusted it off and stood up straight. He looked at a large, full body mirror that Skail had in his room. The coat looked kickass on him. He smiled and looked back at Skail.
"Hey, where'd you get this thing anyways? Looks like my dad's."
Skail walked over to the bed and plopped down. "Well, Dante gave it to me back when I was a kid."
"Oh. So, you know my old man pretty well, huh? You guys friends?" Dyne asked, looking back to the mirror.
"We aren't exactly friends. Your father saved our clan 21 years ago. I was only 10 years old back then. He and a young friend of his came to our old home to hunt demons, I guess. They wound up helping us instead."
"Kind of like what we've done?" Dyne asked, whipping out his pistols and watching his reflection do the same. He then quickly holstered them again. He continued examining himself; he even tucked his gauntlet arm into the arm of the coat and buttoned it up a little, Auron style. (Hey, he knows what video games are!)
Skail laughed. "I suppose so. . .But your dad did it with a lot more style. You just go slashing things."
"Oh, come on! That's bull shit!" Dyne protested. Skail laughed again.
"I'm just kidding. I didn't think you'd be offended."
Just then, the door opened quietly. Saia came into the room and stood near the door, smiling. Dyne raised an eyebrow to the pretty lady.
"Damn, she's one hell of a babe!" Dyne thought. Saia had long, silky, chestnut brown hair. She had a slender build and was about 5'6". She had beautiful aqua green eyes and a very pretty smile. Dyne noticed that his jaw had dropped a bit, and quickly closed his mouth. The young lady stood with her hands behind her back.
"Um, daddy? Mr. Tye was wondering if he could take a shower here. He wanted me to ask if it was alright." Saia said in a shy voice.
Skail nodded. "Sure. Tell him to make himself at home."
Saia quickly nodded and left the room, her soft hair trailing behind her.
After Dyne thought she was out of earshot, he turned his attention back to Skail.
"Skail, not to be rude or anything, but your daughter is HOT!" Dyne said with a laugh.
Skail laughed, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah."
After a few moments, Skail stood up and began to leave. "Well, you should be off. Dante's waiting for you in the kitchen."
Dyne followed Skail out of the room, his arm still folded like Auron. Skail stopped and looked at him funny.
"Dyne put your arm in that sleeve. You look like a goof." Skail said.
Dyne looked down at his arm. The gauntlet looked way too big to fit through the sleeve of the trenchcoat. He unbuttoned the coat and took his arm out. When he tried to put his arm through, the gauntlet seemed to disappear and allow his arm through.
"Huh, weird." Dyne said as he slipped his arm all the way in and his hand reached the end of the sleeve. Just as he did so, the weapon reappeared over the coat arm. "Hey!" Dyne yelled in surprise. Skail motioned the boy to forget about it and keep walking.
As they continued, Dyne was messing with the gauntlet. He relized that it wasn't coming off. He was tugging at is lightly. There was no clasp or clips or anything to take it off with.
"Oh well. Guess I don't have to worry about losing it." Dyne thought.
The two came to the kitchen, where Dante was waiting. Chris and Tye were also there. As Dyne came in, Tye stood up to leave.
"Well, if you two are going, I'm going to go take a shower, see if I can get this nasty smell off." Tye said, leaving.
Dante began to eye Dyne. "Like your new threads. Skail let you borrow that?" Dante asked, walking toward the boy.
"Yeah." Dyne said, walking past his dad to the chair where his sword was. He grabbed it and sheathed it.
"Okay. Let's go. I'm ready to kick some ass." Dyne said eagerly. He quickly left the kitchen.
Dante watched his son leave with a rather evil grin. The boy definetly had one hell of a blood lust.
"Sometimes, that boy scares me. . ." Dante thought.
Okay, that was short and probably boring, but I'll have the next one up Monday. (Hopefully. . .) Thanks for reading, and don't forget to review.