I have no idea why I'm carrying on with this…it seems that most people think that this story is a piece of crap anyway. I'm beginning to think it too actually. Anyways, here's Chapter 6. Orissa, Massadas, Arson and Rayne all belong to me and me only. Dante, Trish, Mundus and any other name mentioned in Devil May Cry is not my property. R and R please. More reviews I get, the faster the Chapters will come.

Chapter 6

            Meanwhile, back on Earth, a young man slowly opened his eyes. He yawned sleepily and rolled out of bed, tousled haired and with his eyes still sleep-filled. He bit his lip as he tripped over a loose cable and ended up flat on his face. Muttering and grumbling to himself, he parted the curtains to his window, expecting to be blinded by the light of the sun. He frowned as he realised that it was still dark outside. He looked at his watch. Ten o' clock. He shrugged and then returned to bed, snuggling down under the covers. Five minutes later, the phone rang.

            'Hello?' he croaked.

            'What're you doing?'

            'I was asleep…it's ten o'clock at night and I'm tired.'

            'It's ten o' clock in the morning amigo.'

            'What?'

            'And only babies go to sleep at ten o' clock at night.'

            'I'm gonna be late for class!'

            'Does it matter?'

            'I'll talk to you later, Rayne.' He slammed the phone down and quickly struggled into a red top. He tripped up in the semi darkness before he managed to find a pair of black trousers. As he ran out of his room, he quickly grabbed his black jacket, shrugging into it as fast as he possibly could. As he ran past the door, his chain around his neck got caught on the door handle. He choked and coughed before he managed to untangle it. His eyes caught the red glint of the jewelled amulet. He quickly tucked it into his red top, feeling suddenly more at peace with himself as he felt the cool silver against his skin. It was his only memento of his father. The boy slowly walked into the kitchen, his eyes picking out a note that lay on one of the work surfaces.

            "Arson,

                          Gone out to kick some ass. I think your grandfather may be involved as well. I don't know when I'll be back but I trust you to take care of yourself and be good.

            Trish"

            It was a short note but precise. Arson sighed as he read it twice more and then put it in his bag. He then went outside, feeling unnerved that there was no light. At length, he stopped and then drew out a small wooden splint. Carefully, so as not to draw attention to himself, he lighted it up and held it up in the air. It cast out a warm orange glow. Arson smiled as he saw a familiar figure across the street. He quickly looked at the time and his face fell.

            'Great! I missed class!' he groaned. His friend, Rayne, saw him and started walking in his direction. Arson frowned and quickly looked up.

            'What of it?'

            'I don't want to end up with an attendance record like yours.' Rayne pushed his long hair out of his red rimmed eyes.

            'It's not easy going to class in the day.'

            'Yeah…sorry…I forgot…' Arson smiled, feeling foolish. Rayne looked at him in disbelief.

            'Next you're going to tell me you forgot your heritage.' He suddenly noticed Arson's troubled look. 'What's up?'

            'It's Trish…I can't sense her anywhere.' Rayne said nothing but smiled in that strange curious way of his. It only slightly showed his fangs. Arson sighed.

            'She went last night, right?'

            'Right.'

            'Well she wouldn't be back by now would she?'

            'I guess not…but it's just that normally, even if she's far away, I could sense her energy…but right now…it seems as though she's just disappeared.' Rayne's red eyes suddenly smiled.

            'If Trish isn't here then we can always have some fun.' Arson looked at him doubtfully.

            'What d'you mean?' Rayne sighed in exasperation at his friend's innocence.

            'We could throw a party or something, you geek!' Arson looked at him in outrage.

            'No thanks. Trish put her trust in me and I'm about to keep it. I'm grateful for it. She isn't even related to me and she took me in even then.' Rayne looked at him sharply. Arson never talked about his past unless he couldn't help it.

            'What about your parents? Didn't they let you stay with them? Did they kick you out?'

            'I don't want to talk about it.'

            'They're dead?' Arson nodded slowly, his deep brown eyes filled with sorrow.

            'If Trish's gone, then I'll have absolutely no one left,' he said in a low voice. Rayne rolled his eyes.

            'Arson…you should really get a girl.' Arson frowned at him and then crossed the street, not wishing to talk about it anymore. 'I can fix you up with someone if you want.'

            'And then you can eat them afterwards. No thanks.' Arson sighed sadly to himself and then turned the corner, so then he was out of Rayne's sight. He was suddenly pushed back by someone with a strong hand.

            'You are right to worry…' said a soft voice in his ear. Arson lifted his flare higher and looked around. He could see nothing. He felt someone's cold hands cover his eyes playfully and he could feel the hot breath against his ear and neck as the person continued. 'I know where Trish is…and where your grandfather is too. I can lead you to them.' Arson frowned. The owner of this voice was obviously female. And he had learnt from his grandfather's past one thing; never trust strange women unless they had an effective lie detector kit and two forms of identity. Yet somehow and in more than one occasion, his grandfather had fallen into traps set by women. Arson often wondered about this but had come to no conclusion. Arson slowly raised his hands, extinguishing his torch and placed his hands upon the woman's.

            'Who are you?'

            'My name is Dawn.'

            'How do you know all this?'

            'It's been what my parents have called me ever since I was born. I believe it is my name.' If Arson had his eyes free, he would have rolled them.

            'I mean to say how do you know about Trish? And what about my grandfather?'

            'All cannot be explained here.' Arson slowly rose and pulled the woman's hands away from his face, but he kept a firm hold. He jumped as he heard Rayne's voice. He had just come from around the corner. Rayne whistled in appreciation, as he looked Dawn up and down.

            'Maybe I don't need to fix you up with a date after all!' Arson scowled at him before his eyes moved to look at Dawn.

            'You'll have to ex…' his voice petered out as he took in her appearance. Dawn was clad in all white. The clothes clung to her frame, making her figure more pronounced. Despite this, she was well concealed. Two pairs of deep brown eyes looked into each other.  Arson suddenly realized he'd been staring at her for too long. He quickly averted his eyes but almost immediately, he looked back in her direction. Rayne smiled knowingly and then left. Dawn smiled gently at Arson and Arson found himself smiling back at her.

            'Follow me.'

            'I'll tell you all you need to know.' Arson looked at her from over his shoulder.

            'If you know my grandfather, then know this. I don't fall into traps as easily as him.' Arson smiled dangerously before he padded off down the street. Dawn stared after him before following.

            'I hope you don't. For your sake.'