The heat doesn't help much either. What happened England? Did you swap weather with Barbados??? ENGLAND IS HOTTER THAN IN BARBADOS!!! That can't be right! England is fabled to be a cold place all through the year…but NOW the heat wave strikes…37 degrees Celsius!!! England don't do this to me!!! Wah!
Ahem…yeah…so…Oh Just read the chapter, okay? -_-;;
Chapter 13
Strange noises…someone coughing…the sound of steel…Arson slowly opened his eyes and raised his aching head. His vision was still swimming.
'You might want to rest your head back down for a second,' said a familiar voice. Arson did as was asked, closing his eyes, but a grateful smile on his face.
'Grandfather…' His eyes snapped open again, and he looked around. He was in a weapon room of sorts, some room he had never ever seen before in his life. His twin blades were resting by his side. But he hadn't been here before he had been sent to the other world. He had been in his apartment. He sat up quickly, causing his head to throb again.
'Shit…' he growled. 'What the hell am I doing here?' Dante turned to look at Arson. There was something different about him, but he couldn't quite place it. Dante shrugged.
'You're back.'
'I realise that!' he snapped. 'But before I was with Xyphos.'
'For a whole day you were out cold. Your body had died because you were gone. I couldn't just let Trish and Xyphos see you when you looked dead,' said Dante gruffly. Arson said nothing but then sighed. He suddenly stiffened.
'So, you feel it too,' said Dante, without looking in his direction. Secretly he was impressed. Arson's senses had become a lot sharper than before. He was becoming more and more like someone else…but who?
'…what is it?'
'His name is Acedeca. I don't know where he came from, or anything like that. But Sparda told me that-'
'Sparda…' Arson's eyes narrowed. 'You know, Dante. Sparda's not as great as you think he is.' Dante frowned, though Arson couldn't see.
'What?' Arson shook his head bitterly.
'He might be a legend…but he wasn't that great of a person…' Dante narrowed his eyes slightly, angry that Arson was even talking about his own father in such a way. But Arson would know…wouldn't he? After all, he had been sucked into the world that Sparda had made up for him…God knows what horrors he had encountered. Somehow, a part of him knew that it was only wise not to ask Arson about it. He didn't seem worse for it…in fact…he seemed more of an adult. It was almost as though there was something hardened about him. That was it…Dante suddenly realised what was so different. The Arson of old would have probably started crying at the sight of his grandfather. But not anymore.
The hybrid slowly got up, stretching his limbs and muscles. At length, he smiled thinly.
'Well…looks like I'm back. So, tell me more about this Acedeca person then.'
Can't you feel the power? The power that burns over and over? It's limitless. Can it ever be stopped? Even with the "rookie", they can't match the power. They still need to find someone else. But who? Arson spun around quickly, trying to search out the voice that had sounded in his head. Dante had left the room a long time ago, to find Trish and Xyphos and to tell them that Arson had returned. But now these voices were beginning to sound in his mind. Was he going crazy?
He heard a cackle from somewhere to his right. He turned towards the sound quickly, but his eyes met only Sparda. The voice had not been the sword's though. So what was it? And how come he had never heard these voices before.
He growled, suddenly realising. Of course, the weapons around here were talking amongst themselves. Too bad they didn't know exactly what he was, and who he was related to.
I don't know whether they'll be able to gather the mind to find someone else. Another hunter as great as they? The Sparda clan is arrogant! They will meet their demise because of it!
You've never had much of a liking for the family name, have you?
Considering I tried to stab the silver haired one in the chest…no. I would have succeeded too…such a pity. Arson knew instantly who this one was. Alastor. Dante had constantly told Arson about that little encounter where Dante had ended up being pinned to the ground, a sword impaling him. Arson had just about heard enough of this. Thinking unwisely he picked up the blade by the hilt.
Electrical shocks ran through his body, almost causing him to cry out in pain. He hissed out his frustration and gritted his teeth. If Dante found out what the hell he was up to-which even he didn't know-then he would never hear the end of it! At length, he dropped the sword., which gave vent to another cackle. Arson's eyes hardened as he heard the strange sound.
'Don't talk about him like that!'
The sword only cackled, causing Arson to pick it up again. Once again the pain attacked him, blinding his vision. It was like some little animal trying to scratch his brain out. But still he did not cry out. At last, the pain stopped. Alastor had been subdued.
'So this must be the one that Sparda talks about,' said another, deeper voice. It came from the direction of two gauntlets that were surrounded by fire. Arson dropped Alastor again, panting heavily but then he calmed his breathing.
'He has no reason to…Ifrit.' Arson couldn't believe what he was doing. He was talking to an inanimate object…which just happened to have a spirit. He narrowed his eyes slightly before dropping the sword again. Alastor fell hard on the stone floor, clanging metallically. Arson shook his head.
'I've had enough of this!' he said angrily before storming out of the room. Ifrit's deep voice sounded again.
'He may have had enough…but even so, nothing will stop him from having more.'
Dante looked up at Arson as he came downstairs.
'I thought I told you to rest.'
'Yeah well…kind of hard to when I hear voices in my head.'
'You mean the spirits of my weapons.' Arson said nothing for a while.
'Dante.' Dante raised his eyebrows, secretly relieved that Arson had stopped calling him "Gran'pa", "Grandfather" and the like. 'I'm not fighting with you.'
'What?'
'You heard me. I don't like to repeat myself.'
'You have to fight with us.'
'I don't have to do anything. You can find someone else.'
'That means having to find two people. A replacement for you…and…'
'That's your problem.'
'Arson?' Dante looked at him questioningly.
'You made the mistake of simply assuming that I want to fight. I don't even want to be a demon!'
'Yeah well you are whether you like it or not.'
'This is one thing I do have a choice over. I'm not fighting.' Arson left, slamming the door shut. Dante frowned. Someone's had an attitude adjustment he thought to himself numbly. The second thing he thought of was less light-hearted. Now who could they count on?
No one was expecting this. I guess Arson got pissed off and the stress finally bubbled over. (shrugs) So who DO they count on? Find out next time.