I really am pleased that I have been getting some reviews for this. From what I've figured out, the humour fics always seem to get more reviews then these serious ones…so I'm thrilled and happy that I've got as many as I have. Thank you to everyone.
I realise that perhaps Chapter 15 got messed up. I really have no idea what happened…Ara's speech was all meant to be in italics, even in that first paragraph…but for some reason…it did not work as planned.
I also didn't write any welcome or ending notes. So here they are now. ^_^
Dante, Trish and Xyphos do not belong to me. I would love to have Dante as my own best friend…but it is not going to happen. Instead I shall have to make do with my own characters. Acedeca belongs to me…and so does Arson. ^_^ I hate to have to bring this up, but it is a sad fact that after this fiction is done, there will be no more Arson, apart from Havoc In The House. I think perhaps everyone is getting annoyed with my OC with him being as annoyingly cute or angsty or just plain annoying so it's time I give him a rest.
As to what he's going to do in his spare time, scares me. I sure hope he won't try to set up a strawberry farm or something equally as pointless…
Without further ado, here is Chapter 16…please read and review. Thank you.
Chapter 16
Trish stayed by Arson throughout the night, as did Xyphos. Dante was already up and about, seemingly unconcerned about his grandson's health. Arson luckily, did not have a fever, but he was still extremely weak from the amount of blood he had lost.
Xyphos looked towards Trish in curiosity.
'Why didn't we just take Arson to the hospital?' she said. Trish shook her head to show she didn't want to answer her and that she wasn't in the mood. Xyphos continued to pester her all the same. 'Trish? It would have been a lot more easier for us if we had just taken him to the hospital you know…'
The expression on Trish's face would have made even Dante silent.
'Arson doesn't seem to have an ounce of human blood in him.'
'So?'
'So he needed a blood transfusion and they would have said….if they took a sample of his blood…and found out that it was…abnormal…they'd start to wonder.' Xy sighed and nodded.
'But what if-'
'He won't lose more blood.' Xy blinked, seeing how snappy she was.
'Is something wrong?'
'No.'
'But-'
'Nothing's wrong, okay? Jeez…' Xyphos pouted slightly and turned back to look at Arson.
'…He looks so pale…is he going to be okay?'
'Stop with the questions already!!!' cried Trish, standing up abruptly. Xy shrank down. Trish looked at her and sighed before sitting down. 'I'm sorry…I'm just jumpy I guess…' Xy didn't say anything but looked fixedly at Arson as he slept. At length, she decided to talk.
'Why are you so jumpy?'
'Because of the person that Dante's called up…'
'…who is it?'
'Never you mind,' she snapped again. Xyphos shrank down yet again. Arson stirred painfully and opened his eyes before smiling at the two. He stopped when he saw Trish's agitation stamped on her face.
'Trish…' Her face softened slightly as she looked down at him.
'How are you feeling?' Arson's eyes drooped close slightly.
'Tired…dizzy…' Xyphos seemed to loom into his vision. He blinked slowly, trying to clear his vision. He struggled to sit up but then failed, flopping back down on his bed, breathing heavily. Xyphos gently hold of his hand and smiled at him.
'Arson…don't try to get up just yet…okay? You just need to relax. You lost a lot of blood.' Arson nodded, knowing this but tried to raise his head again. Trish shook her head and grabbed hold of a pitcher of juice that was standing nearby.
'Just try and drink a little of this. Don't take too much though. The last thing we need is you getting sick because of liquid.' Xyphos backed off and watched interestedly as Trish held a cup to Arson's mouth, helping him to sip from it. After he had drank a little, she held it away. Xyphos had always wondered whether Arson had no need for drink. She knew how the water affected him, and she wondered whether drink affected him in the same way. Apparently so. She felt herself fill up with pity for the hybrid.
Arson rested himself back down but watched Trish through half closed eyes.
'What's wrong?' Trish glared at him. Arson matched her gaze with a weak one. Trish sighed.
'What's with all the questions?'
'We're worried about you…' whispered Arson. 'I just want to know what's wrong.' Trish sighed and then saw that she had no escape from the probing questions. 'Dante called up someone to help out with this Acedeca problem. To be quite honest, I'm not happy about it.'
'Who is he?'
'She.' Arson quirked his eyebrows, much in the same way Dante did. Trish saw this and couldn't hide a smile.
'Ah,' said Arson simply.
'It's not like that, Arson.'
'Okay, so why don't you like her?'
'Because…well…' Trish glared at him again and abruptly left the room. Arson sighed and shook his head.
'I guess we'll have to wait until later…' he murmured to himself softly. Xyphos nodded her agreement.
'She's been acting strange all day.'
'That's not like her…she has an attitude…but not that much of one…' Arson shivered slightly and burrowed down under the covers. Xyphos looked at him in concern.
'Are you okay?'
'Mmm…'
'Arson…'
'I'm tired…It'll pass…'
'You heard what Trish said. You need your rest.'
'What I need…is some vital stars…not rest…' Xyphos sighed and shook her head with exasperation. Arson was getting more and more like Dante sometimes. The way he quirked his eyebrows, his facial expressions and sometimes, even the phrases he used. Despite the hair and eye colour, Arson had the name Sparda practically written on his face. Arson smiled at her drowsily, his eyes drooping. Xy smiled and gently ran her fingers through his hair. A minute later, Arson was fast asleep.
Trish grabbed a short leather jacket and her car keys before heading out of the building. Dante watched her go and shook his head quietly. He supposed, that he could have tried to ask someone else for help…but the fact was he never got too close to anyone. Asking for help would have sounded strange from him. In fact, the word "help" sounded as though an alien was saying it when the word came from his mouth. Dante had never needed much assistance, or so he liked to think.
But now, as he thought to himself, he had needed help. Trish had helped him during his time on Mallet Island. Trish had saved his sorry ass once when Mundus had tried to kill Dante once and for all. Had it not been for Trish suddenly jumping into the way to push him from harm, and had he not seen Trish lying in his arms as still as death, perhaps then he would have never had enough anger, energy and grief to turn into that full blooded demon.
Dante eventually dozed off, but awoke again to hear Trish grumbling under her breath and stomping back into the building. He heard two or three bags slam heavily into the wooden floor. He decided then and there that he should go and investigate.
Trish was standing near the kitchen, two heavy bags at her feet. Dante turned around to see who it was Trish was glaring at. Dante quirked his eyebrows and barely suppressed one of his famous smirks.
A woman was standing at the doorway, looking about looking not the least bit perturbed by the skulls that decorated the walls. Red hair covered one emerald green eye, the loose pony tail drooping onto her shoulder. Dante took a moment to note Trish's angry face once more before he walked up to Lucia, nodding at her formally.
Arson also emerged out of the room he was in, supported by a curious Xyphos. All four stared at the newcomer. Lucia looked at Arson in bewilderment and frowned at Dante, seeing the similarity between the two faces. Dante said nothing but looked out of the window distantly again.
'There's not much time for questions. Soon someone's going to die.' Dante looked grim faced as he continued to watch the surroundings of the building. The question was, would Acedeca perish? Or would they?
That's it for now. I might be a while trying to update my other two fics. The reason being because quite frankly I'm still not feeling very funny at all. Just tired and depressed and all…I guess that's how I'm probably churning out all this stuff…whatever the case…I'm sorry…