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The address of my blog. No personal secrets or anything. I was also thinking of changing my pen name to my real name. (shrugs) What do you guys think about it? Gimme an answer in your reviews…if you bother to review this. Arson and Rayne belong to me whereas Dante and Trish and Xy and Lucia do not. Lovely…
Chapter 17
The day was crisp, cold but clear. The sun shone but did not give out any light. Dante stared out of the window, blatantly ignoring the sound of Trish and Lucia yelling at each other at the top of their voices. Xyphos sat with him, a mixture of stunned amusement on her face.
'Don't they ever stop?'
'…no…' sighed Dante resignedly. 'They'll eventually stop…when it actually comes down to the fight that is.' Xyphos pulled a face.
'We have to keep listening to them arguing in the meantime?'
'You have it easy. You don't live here. I do.' Xyphos actually couldn't help but feel sorry for the red clad demon hunter.
Arson too, was finding the whole thing rather taxing. Trish had forced Arson to stay in bed until the day of the actual fight. Lucia however, had other ideas as to which was the best treatment for him.
'You need plenty of exercise!'
'He needs rest! He's had enough exercise!'
'But resting will give him stiff limbs!'
'Exercising will make him too tired! He's just lost a lot of blood you know!'
'In that case, exercise is the best thing he can have!' And so it went on. Trish and Lucia stood at the foot of his bed constantly bickering and fighting. Arson once tried to interrupt but they immediately started yelling louder. Arson had given up and as a last desperate attempt to drown them out, shoved his head under the pillow. It was no surprise it didn't work.
Lucia and Trish were not the only problem. Xyphos also seemed to have lost the magic she had possessed before. No longer could she make him feel happy, and feel as though the struggle of his life had been worth it. For some reason, when Xy came near him, he could only turn away with something akin to anger with himself. Was it revulsion? Arson suddenly knew why it was that he no longer felt able to bond with Xyphos. She was…too much of a demon…too pure a demon…
Arson sighed. Why did he feel so miserable? This wasn't right. Just because he had met someone who was more what he wanted, it didn't mean he could just leave Xy like this…he couldn't. She didn't even know how he felt. That Angel…Ara…he had felt so warm while he had been with her. So loved and calm and peaceful. But with Xy, he always felt some kind of energy coming from her, bubbling about as though ready to burst from her. She was always…there. Always in his face, always asking questions, always bouncing around.
He slowly closed his eyes and rested his head back on the pillows. He breathed out deeply and listened to the sounds of the normal world, the one that lay outside. An ice cream truck drove past, it's cheery tune playing loudly, alerting all the children nearby. Some ignored it and carried on kicking a football around. Arson strained his ears and could even hear the thud of foot against ball. The clinking of Venetian Blinds as the wind ruffled them…and somewhere, in the distance, the mellow sounds of the church bells.
Arson was filled with a sudden longing. How he wished he could be a part of that outside world. Not just to walk amongst it on the way to some mission…but to actually share the same pleasures as those people outside. The people who were normal. Unexpected tears came to his eyes as he thought of all he was denied of having.
He remembered those shows kids would watch on TV…Superman, Spiderman…they all had powers. Funny…he had powers…and he wasn't thrilled at all. It was strange how people often wished to have the things they couldn't. The normal children wanted to be abnormal and have all these "cool" powers…and as for him? Well, he just wanted a chance to roam free without fear of losing control of himself…
Every single day, without letting the others know, he had wished that he could go and see the Church, and see what it looked like inside. Dante had forbidden him, despite one half of him being human…but Dante had said that as he was half demon, it hurt him to set foot upon Holy Ground…Dante had said that he didn't know whether the Hoy Ground would hurt Arson too…he had said he didn't want to risk it.
He wanted…he wanted more then anything else, to feel as though he belonged. Being a half of two opposites had it's drawbacks. He was an outcast where ever he went. The demons hated him and wanted to kill him because of his heavenly bearings. The Angels mostly despised him…but not Ara though…not Ara…
Arson opened his eyes, dreaming about the mysterious Angel who had revived him and had given him back his life. He hadn't noticed that Xy had come into the room. Arson quickly shut his eyes.
Keep silent. Maybe she'll think you're asleep…
'Arson?' Don't speak…don't answer her…she'll go soon… 'Arson, I know you're awake.' Damn.
He was forced to slowly open his eyes. Xy was watching him piercingly. Her face seemed to relax from the hardened expression it had taken on. She actually came and sat down on the bed and put a plate of food on the bedside table. Arson eyed it and wearily looked up at Xyphos.
'So they're feeding me solids now?'
'Yep…no more soup for you.'
'Thank God…' There was an awkward silence. Xy continued to watch him. Arson looked away from her.
'Arson?' He didn't reply. 'Arson.'
'Yes?'
'What's wrong?'
'Nothing…'
'Bull shit.' Arson looked towards her at the unexpected curse. 'Something is wrong with you. Tell me.'
'You won't understand.'
'How can I understand if you won't even try to tell me?' Arson tried to sit up, and managed so with great difficulty.
'Trust me. You won't understand.' Xy furiously stood up, sending the plate crashing down onto the floor. Arson flinched as the plate shattered.
'Talk to me! We used to be so close! But now ever since the attack you've changed!'
'I've changed?'
'Don't make me repeat myself Arson! Stop playing with me like this!' Arson said nothing. 'Tell me what's wrong!'
'Everything is…'
'What do you mean everything is?'
Everything…Dante, Trish, you, me…us…It's wrong that I'm staying here…it's wrong that you're sharing a place with me. Don't you understand? No you don't…it's like a circle. You, Dante, Lucia, Trish…you're all in this circle…and then there's me. I'm outside. Why? Because I don't belong. I'm not like you. I'm not a full demon. I'm an…I'm an opposite.
Xy saw the tears that had started running down Arson's face, and saw the pale shade of grey his face had turned. A sudden stab of realisation hit her in the stomach, winding her.
'It's me…isn't it?' Arson nodded.
'Not just you.'
'…why now?'
'I…I met someone…'
'Who?'
'An Angel…like me.' Xy shrieked with anger.
'You're not an angel!!! You're a demon!'
'I'm not a demon either!'
'Then what are you?'
'I'm a half breed! A mongrel! A hybrid! Call me what you will! I'm no demon!' Xy's eyes narrowed.
'No Arson…you're right…you're not a demon. You're a fool.'
Outside…thunder crashed.