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going to go on with this, I just hope I can get better soon, because I
don't think anyone's wanting to read it. . .But hey, thanks for the reviews
I did get.
Chapter 16
Schala waited at the roof, looking down the stairs Dante had gone down. She knew he had gone into the holy water after the antidote, but he had already been gone for over five minutes. She kept glancing ever so often at the sun. To her it seemed like it was taking forever to set. She knew there wasn't much time left before Demi would be incurable. There was an odd, cold feeling of anxiety in the pit of her stomach, and she left Demi's side for a moment to pace around in hopes to ebb the feeling.
"What if he doesn't get back in time?" She thought to herself. "What if Demi dies?" She continued pacing, looking from the ground, to the sun, to Demi, and to the stairway over and over again. "Come on Dante . . ."
Schala jumped when she heard a small noise come from Demi. He was breathing heavily still, but seemed to be trying to say something. She thought she heard a quiet 'mu' or something of that sort.
"Is he dreaming, or trying to say something to me?" She thought, staring down at Demi's pale, limp body. She came closer and bent down next to him. "D-Demi?" She asked in a dry, concerned voice. "A-are you alright?" It was a stupid question and she knew it, but she just wanted to see if he'd try to talk again.
Demi turned his head weakly around in an attempt to look at Schala. He didn't open his eyes, probably too exhausted to do so. He tried speaking. "W . . .whe . . .where's . . .Dah . . ." He whimpered softly, barely audible. Schala tried reassuring him.
"Dante? H-he's getting you some medicine. Don't worry, he'll be back soon." She told him, a sympathetic look on her face. She couldn't help but pity the boy. "He must be in so much pain. . ." She thought, snapping her head around for another glance at the sun. It was just beginning to set. Schala bit her lip, wondering impatiently what was taking Dante so long.
A moment later, Dante came barreling up the stairs, sopping wet. His hair hung heavily in his face, and his clothes did the same to his body. As his feet hit the landing, he wheeled around to face Schala and Demitri, a small vial clenched in his fist. Schala looked up at him with a relieved face, motioning for him to hurry.
Dante knew it had taken him quite some time to find the antidote. It had sunken all the way to the bottom of the lake, but it took a while to search the area to actually find it. Now he tromped over to Demi and knelled down, feeling Demi's face. He pulled it back suddenly at the icy feeling of Demi's skin even through his wet glove.
Dante proceeded to act quickly, uncorking the vial with his teeth. However, he stopped after that, wondering exactly how they were supposed to administer the antidote. It didn't matter. He'd just have to hope he was doing it right. He moved so that he could get Demi's head in his lap and put the vial to Demi's already partially opened mouth. He tilted the bottle back, letting the contents flow smoothly into Demi's mouth. Demi protested very little, nut swallowed it.
Dante sat there, holding his breath, waiting to see the effects of the antidote. He hoped that he'd given it to his properly as anxiety twisted his stomach. He watched Demi's face for any sign of improvement and listened carefully to his breathing, which since he'd left had become soft, raspy labored breathing rather than loud and hard swallows of air.
Finally, after five long minutes, Dante sighed with relief as he felt Demi's body temperature rise slightly under the palm of his hand as he raised it to check his temperature again. He and Schala looked at each other, both sporting the same relieved faces. Dante stared up at Schala's attractive face a bit too long and turned quickly to look back at Demi, whose face was gaining color. Unfortunately for Dante, so was his, so he kept his face covered with his droopy hair, feeling Schala's eye's staring at the back of his head. He wiped his face with his cold, wet glove, trying to cool his face.
Schala just smiled, wondering what Dante was thinking.
*****
Kaos growled slightly as the hot rag dabbed at the scrape on his arm. He leered up at his tormenter, a tall, lean, brown haired woman with the most brilliant turquoise eyes. "Would you just leave it the hell alone? It'll cure up by itself." Kaos growled again.
"I'd really wish you'd stop getting into fights like those." She replied, soaking the rag in a pot of steaming water and putting it back to Kaos's arm. This time he pushed it away and laid down on his cot.
"Well, they don't keep my wounds from healing up, so leave them alone. You know how it is." He said roughly, staring at his hand.
The woman chunked the rag back into the water, sending it splashing. Kaos put his arm over his face as the near boiling water flew at him. Quite agitated, the woman looked at Kaos. "First you go and pick a fight with Dante Sparda, then, right after he nearly kills you, you run off and take your anger out on some msira's!"
Kaos smirked, interrupting. "Actually, I wouldn't waste my time with msira's. I went for the stronger, bigger breeds of them . . ."
The woman stared at him viciously, trying to ignore his words. "You're lucky Dante and that Kiyashi girl didn't kill you. If it had been it the other side of the chest, it would have killed you!"
Kaos felt the left side of his chest, where the arrow had punctured. She was right. He thanked having the birth defect of having his heart on the right side of his chest . . . He rubbed his arm where he'd been slashed by a demon and growled.
"I'll be fine . . ." Kaos growled again, staring at the ceiling. The woman bent close to him and put her warm hand on his rather cool cheek.
"Do you want to die, is that it?" She asked gloomily.
Kaos squirmed uncomfortably at the question. "Er . . ." He groaned softly, staring now into the woman's face. He looked away and to the side. " . . .no.. ." It was a lie and she knew it just as well as he did. "Look . . .Beryl . . ." He began, but was cut off as Beryl brought her face even closer to his.
"Kaos. . .you know I don't want you to die. . ."
"Yeah. . .I know. . ."
With that, Beryl wrapped her arms around Kaos, hugging him securely. She spoke to him in a timid voice that seemed almost at a breaking point. "Then why? Why do you continue fight like this? You'll end up dead . . ." For a moment, Kaos said nothing, only laid there, staring at the pot of steaming water to his side. He finally turned and looked back up at Beryl.
"I. . ." He had no answer. He knew quite well that Beryl wanted him to stay alive, but he himself didn't really want to live sometimes. He wasn't brave enough to just kill himself, though. Only one person kept him from wanting to die more that he did now. One precious thing to him, and it was now at his side hugging him as he stared up at her. Kaos closed his eyes, sighing deeply and hugged Beryl back. "I won't die. . .I promise. . ."
Kaos felt Beryl's warm lips touch his in a kiss and opened his eyes. He held her there with him as they kissed, feeling much more at ease.
There was a small sound in front of Kaos, but he couldn't see past Beryl's head. He heard a rather disgusted sigh behind her and let loose of Beryl, looking over to the doorway, where a figure stood in the murky lighting.
"Is that really necessary now? Come off it you two."
Kaos screwed up his eyes until he could make out that the figure was Merin, who was holding his side and coming more into the room. Kaos leered at him loathfully.
"What do you want?" He snapped harshly as Beryl came away from his side.
Merin barely shrugged and grinned. "Just thought I'd let you know. . .Dante beat me."
Kaos looked at him curiously. "What? When did this happen?"
Merin looked around and came fully into the room, followed by the skulking figure of Ori. "Well, I'd say about ten minutes ago. Really tore me up. . ." As he spoke the last sentence, he dropped down into a small chair that stood in the more lit part of the room.
Kaos could see now that Merin's upper body was drenched with blood. His jacket gleamed with the sticky liquid and was rather tattered around the shoulders and chest area. Merin shrugged the jacket off painfully and coughed, spraying blood in front of him and onto Ori, who was standing in front of him, trying to help him. Ori took Merin's jacket from him and bent down to face level with him.
"A-are you okay, sir?" Ori asked, in a frightened, concerned voice.
Merin wanted to slap the little peon silly and scream at him for asking such a stupid question, but couldn't find the strength to do so. He just brought his foot up and onto Ori's chest, pushing him away harshly. "Go away . . ." He groaned sharply, getting annoyed with Ori's mere presence.
Frowning, Ori sat Merin's jacket down and slowly turned around, slinking out of the room, closing the door behind him. Merin listened carefully until Ori's footsteps were no longer audible.
"Annoying little git . . ." He growled, slouching miserably into the chair. He closed his eyes, concentrating his energy to heal himself.
"Give the guy a chance, would ya? He just doesn't know what to do with himself . . ." Kaos said, defending Ori. He didn't really care too much for the runt either, but he tried to give him a chance. Sometimes though, he just felt like biting the little pisser's throat out.
Merin laughed softly. "A chance? Don't count on it. I'd go ape shit trying to be nice to him. He's like a lonely dog that won't go away." Merin hopped up, completely healed now. "I'm going to get washed up. What're you going to do?"
Kaos shrugged. "Maybe I'll try to take on Dante again."
Beryl gasped. "Kaos! No!" She yelled.
Kaos shrugged again. "If I wanna go, you ain't stopping me. Besides, I know my limits with him. Do you really think I'd just let him kill me?"
Beryl was silent now staring down at the floor. She had her hand clenched tightly into fists. She knew exactly how Kaos thought. She wouldn't be the least bit surprised if he decided to just let Dante kill him. She grabbed Kaos's arm and hugged close to him.
"If you die, I won't forgive you . . ." She said, her voice ready to crack with fear.
Kaos and Merin exchanged glances that told each other that he had no choice but to assure his safety. Kaos sighed and hugged back, stroking one of his hands through her hair.
"I won't let him kill me . . ." He said, somewhat agitated. He felt Beryl's warm lips peck him on the cheek and she was up. By the time he looked up at her, she was already at the door. She left without another word, leaving the two men in an awkwardly silent room.
Merin sighed and put one hand on his head, massaging his temples. "Women . . ." Kaos laughed softly and sprang up from the bed, his wounds healing quickly.
"I'll never understand her either . . ." Kaos grabbed up his over shirt and slipped it on.
"You better listen to her, though." Merin warned, opening the door for Kaos and himself.
"Yeah, yeah . . ." Kaos growled boredly. "I'm going, see ya"
"Good luck, ya little blood sucker . . ."
Kaos bolted down the hall in the opposite direction of Merin. He yelled back behind him. "Don't you dare tell Gaul!"
Merin merely nodded after Kaos. Gaul had strictly ordered that neither he nor Kaos were to even try to confront Dante. They were needed for more . . .pressing matters. Obviously, however, neither of them took orders very well.
"Kaos better take care of himself . . ." Merin thought as he took off innocently down the hall.
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Eh. . .what dost thou thinkith? I hope it isn't utter inconceivable crap, because I'm truly trying to get better. I think I need to start threatening like I used to to get you guys to review. But, I can completely understand if you guys are too busy, because I've been having a hard time reading others stuff too. When I see a few reviews, I'll start typing up chapter . . .(checks chapter number) 17. Until the next chapter, byes!
Oh, and since I haven't seen anything else of the war, I'm not going to put it in here. I'm going to wait for you guys to go at it. (Glares at Bustahead and Chasm) When is that guy going to update? Yes, YOU Chasm!
Chapter 16
Schala waited at the roof, looking down the stairs Dante had gone down. She knew he had gone into the holy water after the antidote, but he had already been gone for over five minutes. She kept glancing ever so often at the sun. To her it seemed like it was taking forever to set. She knew there wasn't much time left before Demi would be incurable. There was an odd, cold feeling of anxiety in the pit of her stomach, and she left Demi's side for a moment to pace around in hopes to ebb the feeling.
"What if he doesn't get back in time?" She thought to herself. "What if Demi dies?" She continued pacing, looking from the ground, to the sun, to Demi, and to the stairway over and over again. "Come on Dante . . ."
Schala jumped when she heard a small noise come from Demi. He was breathing heavily still, but seemed to be trying to say something. She thought she heard a quiet 'mu' or something of that sort.
"Is he dreaming, or trying to say something to me?" She thought, staring down at Demi's pale, limp body. She came closer and bent down next to him. "D-Demi?" She asked in a dry, concerned voice. "A-are you alright?" It was a stupid question and she knew it, but she just wanted to see if he'd try to talk again.
Demi turned his head weakly around in an attempt to look at Schala. He didn't open his eyes, probably too exhausted to do so. He tried speaking. "W . . .whe . . .where's . . .Dah . . ." He whimpered softly, barely audible. Schala tried reassuring him.
"Dante? H-he's getting you some medicine. Don't worry, he'll be back soon." She told him, a sympathetic look on her face. She couldn't help but pity the boy. "He must be in so much pain. . ." She thought, snapping her head around for another glance at the sun. It was just beginning to set. Schala bit her lip, wondering impatiently what was taking Dante so long.
A moment later, Dante came barreling up the stairs, sopping wet. His hair hung heavily in his face, and his clothes did the same to his body. As his feet hit the landing, he wheeled around to face Schala and Demitri, a small vial clenched in his fist. Schala looked up at him with a relieved face, motioning for him to hurry.
Dante knew it had taken him quite some time to find the antidote. It had sunken all the way to the bottom of the lake, but it took a while to search the area to actually find it. Now he tromped over to Demi and knelled down, feeling Demi's face. He pulled it back suddenly at the icy feeling of Demi's skin even through his wet glove.
Dante proceeded to act quickly, uncorking the vial with his teeth. However, he stopped after that, wondering exactly how they were supposed to administer the antidote. It didn't matter. He'd just have to hope he was doing it right. He moved so that he could get Demi's head in his lap and put the vial to Demi's already partially opened mouth. He tilted the bottle back, letting the contents flow smoothly into Demi's mouth. Demi protested very little, nut swallowed it.
Dante sat there, holding his breath, waiting to see the effects of the antidote. He hoped that he'd given it to his properly as anxiety twisted his stomach. He watched Demi's face for any sign of improvement and listened carefully to his breathing, which since he'd left had become soft, raspy labored breathing rather than loud and hard swallows of air.
Finally, after five long minutes, Dante sighed with relief as he felt Demi's body temperature rise slightly under the palm of his hand as he raised it to check his temperature again. He and Schala looked at each other, both sporting the same relieved faces. Dante stared up at Schala's attractive face a bit too long and turned quickly to look back at Demi, whose face was gaining color. Unfortunately for Dante, so was his, so he kept his face covered with his droopy hair, feeling Schala's eye's staring at the back of his head. He wiped his face with his cold, wet glove, trying to cool his face.
Schala just smiled, wondering what Dante was thinking.
*****
Kaos growled slightly as the hot rag dabbed at the scrape on his arm. He leered up at his tormenter, a tall, lean, brown haired woman with the most brilliant turquoise eyes. "Would you just leave it the hell alone? It'll cure up by itself." Kaos growled again.
"I'd really wish you'd stop getting into fights like those." She replied, soaking the rag in a pot of steaming water and putting it back to Kaos's arm. This time he pushed it away and laid down on his cot.
"Well, they don't keep my wounds from healing up, so leave them alone. You know how it is." He said roughly, staring at his hand.
The woman chunked the rag back into the water, sending it splashing. Kaos put his arm over his face as the near boiling water flew at him. Quite agitated, the woman looked at Kaos. "First you go and pick a fight with Dante Sparda, then, right after he nearly kills you, you run off and take your anger out on some msira's!"
Kaos smirked, interrupting. "Actually, I wouldn't waste my time with msira's. I went for the stronger, bigger breeds of them . . ."
The woman stared at him viciously, trying to ignore his words. "You're lucky Dante and that Kiyashi girl didn't kill you. If it had been it the other side of the chest, it would have killed you!"
Kaos felt the left side of his chest, where the arrow had punctured. She was right. He thanked having the birth defect of having his heart on the right side of his chest . . . He rubbed his arm where he'd been slashed by a demon and growled.
"I'll be fine . . ." Kaos growled again, staring at the ceiling. The woman bent close to him and put her warm hand on his rather cool cheek.
"Do you want to die, is that it?" She asked gloomily.
Kaos squirmed uncomfortably at the question. "Er . . ." He groaned softly, staring now into the woman's face. He looked away and to the side. " . . .no.. ." It was a lie and she knew it just as well as he did. "Look . . .Beryl . . ." He began, but was cut off as Beryl brought her face even closer to his.
"Kaos. . .you know I don't want you to die. . ."
"Yeah. . .I know. . ."
With that, Beryl wrapped her arms around Kaos, hugging him securely. She spoke to him in a timid voice that seemed almost at a breaking point. "Then why? Why do you continue fight like this? You'll end up dead . . ." For a moment, Kaos said nothing, only laid there, staring at the pot of steaming water to his side. He finally turned and looked back up at Beryl.
"I. . ." He had no answer. He knew quite well that Beryl wanted him to stay alive, but he himself didn't really want to live sometimes. He wasn't brave enough to just kill himself, though. Only one person kept him from wanting to die more that he did now. One precious thing to him, and it was now at his side hugging him as he stared up at her. Kaos closed his eyes, sighing deeply and hugged Beryl back. "I won't die. . .I promise. . ."
Kaos felt Beryl's warm lips touch his in a kiss and opened his eyes. He held her there with him as they kissed, feeling much more at ease.
There was a small sound in front of Kaos, but he couldn't see past Beryl's head. He heard a rather disgusted sigh behind her and let loose of Beryl, looking over to the doorway, where a figure stood in the murky lighting.
"Is that really necessary now? Come off it you two."
Kaos screwed up his eyes until he could make out that the figure was Merin, who was holding his side and coming more into the room. Kaos leered at him loathfully.
"What do you want?" He snapped harshly as Beryl came away from his side.
Merin barely shrugged and grinned. "Just thought I'd let you know. . .Dante beat me."
Kaos looked at him curiously. "What? When did this happen?"
Merin looked around and came fully into the room, followed by the skulking figure of Ori. "Well, I'd say about ten minutes ago. Really tore me up. . ." As he spoke the last sentence, he dropped down into a small chair that stood in the more lit part of the room.
Kaos could see now that Merin's upper body was drenched with blood. His jacket gleamed with the sticky liquid and was rather tattered around the shoulders and chest area. Merin shrugged the jacket off painfully and coughed, spraying blood in front of him and onto Ori, who was standing in front of him, trying to help him. Ori took Merin's jacket from him and bent down to face level with him.
"A-are you okay, sir?" Ori asked, in a frightened, concerned voice.
Merin wanted to slap the little peon silly and scream at him for asking such a stupid question, but couldn't find the strength to do so. He just brought his foot up and onto Ori's chest, pushing him away harshly. "Go away . . ." He groaned sharply, getting annoyed with Ori's mere presence.
Frowning, Ori sat Merin's jacket down and slowly turned around, slinking out of the room, closing the door behind him. Merin listened carefully until Ori's footsteps were no longer audible.
"Annoying little git . . ." He growled, slouching miserably into the chair. He closed his eyes, concentrating his energy to heal himself.
"Give the guy a chance, would ya? He just doesn't know what to do with himself . . ." Kaos said, defending Ori. He didn't really care too much for the runt either, but he tried to give him a chance. Sometimes though, he just felt like biting the little pisser's throat out.
Merin laughed softly. "A chance? Don't count on it. I'd go ape shit trying to be nice to him. He's like a lonely dog that won't go away." Merin hopped up, completely healed now. "I'm going to get washed up. What're you going to do?"
Kaos shrugged. "Maybe I'll try to take on Dante again."
Beryl gasped. "Kaos! No!" She yelled.
Kaos shrugged again. "If I wanna go, you ain't stopping me. Besides, I know my limits with him. Do you really think I'd just let him kill me?"
Beryl was silent now staring down at the floor. She had her hand clenched tightly into fists. She knew exactly how Kaos thought. She wouldn't be the least bit surprised if he decided to just let Dante kill him. She grabbed Kaos's arm and hugged close to him.
"If you die, I won't forgive you . . ." She said, her voice ready to crack with fear.
Kaos and Merin exchanged glances that told each other that he had no choice but to assure his safety. Kaos sighed and hugged back, stroking one of his hands through her hair.
"I won't let him kill me . . ." He said, somewhat agitated. He felt Beryl's warm lips peck him on the cheek and she was up. By the time he looked up at her, she was already at the door. She left without another word, leaving the two men in an awkwardly silent room.
Merin sighed and put one hand on his head, massaging his temples. "Women . . ." Kaos laughed softly and sprang up from the bed, his wounds healing quickly.
"I'll never understand her either . . ." Kaos grabbed up his over shirt and slipped it on.
"You better listen to her, though." Merin warned, opening the door for Kaos and himself.
"Yeah, yeah . . ." Kaos growled boredly. "I'm going, see ya"
"Good luck, ya little blood sucker . . ."
Kaos bolted down the hall in the opposite direction of Merin. He yelled back behind him. "Don't you dare tell Gaul!"
Merin merely nodded after Kaos. Gaul had strictly ordered that neither he nor Kaos were to even try to confront Dante. They were needed for more . . .pressing matters. Obviously, however, neither of them took orders very well.
"Kaos better take care of himself . . ." Merin thought as he took off innocently down the hall.
****
Eh. . .what dost thou thinkith? I hope it isn't utter inconceivable crap, because I'm truly trying to get better. I think I need to start threatening like I used to to get you guys to review. But, I can completely understand if you guys are too busy, because I've been having a hard time reading others stuff too. When I see a few reviews, I'll start typing up chapter . . .(checks chapter number) 17. Until the next chapter, byes!
Oh, and since I haven't seen anything else of the war, I'm not going to put it in here. I'm going to wait for you guys to go at it. (Glares at Bustahead and Chasm) When is that guy going to update? Yes, YOU Chasm!