Okay, sorry for no action guys, but there will be some soon, promise. I'm sure by now you guys know who Fayze's daddy is.
Dyne: Who's yo daddy?!
Fayze: . . . I love my daddy.
Dyne: I bet you're a wussy, right?
Fayze: TT NO! I can love my daddy and still not be a wuss! (cough)
Dyne: Riiiight. . .
If my spelling a bit messy, I'm sorry. I'm being forced to use notepad (cringes) until I get the money together to get m works. Due to this, I don't have a spell checker. Also, I'm just too damn lazy to get out my dictionary and look up any difficult words.
Dyne: You are such a broke ass bum, you know that?
Burry: Oh, shut your trap, arse hole. I need some help maintaining him. . . who wants to straighten him out? Come on, have at him!
Dyne: Hey now. . .don't get violent on me now. . .
Chapter 6
Nevia had just finished buying all of her things for dinner and was heading back down the street to the apartment. Her arms were overloaded with three large bags of vegetables, meat, noodles, and spices. It was going to be a big meal tonight.
One of the bags was balanced unevenly on her right arm and she held the other two in each hand. It seemed quite rude that no one would help her out. It was another block to the apartment, and she just knew she'd be dropping something before she got there.
"I'm going to break the fuckin' eggs. . ." Nevia thought to herself. She took a better grip on the bag that held numerous items, among them the eggs she was so upset about. There was a turn in the street, meaning that the apartment was quite close now.
Just as she made the turn, someone came around, bumping into her. She was knocked off balance and teetered backward, the bag on her arm and in one of her hands dropping to the stone street ground. She was relieved that the egg bag hadn't dropped. Nevia looked down at the mess at her feet; packages of meat, and some fruit were strewn across the floor, and a bottle of lemon juice was shattered. She groaned with aggitation, knelling down to pick up some of the contents. She sat the bag with eggs down and began.
"I'm so sorry ma'am!" the youthful male voice of the person who had bumped her apoligized. "Here, allow me to help."
Nevia didn't bother to look at the man, only continued to stuff her things back into their bags. "Don't worry about it, I've got it. . ." She could see whoever it was bend down and begin picking up a few items. "I said I've got it. . ." At this point, Nevia looked up just as the person handed her a small container of pepper.
It was a very slinder man, looking maybe in his early twenties. He was nicely tanned, and his hair was long, messy, and a very light blonde color, looking like he had bleached it. The man's structure made him look quite youthful. Nevia stared into his deep, sad blue eyes for a moment before beginning to speak.
"Ur. . .thanks. . ." Nevia said quickly, taking the pepper and shoving it into the bag. The man smiled kindly.
"Not at all miss. I'm dreadfully sorry about this. I should have been watching where I was going." The young mans voice was light and calm, making him sound very little and childish. Nevia smiled, shaking her head.
"It's alright, I wasn't really paying attention either." She took up a bell pepper and put it away as well, then took a small package of beef from the man.
Within a few moments, everything except the busted bottle of lemon juice was put away. Nevia stood up, adjusting her clothes. She watched the young man stand as well. He was wearing a long, purple t-shirt that only seemed to make him look thinner. For pants he wore a pair of khaki long shorts with sneakers. His attire didn't make him look much different than a school kid. He brushed some of his hair from his face and smiled at Nevia.
"All finished." He said, still smiling innocently. Nevia nodded and knelled back down, beginning to pick up the bags.
"Thanks." As Nevia grabbed for the last bag, the man bent down and scooped it up.
"Here, allow me to help you carry these." He stood with the bag just as Nevia did.
"Naw, don't worry about it." Nevia laughed. She could make it the rest of the way without any help.
"But I insist. It's the least I can do to make up for my mistake. Please?"
Nevia sighed and finally nodded. "I guess, just follow me to my place." The man nodded gently and followed as instructed. As they went on down the street, Nevia turned her head back to the man.
"By the way, I didn't catch your name."
The man smiled again. "I'm Siegren. And you?"
"Nevia."
The man sighed. "Nevia. . .what a beautiful name." He complemented. Nevia blushed, never getting that from anyone. She especially hadn't ever planned on getting any complements from a man. . .
"T-thanks."
Back at the apartment room, Fayze was reclined on the couch, his arms rested behind his head. Dyne had been in the bathroom for a good ten minutes. What the hell was he doing in there?
"Maybe he fell in. Or he's jacking around. . ." Fayze thought, letting out a little chuckle. He sighed soon after, wondering why Dyne had been so concerned about his dreams.
"That guy acts like he's a shrink or something. . .give me a break." Fayze rolled his tounge around in his mouth, then picked at a piece of something stuck in his teeth. When he'd bitten that guy, he must have gotten some of his arm stuck in his mouth. He was quite ashamed of it though. . .he had just instinctively latched onto the man. He felt good about it now though, at least he'd gotten back at them somewhat.
"Why the hell did I bite him though? I could have just broken his arm or something. . .would have handicapped him worse. He was just a human." Fayze thought, messing with one of his canines now. He damned his cursed blood, then sighed, putting his hand back behind his head. He was beginning to get hungry now, but just sighed. "Where's that girl with the food? Hope she's alright."
Just then, Fayze heard footsteps coming down the hall. He sensed two people, then watched the door. The knob turned, and in walked Nevia, followed closely by a feminine looking young man. "Who the hell?" Fayze sat up and waved to Nevia. "You're back." As the young man came in, Nevia motioned for him to shut the door behind him, and he did so.
"Thanks a lot for your help." Nevia thanked as she and Seigren headed into the kitchen. "How would you like to stay for dinner?" Fayze watched them both closely, still puzzled about the young man.
"That would be most wonderful, thank you, miss Nevia!"
"Wonder if he's a friend." Fayze thought, laying back onto the couch. He brushed his bangs to the side, then closed his eyes. As he did, he heard a door open behind him, then shut.
"'Bout time you got back." Dyne's voice said in his usual cocky tone. "By the way, Vergil went out to get some information. He told me to tell you." There was a grunt of acknowlegement and Fayze sat up again, looking at Dyne, who was heading to the kitchen. "Did you get a lot?"
"Yes, Dyne. I got plenty, so shut up and go away." Nevia sighed. She wasn't in the mood for Dyne's aggitating presence. Well, she was never in the mood for it. . .he was like an annoying child. She looked over at him, seeing that he had his hair brushed back and wore his usual miscivious grin. Personally, Nevia thought his hair looked better down; made him look more serious. Nevia narrowed her eyes at him, noticing that he wasn't leaving. "Go on, unless you plan to help out."
Dyne's grin widened playfully. "But of course, I would just love to assist you." Nevia groaned inwardly. She didn't think he'd actually want to help cook. She wondered if he could cook.
"He'd probably burn salad, the way he is. . ." Nevia thought as Dyne came to her side. Fayze was also now coming into the kitchen and took a seat at the table.
Dyne watched Nevia unload the remaining packages from their bags, then let his eyes wander around the room. He could see what looked like a messy haired blonde woman standing at one of the counters, their back turned to him, unloading a bag. Dyne leaned in toward Nevia.
"Who's the chick?" Dyne whispered.
"That's Seigren, and it's a dude, not a chick." Nevia explained.
Dyne cocked an eyebrow and moved away from Nevia, curious about this 'Seigren'. "Hey, blondie."
Seigren turned around fully, looking up at Dyne, who stood a good foot over the scrawny little man. "Me?"
"Yeah." Who else could he possibly be calling 'blondie'? Nevia had silver hair, and Fayze's was the color of ashes. "Who are you?"
Nevia moved forward now, before Seigren could open his mouth. "Sorry, should have introduced everyone. Dyne, Fayze, this is Seigren." She explained, pointing out Seigren. "Seigren, this is Dyne," she pointed to Dyne. "and this is Fayze." "pointed to Fayze.
Seigren smiled warmly, bowing. "It's a pleasure to meet your aquaintance." He said in his soft, light voice.
Dyne bit his lip, to supress the urge to laugh hysterically. He looked the guy over, conluding that he was a short, scrawny, hippy fruitcake. "There's no way this kid can be straight. . ." He thought. The way he smiled, the way he talked, everything made him look a bit. . .queer. Dyne rubbed his face, trying to straighten it enough to not look so amused.
"Nice to meet you too." Just saying that almost made Dyne burst with laughter. "Excuse me, please. . ." Dyne sat over at the table across from Fayze, his back to Nevia and Seigren. He looked up at Fayze, a wide smile splitting across his face. He gave Fayze a look that asked 'what the hell"? Fayze shrugged, not quite sure what to think of all this himself.
"The guy's definantly a little, odd. . ." Fayze thought, then rubbed his temples. He shrugged off his thoughts, then glanced at Dyne, who now had his head down, laughing silently. "Are you going to help Nevia with the cooking?"
Dyne sprang his head up. "Oh. . .OH! That! Right, I totally forgot, what with all the excitement." He sighed out most of his amusement, then stood up to help Nevia. He stood next to her again, watching as she got out a knife and a cutting board. "Hey there, I'm ready to help you." He was trying to sound suave, just to be an ass.
Nevia could see this, but sighed, trying her best not to blow up at him. "Can you actually cook?" She asked calmly.
Dyne thought for a moment. "Sure. Why couldn't I?"
"Have you ever actually cooked anything before?"
Dyne remembered when he was sixteen. It was fathers day, and he had promised to make Dante a feast of a dinner. "Well. . .funny story really. . ."
Flash back
"Dyne, what are you doing?" Tye asked, just waking up at around ten. It was summer now, and he tended to sleep in more often than usual.
"I'm making something to eat." Dyne explained.
This was a scary thought for Tye, even more so than how horrible the world would be if Dyne ever got a drivers license. . . "What are you making?"
"It's a present for dad, for fathers day. Since he's out working today, when he gets home tonight, I'll have the biggest, bestest dinner in the world made for him."
"Why do I doubt that somehow?" Tye grumbled. He could see almost every ingredient in the kitchen strewn out along the counters. "And you needed to upheavel the entire kitchen to make this meal?"
"I'm not quite sure what I'm going to make, but it's going to rock!" Dyne explained, digging out a large pot.
Tye sighed. "Whatever, just clean up your mess when you're done. . ." With that, Tye strode down the hall, through the living room, and back upstairs to the room.
Dyne started out trying to make a cake. What better to eat with dinner than a giant chocolate cake? He searched out the can of cocoa powder, which had the recipe for a chocolate cake on the back. He followed the directions almost perfectly, adding only a little extra cocoa and sugar. When he poured it into the size pan the box of cocoa instructed him to, the pan was only halfway full.
"Well, that won't do. . .I guess I'll make a second batch." With that, he proceeded to whip up another thing of chocolate cake mixture, then poured it into the same bowl as before, filling the pan to the rim. "Oh yeah, one big ass ultra chocolate cake, coming up." He popped the cake into the oven, and continued onto what he was planning next.
"Some steaks would be good." He got into the freezer, pulling out a package of frozen steaks. "I'll just stick them in the microwave and nuke them for a bit." He did so, then thought out what needed to be done now.
"What else does dad like? I know, I'll just make some ramen." Dyne was quick to get out eight packages of ramen, then the large pot he had sat out earlier. He filled it with water, then dumped the ramen in. He sat the flavor packets out on the counter. He'd just mix chicken and beef. . .that's how Dyne liked it, so he figured Dante might too. He put the pot onto the burner and flipped on the stove, watching the blue flames blaze up. Now he needed something else.
He pondered for a moment. "A salad!" He trotted to the fridge, taking out the lettuce and carrots. They seemed to be out of tomatoes, so he'd have to scratch them from the salad. The lettuce was quickly diced, and the carrots were shreaded, with the exception of one, which immediately went into Dyne's mouth. After the salad was completely mixed, he sat the large bowl of salad next to the stove and began rummaging around until he found some potatoes. "I'll make fries to go with it too."
Dyne got out the oil, putting it into a pan. He turned the flame under it to high and waited for it to boil. As he waited, he could smell the cake in the oven beginning to bake. "This is going to be good."
Finally, the oil was boiling, and Dyne chunked the now chopped up potato slices into the grease. This action triggered catastrophe.
The oil splashed from the pan violently, falling all over the stove top and under the burner. In one quick moment, the grease caught fire, and Dyne witnessed his first ever oil fire. "WOAH!" He cried, waving at the flames to try and make them go out. The fire was small, but wouldn't seem to go out, so Dyne began to fill a glass with water from the sink. He didn't know you weren't supposed to pour water on a grease fire. As soon as the water hit the oil, the flames grew and spread out, the oil sputtering viciously from the water. Burning oil splattered everywhere, over the stove, onto the floor, into the salad that sat next to the stove. . .Now his salad was on fire. . .
"SHIIIIIIIT!!!!!" Dyne yelled, trying to get to the flaming salad. The grease popped onto his arm, and he pulled back quickly. As quickly as possible, Dyne flicked off the burner under the oil, so that it wouldn't continue to boil. Unfortunately, now he still had to worry about the raging fire that was still blazing, the burning salad, and the now overboiling ramen pot. "SON OF A BITCH!!" He tried quickly to turn off the ramen as well and succeeded, but the fire had spread over to it, and was mixing with the overboiled water on the burner. Now the other half of the stove was in flames.
Just to add more havoc, Dyne could smell his cake burning, and when he pulled the door open, the thing was overflowing from the pan, spilling and burning all over the inside of the oven. "FUCK!" Dyne turned off the oven too, just so nothing else would go wrong there.
"Just calm down, just calm--OH SHIT!!" The flames had managed to crawl onto the wall now, and Dyne grabbed a nearby rag, smacking at the flames to try and extinguish them. The wind from the rag only made the fire spread more, and the flames continued up the wall.
"What the hell?" Dyne heard Tye say groggily, obviously heading down from the room. Now Dyne was screwed; he'd get caught, then Tye'd never let him live this down. . .
"FUCK!!" Dyne thought, letting out a hiss of pain as his hand fell onto some of the oil, scorching him severely. He ran over to the sink, washing his hand to try and cool it down.
Now Tye's footsteps were coming down the hall. "Dyne, what's that smell?"
Dyne didn't answer. He already knew he was caught, so why try to hide it? Tye emerged from the hall, and his face suddenly went pale. He yelped in surprise, then ran over to the stove, knocking the salad onto the tile floor. He dashed to the counter where the flour container was, and took the whole canister. He proceeded to douse the entire stove with flour, which made the flames in the oil die almost immediately. After that was finished, he quickly moved the pan of grease, filled a glass of water, and threw it onto the wall. He repeatedly refilled the glass and slung it onto the wall, until the flames were gone. He tossed the plastic glass into the sink, then proceeded to extinguish the still flaming salad with his foot. Dyne just stood at the sink, watching his brother in action. Just as the flaming salad was put out, the microwave dinged, indicating that the steaks were thawed.
The crisis seemed over, and Tye turned his attention to Dyne, who just stood there with his hand under the running water. Dyne gave a small, nervous giggle, then fell silent as Tye glared daggers at him.
"Dyne, what the heck did you do?!" Tye growled, breathing heavily.
"I-er, well, um I uh. . ." Dyne stuttered. Tye put up one hand, wanting silence. He took a deep breath, then let it out, beginning to massage his temples.
"Okay, let's just all calm down. . .I don't really think I want to know what happened, but. . ." Tye looked around the kitchen, seeing that it was an utter disaster zone. "We've got to get this cleaned up."
Dyne shut off the water, coddling his hand. Tye noticed what had happened, and came over to him, inspecting the badly blistered wound. "Ouch, that looks bad." He took Dyne by the arm, taking him to the bathroom.
Tye began taking out gauze and peroxide, tending to Dyne's hand. Dyne winced every now and then, but watched his brother calmly clean the wound.
"Dyne, you've got to learn to be more careful. . ." Tye warned.
"I was!" Dyne defended. "I didn't know--"
"Exactly, you didn't know!" Tye interupted. "Why do you always mess with things you don't know anything about?" He purposefully rubbed Dyne's hand a little too hard, to cause him a bit of pain. "You could have burnt the house down, do you know that?"
"Yeah, yeah." Dyne grumbled. "You bitch at me like you're my mother or something. . ." Dyne sighed with this, deciding that he'd said the wrong thing. Tye did the same, then began to wrap Dyne's hand with gauze wrap.
"Someone's got to help you out, right?" Tye said calmly. He finished the mending, then stood up straight. "That ought to do it. It'll be better soon."
"Thanks. . ." Dyne grumbled. He felt foolish for being griped out by his own brother.
"Okay, this is what we'll do. You want to get dad a nice dinner, right?" Tye began.
Dyne nodded. "Yeah. . ."
"Well then, I'll deal with dinner, but you've got to clean up that kitchen." Tye explained.
"Why me?!"
Tye glared at him. "You screwed it up, so you get to clean it up! It's only fair."
Dyne groaned, then nodded. "Fine. . ."
The rest of the day, Dyne had to tiddy the kitchen, while Tye ordered pizza and chinese. When Dante got home that night, he didn't even notice what had been done in the kitchen, he only asked when the wall behind the stove had been scorched like that.
"Been that way for some time now. You didn't know?" Tye lied for Dyne. Dante bought the story.
End flashback
Nevia stared at Dyne in disbelief. Her assumptions about Dyne burning salads were actually true, which she hadn't really believed was possible. How the hell could he be so accident prone? She glared at him for a moment. "That's not a funny story."
Dyne grinned. "You don't think so?"
"No, it just shows more evidence that you're a moron. Now get the hell out of my kitchen, before you destroy something." Nevia ordered.
"Oh, come on, babe! I wanna help!" Dyne protested. Nevial began to push him from the kitchen.
"I don't want your help, and don't you EVER call me babe again, or I swear to god I'll rack your sorry ass! Now get out of the kitchen!"
"But--"
"GO!!"
Dyne finally gave in, slinking over to the couch. He plopped himself down, feeling quite unwanted. He sighed, then spead out nicely with his arms rested behind his head. "Stupid wench. . ."
"I HEARD THAT, YOU LITTLE PIG!!" Nevia yelled from the other room. Dyne smirked and scoffed, then closed his eyes.
Some footsteps came from the kitchen into the living room after a few more moments. Dyne looked up to see Fayze standing by the couch. "What's up?"
Fayze sighed. "I don't wanna be in there right now. . ."
"Why? Nevia looking pissed?"
Fayzed scoffed. "Hell yeah, she's mumbling all kind of curses and death threats about you in there. The vibes she lets off are just scary. . ."
"Yep, that's what happens to a girl when she's PMSing. . ." Dyne explained.
"DYNE, IF YOU DON'T SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH, I SWEAR I'LL COME IN THERE AND DO IT FOR YOU!!!!" Nevia roared.
Seigren backed away from Nevia a bit, feeling almost as uneased as Fayze had. "Miss Nevia, I think you should calm down. He doesn't mean any harm. . ." Seigren tried to persuade.
Nevia took a very deep breath, held it for a good ten seconds, then released it. "I know. . .but god damn! He gets on my fucking nerves so badly!"
Seigren cocked his head. "Aren't you guys all friends?"
Nevia scoffed. "Friends? I barely know the asshole, and I can't stand every minute I have to see him! I know he gets a kick out of pissing me off too, that's the worst part of it."
Seigren scratched the back of his head, looking kind of upset. "Why don't you two try to get to know each other better then? I'm sure you could be friends. . ."
Nevia narrowed her eyes at Seigren. "You're kidding, right?" She asked dully.
"No, I bet if you got to know each other, you'd make good friends." Seigren turned to look at Dyne, who was now sitting at the couch with Fayze, flipping through the tv channels. "I can tell that Dyne is a really good guy. . .deep down."
Nevia continued to stare at Seigren in bewilderment. Who could possibly see any goodness in Dyne? When she looked at him, all she saw was his annoying, cocky little grin. Seigren didn't even know Dyne, so how could he say anything good about the guy? "How do you get that? He's a little turd."
"Nah, I can see something about him. He's got to be a decent guy, I know it." Seigren continued to defend.
Nevia sighed. "Whatever. I'm going to start making dinner. Why don't you go try to 'see' this goodness in Dyne that you say is supposedly there?"
Seigren looked back up at her. "You don't want any help?"
"Nah, I got it. Go on." Nevia pushed. Seigren nodded, heading out into living room with the other two men.
Dyne and Fayze both looked over to Seigren as he walked in. "Her nagging getting on your nerves too?" Dyne asked in an amused tone.
Seigren shook his head. "Not at all. She told me she didn't need any help, that's all."
Dyne scooted over, to make room for the guy. "Have a seat then." Seigren obliged, sitting at one end of the couch next to Dyne. "Thank you."
Dyne groaned, hitting the power off to the television. "Man, there ain't shit on. . ." He grumbled. He turned his head back some toward the kitchen, raising his voice some so that Nevia could hear him. "Boy, sure hope that food gets done soon! I'm famished!!"
"Shut up, or you'll end up with arsnic in your meal, Dyne!" Nevia growled, just loud enough for Dyne to hear.
Dyne laughed slightly, shaking his head. "Man, she sure can be a vicious little kitty, aye?"
Seigren sighed. "I really do think you two should try to be friends." He repeated, this time to Dyne. He got basically the same reply from Dyne as from Nevia.
"Be friends with her? Come on! She hates me, can't you tell?" Dyne laughed.
"Only because of the way you treat her. You aren't exactly very cosiderate of her feelings. . ."
Dyne stared at him for a moment. He wasn't sure if he should just state that the kid was being a queer, or if he should agree. "Yeah, yeah. . .whatever."
"No, really. You should be nicer to her. I bet if you wouldn't throw on such a 'hot shot' act everytime you were around her, I'm sure she'd really enjoy your company." Seigren explained.
Dyne looked over at Fayze, who was just looking at Dyne curiously. "He's got a point there, ya know. Bet you could hit it off with her if you were nice to her, for once. Heck, I've been here for only a few hours, and you two fight like a cat and dog. I bet this goes on all the time."
"Shut up, the both of ya." Dyne grumbled. "What do you want me to do, go in there and apoligize to her?"
"Actually," Seigren began. "That would be a good start."
Dyne scoffed, crossing his arms. There was no way she'd accept an apoligy from him. Not only that, but he didn't think she deserved it.
"Dyne. . ." The voice of Cerbis chirped from somewhere in his mind. "They're both right. You should say you're sorry to her." Dyne groaned with annoyance, then Fayze sat at the edge of the couch, watching Dyne hopefully.
"Come on, go for it." Fayze pushed.
"Yes, go on." Seigren agreed.
Fayze smiled cooly. "It's not like there's anything to be embarrassed about. . ."
"Dyne, listen to them." Cerbis piped again.
"Would you all just shut up!" Dyne growled, feeling quite angry now. Fayze sunk back into his seat as he caught glimpse of Dyne's eyes flickering red. Seigren just watched Dyne, sort of curious of his anger.
"Dyne. . ." Cerbis tried gently, as to not upset his master any further. "don't get so furrowed. It's not that hard to do."
"Silence. . ." Dyne growled inwardly. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. They were all right, and he knew it, but what would saying he was sorry now help? He doubted she'd forgive him. Nevia was a rude, vulgar wench, and that's all there was to it.
"Dyne, she isn't all that bad. Haven't you seen her around other people? She's an alright person, just not to you. Look how nice she was to Fayze."
Dyne groaned again, then stood up. "Alright, alright. Everyone quit your bitchin'. I'm going." With that, he strode off into the kitchen. Seigren glanced over to Fayze.
"You think he'll be alright?"
Fayze chuckled a bit. "If he's cool about it, otherwise he might end up with a butcher knife in the chest. . ."
Dyne came in, standing behind Nevia at the edge of the dining table. He could see Nevia chopping up some vegetables on the counter. "Hey." Dyne said, trying to sound as calm as possible.
Nevia turned her head a little, just enough to glare at Dyne. "What? I don't need any help."
Dyne shuffled his feet some, rubbing the back of his neck. Cerbis seemed to be jabbing at him, trying to get him to talk. "I uh, just wanted to tell you something. . ."
Nevia stopped what she was doing, turning around fully. "Tell me what?"
"Just say you're sorry." Cerbis persuaded. "Come on."
"Er. . .I, uh. . ." Dyne grumbled. His voice was very low, so much that Nevia couldn't understand him. "I'm sorry."
Nevia cocked her head, her hands on her hips now with impatience. "What was that? Speak up, can't hear you."
"I said, I'm sorry." Dyne said, speaking louder now. Nevia narrowed her eyes at Dyne.
"Sorry for what?"
Dyne fumbled around in his mind, trying to figure out what he was going to say. "What do I tell her?"
"Sorry for being a rude, pompus, arrogant, cretin. That should do it." Cerbis explained.
Dyne mentally scoffed at this, then turned his attention back to Nevia. He could feel his ears burning. "I'm sorry for being an ass."
Nevia just stared at him, astonished. Why would he say that, all the sudden? She knew Fayze and Seigren must have put him up to it. "You've got to be kidding, right?"
Dyne shook his head, feeling his face glowing. "No, I'm really sorry for the way I've acted toward you." Nevia could actually sense a bit of sincerety in his voice. She smiled thinly, deciding to trust him, at least for now.
"So, you won't be a dick anymore, right?" Nevia asked, hopping that this apoligy would make her life a bit easier with him around.
"Yeah, guess so. . ." Dyne agreed glumily.
Nevia laughed, an amused grin across her face. "Okay, I know you're just trying to get on my good side, so you better keep your word. Got it?"
Dyne nodded reluctantly. Now who'd he pick on?
Nevia began pushing Dyne from the kitchen. "Now, go on. Dinner's almost done."
Nevia was right, because about ten minutes later, she was in the living room, announcing that everyone come eat. As everyone sat down at the table, Dyne laughed happily. There was beef stroganoff, shrimp salad, wine, and garlic bread that Nevia had obviously not cooked herself in the hour it took her to make dinner.
"Okay, dig in. There's plenty of stroganoff, but we've got to save a little for Vergil." Nevia knew Vergil had quite an appetite, but that was to be expected from someone with such a high metabolism. Nevia watched Dyne take her literally, plunging immediatly into the main entree. Fayze was a bit more calm about it, but was quickly stuffing a large piece of bread into his mouth. Seigren was eating just as petitly as Nevia, taking small bites of food.
Before anyone else could finish half of their first plate, Dyne was going in for seconds, piling more stroganoff onto his plate. He put that food off, devouring his salad and bread instead. Nevia watched him, not sure if she should be amused or disgusted.
"You're a pig, Dyne." Nevia commented. Dyne just smiled at her, his cheeks full of bread. He looked like a giant squirrel.
Finally, everyone had had their fill, except Dyne, who was forced to stop eating after his sixth plate of food. Nevia repeated that Vergil had to eat, so Dyne wasn't going to get to fill his stomach to full capacity.
"A full belly makes a slow devil hunter." Fayze warned, wiping his hands on his napkin. He drank down the remainder of his wine, wiping his face afterward.
"Whatever." Was all Dyne answered, gulping what he had left of his drink. He took a look over his shoulders at the clock in the living room. It was now nine. Dyne reclined back a little. "Well, I'm a bit tired." He looked over to Nevia, who was piling dishes into the sink. "Hey, where can I sleep?"
Nevia looked back at him. "We've got a spare bedroom, along with the couch. Your choice." Nevia went away from the kitchen, then came back after a few minutes. She handed Dyne some clothes, also to Fayze. "You two should take a shower, you're both a mess." She looked at Fayze. "Those ought to fit you, they're mine."
Still shirtless, Fayze smiled thinly, kind of embarassed that he'd be wearing a woman's clothes. Dyne was sure to point it out.
"You're gonna wear girl clothes!" Dyne laughed. Nevia shot him a glare.
"Their manly enough. How often do you think I run around in pink and dresses? I wear men's clothes." Nevia explained. Dyne held in a laugh at this, and Nevia turned her attention to him. "Dyne, I doubt they'll fit you well, but those are Vergil's clothes."
Dyne groaned. There was no way he'd fill those clothes. He was smaller in every aspect than his uncle, that he was sure of. Maybe he could fix it with a belt or something. "Come on, they'll just fall off."
"Well, it's just temperary. You're clothes look like they could use a good cleaning." She was right, because he was still wearing the clothes he'd come here in and the salt that had dried to them was beginning to aggitate Dyne's skin. He shrugged off his jacket, revealing his black undershirt and let the jacket fall to the floor.
"I'll hop in the shower first. I'll just pile these clothes outside the bathroom door." Dyne said, beginning to undo the holster for his guns. Once it was off, he handed the guns over to Nevia. "Could I get you to clean these up for me, please? I don't want them jamming up or nothing from all the salt." Nevia nodded, surprised to hear him say please. Dyne turned off to the bathroom, leaving the remaining three in the kitchen.
"See," Seigren began. "he can be pleasent, when he tries." He leaned forward on the table, resting his chin on his hands.
"Maybe he's actually going to keep his word." Nevia grumbled. She hadn't been around Dyne enough to know if he was true to his promises or not. "He seems to be acting different than earlier. What did you two tell him?"
"Nothing, really." Seigren defended. "We merely made the comment that he should be more kind toward you, that's all."
Nevia sighed. "Well, thanks. I appreciate it."
Seigren took a look up to the clock, seeing the time. "Oh dear, it's getting pretty late." He stood up, smoothing out his shirt. "I should be going."
Nevia stopped him as he tried to leave the room. "You can stay here for the night if you like. It might be dangerous out."
"Oh, but--"
"She's right." Fayze agreed with Nevia. "There's a bunch of weirdo's out there. A little guy like you might get hurt."
Seigren seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then finally nodded. "I suppose I could. I'd be honored."
Seigren decided to take the couch as his place to sleep, leaving Dyne and Fayze to share the spareroom. After an hour and a half, Dyne and Fayze had showered, and were now getting ready to sleep.
Dyne sat on the edge of his bed, bouncing up and down to test the beds springiness. He had just gotten his guns back from Nevia, and was checking them for any blemishes. He was wearing the clothes Nevia had given him and, just as he'd expected, they fit him like sheets. The dark blue, cotton t-shirt practically fell off Dyne's shoulders, and his blue jeans made him look like a rapper. Nevia had even given him boxers, which fit about the same way.
Fayze was running a comb through his ashy hair, getting out any knots and tangles. He was also dressed in the clothes he'd been given, but they fit him quite well. As Nevia had said, they were mens clothes, a burnt orange, sleeveless T with a pair of dark blue, demim carpenter jeans. Once Fayze was finished with his hair, he sat the comb down, looking at himself in a small hand mirror that was at his bedside table. He examined his face and bared his teeth, inspecting his sharp canines. Dyne couldn't help but notice them again and decided to pry.
"So, what kind of devil are you?" Dyne asked, finishing his gun inspection. Fayze sat the mirror back down, then sighed.
"I'm a bit of a mongrel. My moms a human, and my dad's part vampire, part devil." Fayze explained plainly. "Guess that makes me half devil/vampire, half human."
"Wow, that is a cur." Dyne remarked. Now that he knew what Fayze was, he wondered if the kid had a blood lust.
"Well, you're not exactly a petigree yourself, Dyne." Fayze said.
Dyne cocked a brow. "Meh, what do you know?"
Fayze eyed Dyne, a smile played on his face. "I figured out who you are."
"Oh really?" Dyne was curious to know what the kid knew about him.
Fayze layed out on the bed. "Yep. I didn't realize who you were at first, but you're Dante Sparda's kid, huh?"
"How do you know that?"
"My father's got some close ties with the wolf clan. He knows your old man too. We heard what you and your dad did three years ago. Pretty impressive."
"How's your dad know mine?" Dyne asked.
"He helped him some years ago. My dad worked with the devil army at the time, but he betrayed them. Now he, my mom, my dads friend and me all hang around with some of the wolf clan. We help get rid of some of the straggling devils from the armies." Fayze explained. "We weren't available back those three years ago, or we would have come to help out."
Dyne sat there for a moment, then decided to lay back in the bed, putting his guns on the floor next to the bed. He gave his bangle a glance, then let his arm rest under his head.
"Hey," Fayze began again. "you've got a twin brother, huh?"
Dyne smirked at the thought of Tye. He hadn't seen him for all these three years, only heard from him in letters and on the phone. "Yeah, what about him?"
"Kind of amazing, really. You two aren't at all alike."
"How do you know him?" Dyne asked, curious again.
"I told you, we keep in touch with the clan. We came by Berail a few days after that incident to apoligize for our absence. I was just a kid then, but I remember Skail introducing me to his adopted daughters boyfriend, your brother Tye." Fayze sighed, stretching longly. "He was a pretty cool guy. Really nice. . .almost peaceful. I've seen him a few times recently too."
Dyne scoffed. "Nice? Peaceful? Come on, Tye's a scrawny little fruit." Fayze seemed to laugh at this comment, causing Dyne to glare at him. "What?"
Fayze shook his head. "Nothing, nothing at all." He laughed again. "I take it you haven't seen him for a while, huh?"
"Nah. . ."
"Well, he talks about you constantly. Says he misses you."
Dyne decided to end the conversation, pointing at the lamp that sat on Fayzes bedside table. "You mind turning that off, so we can get to sleep?"
"Sure." Fayze agreed, flicking off the lamp. The room suddenly became pitch dark, and Dyne heard Fayze lay back into bed. "Good night then."
"g'night." Dyne sighed, closing his eyes.
(Sigh) Jeez, I think that's one of the longest chapters I've ever written. Hope noone minded the flashback thingy and everything. . .well, this whole chap was kind of boring, huh?
Dyne: Seigren's a wussy. . .
Burry: (bonks him) would you quit with the wuss crap?!
Could you review pretty please? Ya know I love um!
Dyne: Who's yo daddy?!
Fayze: . . . I love my daddy.
Dyne: I bet you're a wussy, right?
Fayze: TT NO! I can love my daddy and still not be a wuss! (cough)
Dyne: Riiiight. . .
If my spelling a bit messy, I'm sorry. I'm being forced to use notepad (cringes) until I get the money together to get m works. Due to this, I don't have a spell checker. Also, I'm just too damn lazy to get out my dictionary and look up any difficult words.
Dyne: You are such a broke ass bum, you know that?
Burry: Oh, shut your trap, arse hole. I need some help maintaining him. . . who wants to straighten him out? Come on, have at him!
Dyne: Hey now. . .don't get violent on me now. . .
Chapter 6
Nevia had just finished buying all of her things for dinner and was heading back down the street to the apartment. Her arms were overloaded with three large bags of vegetables, meat, noodles, and spices. It was going to be a big meal tonight.
One of the bags was balanced unevenly on her right arm and she held the other two in each hand. It seemed quite rude that no one would help her out. It was another block to the apartment, and she just knew she'd be dropping something before she got there.
"I'm going to break the fuckin' eggs. . ." Nevia thought to herself. She took a better grip on the bag that held numerous items, among them the eggs she was so upset about. There was a turn in the street, meaning that the apartment was quite close now.
Just as she made the turn, someone came around, bumping into her. She was knocked off balance and teetered backward, the bag on her arm and in one of her hands dropping to the stone street ground. She was relieved that the egg bag hadn't dropped. Nevia looked down at the mess at her feet; packages of meat, and some fruit were strewn across the floor, and a bottle of lemon juice was shattered. She groaned with aggitation, knelling down to pick up some of the contents. She sat the bag with eggs down and began.
"I'm so sorry ma'am!" the youthful male voice of the person who had bumped her apoligized. "Here, allow me to help."
Nevia didn't bother to look at the man, only continued to stuff her things back into their bags. "Don't worry about it, I've got it. . ." She could see whoever it was bend down and begin picking up a few items. "I said I've got it. . ." At this point, Nevia looked up just as the person handed her a small container of pepper.
It was a very slinder man, looking maybe in his early twenties. He was nicely tanned, and his hair was long, messy, and a very light blonde color, looking like he had bleached it. The man's structure made him look quite youthful. Nevia stared into his deep, sad blue eyes for a moment before beginning to speak.
"Ur. . .thanks. . ." Nevia said quickly, taking the pepper and shoving it into the bag. The man smiled kindly.
"Not at all miss. I'm dreadfully sorry about this. I should have been watching where I was going." The young mans voice was light and calm, making him sound very little and childish. Nevia smiled, shaking her head.
"It's alright, I wasn't really paying attention either." She took up a bell pepper and put it away as well, then took a small package of beef from the man.
Within a few moments, everything except the busted bottle of lemon juice was put away. Nevia stood up, adjusting her clothes. She watched the young man stand as well. He was wearing a long, purple t-shirt that only seemed to make him look thinner. For pants he wore a pair of khaki long shorts with sneakers. His attire didn't make him look much different than a school kid. He brushed some of his hair from his face and smiled at Nevia.
"All finished." He said, still smiling innocently. Nevia nodded and knelled back down, beginning to pick up the bags.
"Thanks." As Nevia grabbed for the last bag, the man bent down and scooped it up.
"Here, allow me to help you carry these." He stood with the bag just as Nevia did.
"Naw, don't worry about it." Nevia laughed. She could make it the rest of the way without any help.
"But I insist. It's the least I can do to make up for my mistake. Please?"
Nevia sighed and finally nodded. "I guess, just follow me to my place." The man nodded gently and followed as instructed. As they went on down the street, Nevia turned her head back to the man.
"By the way, I didn't catch your name."
The man smiled again. "I'm Siegren. And you?"
"Nevia."
The man sighed. "Nevia. . .what a beautiful name." He complemented. Nevia blushed, never getting that from anyone. She especially hadn't ever planned on getting any complements from a man. . .
"T-thanks."
Back at the apartment room, Fayze was reclined on the couch, his arms rested behind his head. Dyne had been in the bathroom for a good ten minutes. What the hell was he doing in there?
"Maybe he fell in. Or he's jacking around. . ." Fayze thought, letting out a little chuckle. He sighed soon after, wondering why Dyne had been so concerned about his dreams.
"That guy acts like he's a shrink or something. . .give me a break." Fayze rolled his tounge around in his mouth, then picked at a piece of something stuck in his teeth. When he'd bitten that guy, he must have gotten some of his arm stuck in his mouth. He was quite ashamed of it though. . .he had just instinctively latched onto the man. He felt good about it now though, at least he'd gotten back at them somewhat.
"Why the hell did I bite him though? I could have just broken his arm or something. . .would have handicapped him worse. He was just a human." Fayze thought, messing with one of his canines now. He damned his cursed blood, then sighed, putting his hand back behind his head. He was beginning to get hungry now, but just sighed. "Where's that girl with the food? Hope she's alright."
Just then, Fayze heard footsteps coming down the hall. He sensed two people, then watched the door. The knob turned, and in walked Nevia, followed closely by a feminine looking young man. "Who the hell?" Fayze sat up and waved to Nevia. "You're back." As the young man came in, Nevia motioned for him to shut the door behind him, and he did so.
"Thanks a lot for your help." Nevia thanked as she and Seigren headed into the kitchen. "How would you like to stay for dinner?" Fayze watched them both closely, still puzzled about the young man.
"That would be most wonderful, thank you, miss Nevia!"
"Wonder if he's a friend." Fayze thought, laying back onto the couch. He brushed his bangs to the side, then closed his eyes. As he did, he heard a door open behind him, then shut.
"'Bout time you got back." Dyne's voice said in his usual cocky tone. "By the way, Vergil went out to get some information. He told me to tell you." There was a grunt of acknowlegement and Fayze sat up again, looking at Dyne, who was heading to the kitchen. "Did you get a lot?"
"Yes, Dyne. I got plenty, so shut up and go away." Nevia sighed. She wasn't in the mood for Dyne's aggitating presence. Well, she was never in the mood for it. . .he was like an annoying child. She looked over at him, seeing that he had his hair brushed back and wore his usual miscivious grin. Personally, Nevia thought his hair looked better down; made him look more serious. Nevia narrowed her eyes at him, noticing that he wasn't leaving. "Go on, unless you plan to help out."
Dyne's grin widened playfully. "But of course, I would just love to assist you." Nevia groaned inwardly. She didn't think he'd actually want to help cook. She wondered if he could cook.
"He'd probably burn salad, the way he is. . ." Nevia thought as Dyne came to her side. Fayze was also now coming into the kitchen and took a seat at the table.
Dyne watched Nevia unload the remaining packages from their bags, then let his eyes wander around the room. He could see what looked like a messy haired blonde woman standing at one of the counters, their back turned to him, unloading a bag. Dyne leaned in toward Nevia.
"Who's the chick?" Dyne whispered.
"That's Seigren, and it's a dude, not a chick." Nevia explained.
Dyne cocked an eyebrow and moved away from Nevia, curious about this 'Seigren'. "Hey, blondie."
Seigren turned around fully, looking up at Dyne, who stood a good foot over the scrawny little man. "Me?"
"Yeah." Who else could he possibly be calling 'blondie'? Nevia had silver hair, and Fayze's was the color of ashes. "Who are you?"
Nevia moved forward now, before Seigren could open his mouth. "Sorry, should have introduced everyone. Dyne, Fayze, this is Seigren." She explained, pointing out Seigren. "Seigren, this is Dyne," she pointed to Dyne. "and this is Fayze." "pointed to Fayze.
Seigren smiled warmly, bowing. "It's a pleasure to meet your aquaintance." He said in his soft, light voice.
Dyne bit his lip, to supress the urge to laugh hysterically. He looked the guy over, conluding that he was a short, scrawny, hippy fruitcake. "There's no way this kid can be straight. . ." He thought. The way he smiled, the way he talked, everything made him look a bit. . .queer. Dyne rubbed his face, trying to straighten it enough to not look so amused.
"Nice to meet you too." Just saying that almost made Dyne burst with laughter. "Excuse me, please. . ." Dyne sat over at the table across from Fayze, his back to Nevia and Seigren. He looked up at Fayze, a wide smile splitting across his face. He gave Fayze a look that asked 'what the hell"? Fayze shrugged, not quite sure what to think of all this himself.
"The guy's definantly a little, odd. . ." Fayze thought, then rubbed his temples. He shrugged off his thoughts, then glanced at Dyne, who now had his head down, laughing silently. "Are you going to help Nevia with the cooking?"
Dyne sprang his head up. "Oh. . .OH! That! Right, I totally forgot, what with all the excitement." He sighed out most of his amusement, then stood up to help Nevia. He stood next to her again, watching as she got out a knife and a cutting board. "Hey there, I'm ready to help you." He was trying to sound suave, just to be an ass.
Nevia could see this, but sighed, trying her best not to blow up at him. "Can you actually cook?" She asked calmly.
Dyne thought for a moment. "Sure. Why couldn't I?"
"Have you ever actually cooked anything before?"
Dyne remembered when he was sixteen. It was fathers day, and he had promised to make Dante a feast of a dinner. "Well. . .funny story really. . ."
Flash back
"Dyne, what are you doing?" Tye asked, just waking up at around ten. It was summer now, and he tended to sleep in more often than usual.
"I'm making something to eat." Dyne explained.
This was a scary thought for Tye, even more so than how horrible the world would be if Dyne ever got a drivers license. . . "What are you making?"
"It's a present for dad, for fathers day. Since he's out working today, when he gets home tonight, I'll have the biggest, bestest dinner in the world made for him."
"Why do I doubt that somehow?" Tye grumbled. He could see almost every ingredient in the kitchen strewn out along the counters. "And you needed to upheavel the entire kitchen to make this meal?"
"I'm not quite sure what I'm going to make, but it's going to rock!" Dyne explained, digging out a large pot.
Tye sighed. "Whatever, just clean up your mess when you're done. . ." With that, Tye strode down the hall, through the living room, and back upstairs to the room.
Dyne started out trying to make a cake. What better to eat with dinner than a giant chocolate cake? He searched out the can of cocoa powder, which had the recipe for a chocolate cake on the back. He followed the directions almost perfectly, adding only a little extra cocoa and sugar. When he poured it into the size pan the box of cocoa instructed him to, the pan was only halfway full.
"Well, that won't do. . .I guess I'll make a second batch." With that, he proceeded to whip up another thing of chocolate cake mixture, then poured it into the same bowl as before, filling the pan to the rim. "Oh yeah, one big ass ultra chocolate cake, coming up." He popped the cake into the oven, and continued onto what he was planning next.
"Some steaks would be good." He got into the freezer, pulling out a package of frozen steaks. "I'll just stick them in the microwave and nuke them for a bit." He did so, then thought out what needed to be done now.
"What else does dad like? I know, I'll just make some ramen." Dyne was quick to get out eight packages of ramen, then the large pot he had sat out earlier. He filled it with water, then dumped the ramen in. He sat the flavor packets out on the counter. He'd just mix chicken and beef. . .that's how Dyne liked it, so he figured Dante might too. He put the pot onto the burner and flipped on the stove, watching the blue flames blaze up. Now he needed something else.
He pondered for a moment. "A salad!" He trotted to the fridge, taking out the lettuce and carrots. They seemed to be out of tomatoes, so he'd have to scratch them from the salad. The lettuce was quickly diced, and the carrots were shreaded, with the exception of one, which immediately went into Dyne's mouth. After the salad was completely mixed, he sat the large bowl of salad next to the stove and began rummaging around until he found some potatoes. "I'll make fries to go with it too."
Dyne got out the oil, putting it into a pan. He turned the flame under it to high and waited for it to boil. As he waited, he could smell the cake in the oven beginning to bake. "This is going to be good."
Finally, the oil was boiling, and Dyne chunked the now chopped up potato slices into the grease. This action triggered catastrophe.
The oil splashed from the pan violently, falling all over the stove top and under the burner. In one quick moment, the grease caught fire, and Dyne witnessed his first ever oil fire. "WOAH!" He cried, waving at the flames to try and make them go out. The fire was small, but wouldn't seem to go out, so Dyne began to fill a glass with water from the sink. He didn't know you weren't supposed to pour water on a grease fire. As soon as the water hit the oil, the flames grew and spread out, the oil sputtering viciously from the water. Burning oil splattered everywhere, over the stove, onto the floor, into the salad that sat next to the stove. . .Now his salad was on fire. . .
"SHIIIIIIIT!!!!!" Dyne yelled, trying to get to the flaming salad. The grease popped onto his arm, and he pulled back quickly. As quickly as possible, Dyne flicked off the burner under the oil, so that it wouldn't continue to boil. Unfortunately, now he still had to worry about the raging fire that was still blazing, the burning salad, and the now overboiling ramen pot. "SON OF A BITCH!!" He tried quickly to turn off the ramen as well and succeeded, but the fire had spread over to it, and was mixing with the overboiled water on the burner. Now the other half of the stove was in flames.
Just to add more havoc, Dyne could smell his cake burning, and when he pulled the door open, the thing was overflowing from the pan, spilling and burning all over the inside of the oven. "FUCK!" Dyne turned off the oven too, just so nothing else would go wrong there.
"Just calm down, just calm--OH SHIT!!" The flames had managed to crawl onto the wall now, and Dyne grabbed a nearby rag, smacking at the flames to try and extinguish them. The wind from the rag only made the fire spread more, and the flames continued up the wall.
"What the hell?" Dyne heard Tye say groggily, obviously heading down from the room. Now Dyne was screwed; he'd get caught, then Tye'd never let him live this down. . .
"FUCK!!" Dyne thought, letting out a hiss of pain as his hand fell onto some of the oil, scorching him severely. He ran over to the sink, washing his hand to try and cool it down.
Now Tye's footsteps were coming down the hall. "Dyne, what's that smell?"
Dyne didn't answer. He already knew he was caught, so why try to hide it? Tye emerged from the hall, and his face suddenly went pale. He yelped in surprise, then ran over to the stove, knocking the salad onto the tile floor. He dashed to the counter where the flour container was, and took the whole canister. He proceeded to douse the entire stove with flour, which made the flames in the oil die almost immediately. After that was finished, he quickly moved the pan of grease, filled a glass of water, and threw it onto the wall. He repeatedly refilled the glass and slung it onto the wall, until the flames were gone. He tossed the plastic glass into the sink, then proceeded to extinguish the still flaming salad with his foot. Dyne just stood at the sink, watching his brother in action. Just as the flaming salad was put out, the microwave dinged, indicating that the steaks were thawed.
The crisis seemed over, and Tye turned his attention to Dyne, who just stood there with his hand under the running water. Dyne gave a small, nervous giggle, then fell silent as Tye glared daggers at him.
"Dyne, what the heck did you do?!" Tye growled, breathing heavily.
"I-er, well, um I uh. . ." Dyne stuttered. Tye put up one hand, wanting silence. He took a deep breath, then let it out, beginning to massage his temples.
"Okay, let's just all calm down. . .I don't really think I want to know what happened, but. . ." Tye looked around the kitchen, seeing that it was an utter disaster zone. "We've got to get this cleaned up."
Dyne shut off the water, coddling his hand. Tye noticed what had happened, and came over to him, inspecting the badly blistered wound. "Ouch, that looks bad." He took Dyne by the arm, taking him to the bathroom.
Tye began taking out gauze and peroxide, tending to Dyne's hand. Dyne winced every now and then, but watched his brother calmly clean the wound.
"Dyne, you've got to learn to be more careful. . ." Tye warned.
"I was!" Dyne defended. "I didn't know--"
"Exactly, you didn't know!" Tye interupted. "Why do you always mess with things you don't know anything about?" He purposefully rubbed Dyne's hand a little too hard, to cause him a bit of pain. "You could have burnt the house down, do you know that?"
"Yeah, yeah." Dyne grumbled. "You bitch at me like you're my mother or something. . ." Dyne sighed with this, deciding that he'd said the wrong thing. Tye did the same, then began to wrap Dyne's hand with gauze wrap.
"Someone's got to help you out, right?" Tye said calmly. He finished the mending, then stood up straight. "That ought to do it. It'll be better soon."
"Thanks. . ." Dyne grumbled. He felt foolish for being griped out by his own brother.
"Okay, this is what we'll do. You want to get dad a nice dinner, right?" Tye began.
Dyne nodded. "Yeah. . ."
"Well then, I'll deal with dinner, but you've got to clean up that kitchen." Tye explained.
"Why me?!"
Tye glared at him. "You screwed it up, so you get to clean it up! It's only fair."
Dyne groaned, then nodded. "Fine. . ."
The rest of the day, Dyne had to tiddy the kitchen, while Tye ordered pizza and chinese. When Dante got home that night, he didn't even notice what had been done in the kitchen, he only asked when the wall behind the stove had been scorched like that.
"Been that way for some time now. You didn't know?" Tye lied for Dyne. Dante bought the story.
End flashback
Nevia stared at Dyne in disbelief. Her assumptions about Dyne burning salads were actually true, which she hadn't really believed was possible. How the hell could he be so accident prone? She glared at him for a moment. "That's not a funny story."
Dyne grinned. "You don't think so?"
"No, it just shows more evidence that you're a moron. Now get the hell out of my kitchen, before you destroy something." Nevia ordered.
"Oh, come on, babe! I wanna help!" Dyne protested. Nevial began to push him from the kitchen.
"I don't want your help, and don't you EVER call me babe again, or I swear to god I'll rack your sorry ass! Now get out of the kitchen!"
"But--"
"GO!!"
Dyne finally gave in, slinking over to the couch. He plopped himself down, feeling quite unwanted. He sighed, then spead out nicely with his arms rested behind his head. "Stupid wench. . ."
"I HEARD THAT, YOU LITTLE PIG!!" Nevia yelled from the other room. Dyne smirked and scoffed, then closed his eyes.
Some footsteps came from the kitchen into the living room after a few more moments. Dyne looked up to see Fayze standing by the couch. "What's up?"
Fayze sighed. "I don't wanna be in there right now. . ."
"Why? Nevia looking pissed?"
Fayzed scoffed. "Hell yeah, she's mumbling all kind of curses and death threats about you in there. The vibes she lets off are just scary. . ."
"Yep, that's what happens to a girl when she's PMSing. . ." Dyne explained.
"DYNE, IF YOU DON'T SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH, I SWEAR I'LL COME IN THERE AND DO IT FOR YOU!!!!" Nevia roared.
Seigren backed away from Nevia a bit, feeling almost as uneased as Fayze had. "Miss Nevia, I think you should calm down. He doesn't mean any harm. . ." Seigren tried to persuade.
Nevia took a very deep breath, held it for a good ten seconds, then released it. "I know. . .but god damn! He gets on my fucking nerves so badly!"
Seigren cocked his head. "Aren't you guys all friends?"
Nevia scoffed. "Friends? I barely know the asshole, and I can't stand every minute I have to see him! I know he gets a kick out of pissing me off too, that's the worst part of it."
Seigren scratched the back of his head, looking kind of upset. "Why don't you two try to get to know each other better then? I'm sure you could be friends. . ."
Nevia narrowed her eyes at Seigren. "You're kidding, right?" She asked dully.
"No, I bet if you got to know each other, you'd make good friends." Seigren turned to look at Dyne, who was now sitting at the couch with Fayze, flipping through the tv channels. "I can tell that Dyne is a really good guy. . .deep down."
Nevia continued to stare at Seigren in bewilderment. Who could possibly see any goodness in Dyne? When she looked at him, all she saw was his annoying, cocky little grin. Seigren didn't even know Dyne, so how could he say anything good about the guy? "How do you get that? He's a little turd."
"Nah, I can see something about him. He's got to be a decent guy, I know it." Seigren continued to defend.
Nevia sighed. "Whatever. I'm going to start making dinner. Why don't you go try to 'see' this goodness in Dyne that you say is supposedly there?"
Seigren looked back up at her. "You don't want any help?"
"Nah, I got it. Go on." Nevia pushed. Seigren nodded, heading out into living room with the other two men.
Dyne and Fayze both looked over to Seigren as he walked in. "Her nagging getting on your nerves too?" Dyne asked in an amused tone.
Seigren shook his head. "Not at all. She told me she didn't need any help, that's all."
Dyne scooted over, to make room for the guy. "Have a seat then." Seigren obliged, sitting at one end of the couch next to Dyne. "Thank you."
Dyne groaned, hitting the power off to the television. "Man, there ain't shit on. . ." He grumbled. He turned his head back some toward the kitchen, raising his voice some so that Nevia could hear him. "Boy, sure hope that food gets done soon! I'm famished!!"
"Shut up, or you'll end up with arsnic in your meal, Dyne!" Nevia growled, just loud enough for Dyne to hear.
Dyne laughed slightly, shaking his head. "Man, she sure can be a vicious little kitty, aye?"
Seigren sighed. "I really do think you two should try to be friends." He repeated, this time to Dyne. He got basically the same reply from Dyne as from Nevia.
"Be friends with her? Come on! She hates me, can't you tell?" Dyne laughed.
"Only because of the way you treat her. You aren't exactly very cosiderate of her feelings. . ."
Dyne stared at him for a moment. He wasn't sure if he should just state that the kid was being a queer, or if he should agree. "Yeah, yeah. . .whatever."
"No, really. You should be nicer to her. I bet if you wouldn't throw on such a 'hot shot' act everytime you were around her, I'm sure she'd really enjoy your company." Seigren explained.
Dyne looked over at Fayze, who was just looking at Dyne curiously. "He's got a point there, ya know. Bet you could hit it off with her if you were nice to her, for once. Heck, I've been here for only a few hours, and you two fight like a cat and dog. I bet this goes on all the time."
"Shut up, the both of ya." Dyne grumbled. "What do you want me to do, go in there and apoligize to her?"
"Actually," Seigren began. "That would be a good start."
Dyne scoffed, crossing his arms. There was no way she'd accept an apoligy from him. Not only that, but he didn't think she deserved it.
"Dyne. . ." The voice of Cerbis chirped from somewhere in his mind. "They're both right. You should say you're sorry to her." Dyne groaned with annoyance, then Fayze sat at the edge of the couch, watching Dyne hopefully.
"Come on, go for it." Fayze pushed.
"Yes, go on." Seigren agreed.
Fayze smiled cooly. "It's not like there's anything to be embarrassed about. . ."
"Dyne, listen to them." Cerbis piped again.
"Would you all just shut up!" Dyne growled, feeling quite angry now. Fayze sunk back into his seat as he caught glimpse of Dyne's eyes flickering red. Seigren just watched Dyne, sort of curious of his anger.
"Dyne. . ." Cerbis tried gently, as to not upset his master any further. "don't get so furrowed. It's not that hard to do."
"Silence. . ." Dyne growled inwardly. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. They were all right, and he knew it, but what would saying he was sorry now help? He doubted she'd forgive him. Nevia was a rude, vulgar wench, and that's all there was to it.
"Dyne, she isn't all that bad. Haven't you seen her around other people? She's an alright person, just not to you. Look how nice she was to Fayze."
Dyne groaned again, then stood up. "Alright, alright. Everyone quit your bitchin'. I'm going." With that, he strode off into the kitchen. Seigren glanced over to Fayze.
"You think he'll be alright?"
Fayze chuckled a bit. "If he's cool about it, otherwise he might end up with a butcher knife in the chest. . ."
Dyne came in, standing behind Nevia at the edge of the dining table. He could see Nevia chopping up some vegetables on the counter. "Hey." Dyne said, trying to sound as calm as possible.
Nevia turned her head a little, just enough to glare at Dyne. "What? I don't need any help."
Dyne shuffled his feet some, rubbing the back of his neck. Cerbis seemed to be jabbing at him, trying to get him to talk. "I uh, just wanted to tell you something. . ."
Nevia stopped what she was doing, turning around fully. "Tell me what?"
"Just say you're sorry." Cerbis persuaded. "Come on."
"Er. . .I, uh. . ." Dyne grumbled. His voice was very low, so much that Nevia couldn't understand him. "I'm sorry."
Nevia cocked her head, her hands on her hips now with impatience. "What was that? Speak up, can't hear you."
"I said, I'm sorry." Dyne said, speaking louder now. Nevia narrowed her eyes at Dyne.
"Sorry for what?"
Dyne fumbled around in his mind, trying to figure out what he was going to say. "What do I tell her?"
"Sorry for being a rude, pompus, arrogant, cretin. That should do it." Cerbis explained.
Dyne mentally scoffed at this, then turned his attention back to Nevia. He could feel his ears burning. "I'm sorry for being an ass."
Nevia just stared at him, astonished. Why would he say that, all the sudden? She knew Fayze and Seigren must have put him up to it. "You've got to be kidding, right?"
Dyne shook his head, feeling his face glowing. "No, I'm really sorry for the way I've acted toward you." Nevia could actually sense a bit of sincerety in his voice. She smiled thinly, deciding to trust him, at least for now.
"So, you won't be a dick anymore, right?" Nevia asked, hopping that this apoligy would make her life a bit easier with him around.
"Yeah, guess so. . ." Dyne agreed glumily.
Nevia laughed, an amused grin across her face. "Okay, I know you're just trying to get on my good side, so you better keep your word. Got it?"
Dyne nodded reluctantly. Now who'd he pick on?
Nevia began pushing Dyne from the kitchen. "Now, go on. Dinner's almost done."
Nevia was right, because about ten minutes later, she was in the living room, announcing that everyone come eat. As everyone sat down at the table, Dyne laughed happily. There was beef stroganoff, shrimp salad, wine, and garlic bread that Nevia had obviously not cooked herself in the hour it took her to make dinner.
"Okay, dig in. There's plenty of stroganoff, but we've got to save a little for Vergil." Nevia knew Vergil had quite an appetite, but that was to be expected from someone with such a high metabolism. Nevia watched Dyne take her literally, plunging immediatly into the main entree. Fayze was a bit more calm about it, but was quickly stuffing a large piece of bread into his mouth. Seigren was eating just as petitly as Nevia, taking small bites of food.
Before anyone else could finish half of their first plate, Dyne was going in for seconds, piling more stroganoff onto his plate. He put that food off, devouring his salad and bread instead. Nevia watched him, not sure if she should be amused or disgusted.
"You're a pig, Dyne." Nevia commented. Dyne just smiled at her, his cheeks full of bread. He looked like a giant squirrel.
Finally, everyone had had their fill, except Dyne, who was forced to stop eating after his sixth plate of food. Nevia repeated that Vergil had to eat, so Dyne wasn't going to get to fill his stomach to full capacity.
"A full belly makes a slow devil hunter." Fayze warned, wiping his hands on his napkin. He drank down the remainder of his wine, wiping his face afterward.
"Whatever." Was all Dyne answered, gulping what he had left of his drink. He took a look over his shoulders at the clock in the living room. It was now nine. Dyne reclined back a little. "Well, I'm a bit tired." He looked over to Nevia, who was piling dishes into the sink. "Hey, where can I sleep?"
Nevia looked back at him. "We've got a spare bedroom, along with the couch. Your choice." Nevia went away from the kitchen, then came back after a few minutes. She handed Dyne some clothes, also to Fayze. "You two should take a shower, you're both a mess." She looked at Fayze. "Those ought to fit you, they're mine."
Still shirtless, Fayze smiled thinly, kind of embarassed that he'd be wearing a woman's clothes. Dyne was sure to point it out.
"You're gonna wear girl clothes!" Dyne laughed. Nevia shot him a glare.
"Their manly enough. How often do you think I run around in pink and dresses? I wear men's clothes." Nevia explained. Dyne held in a laugh at this, and Nevia turned her attention to him. "Dyne, I doubt they'll fit you well, but those are Vergil's clothes."
Dyne groaned. There was no way he'd fill those clothes. He was smaller in every aspect than his uncle, that he was sure of. Maybe he could fix it with a belt or something. "Come on, they'll just fall off."
"Well, it's just temperary. You're clothes look like they could use a good cleaning." She was right, because he was still wearing the clothes he'd come here in and the salt that had dried to them was beginning to aggitate Dyne's skin. He shrugged off his jacket, revealing his black undershirt and let the jacket fall to the floor.
"I'll hop in the shower first. I'll just pile these clothes outside the bathroom door." Dyne said, beginning to undo the holster for his guns. Once it was off, he handed the guns over to Nevia. "Could I get you to clean these up for me, please? I don't want them jamming up or nothing from all the salt." Nevia nodded, surprised to hear him say please. Dyne turned off to the bathroom, leaving the remaining three in the kitchen.
"See," Seigren began. "he can be pleasent, when he tries." He leaned forward on the table, resting his chin on his hands.
"Maybe he's actually going to keep his word." Nevia grumbled. She hadn't been around Dyne enough to know if he was true to his promises or not. "He seems to be acting different than earlier. What did you two tell him?"
"Nothing, really." Seigren defended. "We merely made the comment that he should be more kind toward you, that's all."
Nevia sighed. "Well, thanks. I appreciate it."
Seigren took a look up to the clock, seeing the time. "Oh dear, it's getting pretty late." He stood up, smoothing out his shirt. "I should be going."
Nevia stopped him as he tried to leave the room. "You can stay here for the night if you like. It might be dangerous out."
"Oh, but--"
"She's right." Fayze agreed with Nevia. "There's a bunch of weirdo's out there. A little guy like you might get hurt."
Seigren seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then finally nodded. "I suppose I could. I'd be honored."
Seigren decided to take the couch as his place to sleep, leaving Dyne and Fayze to share the spareroom. After an hour and a half, Dyne and Fayze had showered, and were now getting ready to sleep.
Dyne sat on the edge of his bed, bouncing up and down to test the beds springiness. He had just gotten his guns back from Nevia, and was checking them for any blemishes. He was wearing the clothes Nevia had given him and, just as he'd expected, they fit him like sheets. The dark blue, cotton t-shirt practically fell off Dyne's shoulders, and his blue jeans made him look like a rapper. Nevia had even given him boxers, which fit about the same way.
Fayze was running a comb through his ashy hair, getting out any knots and tangles. He was also dressed in the clothes he'd been given, but they fit him quite well. As Nevia had said, they were mens clothes, a burnt orange, sleeveless T with a pair of dark blue, demim carpenter jeans. Once Fayze was finished with his hair, he sat the comb down, looking at himself in a small hand mirror that was at his bedside table. He examined his face and bared his teeth, inspecting his sharp canines. Dyne couldn't help but notice them again and decided to pry.
"So, what kind of devil are you?" Dyne asked, finishing his gun inspection. Fayze sat the mirror back down, then sighed.
"I'm a bit of a mongrel. My moms a human, and my dad's part vampire, part devil." Fayze explained plainly. "Guess that makes me half devil/vampire, half human."
"Wow, that is a cur." Dyne remarked. Now that he knew what Fayze was, he wondered if the kid had a blood lust.
"Well, you're not exactly a petigree yourself, Dyne." Fayze said.
Dyne cocked a brow. "Meh, what do you know?"
Fayze eyed Dyne, a smile played on his face. "I figured out who you are."
"Oh really?" Dyne was curious to know what the kid knew about him.
Fayze layed out on the bed. "Yep. I didn't realize who you were at first, but you're Dante Sparda's kid, huh?"
"How do you know that?"
"My father's got some close ties with the wolf clan. He knows your old man too. We heard what you and your dad did three years ago. Pretty impressive."
"How's your dad know mine?" Dyne asked.
"He helped him some years ago. My dad worked with the devil army at the time, but he betrayed them. Now he, my mom, my dads friend and me all hang around with some of the wolf clan. We help get rid of some of the straggling devils from the armies." Fayze explained. "We weren't available back those three years ago, or we would have come to help out."
Dyne sat there for a moment, then decided to lay back in the bed, putting his guns on the floor next to the bed. He gave his bangle a glance, then let his arm rest under his head.
"Hey," Fayze began again. "you've got a twin brother, huh?"
Dyne smirked at the thought of Tye. He hadn't seen him for all these three years, only heard from him in letters and on the phone. "Yeah, what about him?"
"Kind of amazing, really. You two aren't at all alike."
"How do you know him?" Dyne asked, curious again.
"I told you, we keep in touch with the clan. We came by Berail a few days after that incident to apoligize for our absence. I was just a kid then, but I remember Skail introducing me to his adopted daughters boyfriend, your brother Tye." Fayze sighed, stretching longly. "He was a pretty cool guy. Really nice. . .almost peaceful. I've seen him a few times recently too."
Dyne scoffed. "Nice? Peaceful? Come on, Tye's a scrawny little fruit." Fayze seemed to laugh at this comment, causing Dyne to glare at him. "What?"
Fayze shook his head. "Nothing, nothing at all." He laughed again. "I take it you haven't seen him for a while, huh?"
"Nah. . ."
"Well, he talks about you constantly. Says he misses you."
Dyne decided to end the conversation, pointing at the lamp that sat on Fayzes bedside table. "You mind turning that off, so we can get to sleep?"
"Sure." Fayze agreed, flicking off the lamp. The room suddenly became pitch dark, and Dyne heard Fayze lay back into bed. "Good night then."
"g'night." Dyne sighed, closing his eyes.
(Sigh) Jeez, I think that's one of the longest chapters I've ever written. Hope noone minded the flashback thingy and everything. . .well, this whole chap was kind of boring, huh?
Dyne: Seigren's a wussy. . .
Burry: (bonks him) would you quit with the wuss crap?!
Could you review pretty please? Ya know I love um!