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Chapter 9
Vergil moved away from Dyne after his inspection, sighing deeply. "He seems poisoned."
"Poisoned?!" Nevia cried. She was quick to come to Dyne's side, pushing Vergil out of the way in the process. "What do you mean, poisoned?!"
"I mean exactly what I said. The poison seems to have slowed his healing powers, so it'll be some time before the wounds close all the way. His internal organs are already healed completely, but the skin and muscles are going to take a bit longer." Vergil explained.
Nevia stroked her fingers through Dyne's hair, tears beginning to whell up in her eyes again. "Is he going to live? Can we cure him?"
Vergil was reluctant to answer. He really wasn't sure about that. "If he rests, he might be alright. I can't say for sure."
Fayze sat back from the others, biting one of his fingernails as he stared at Dyne on the couch. "So, we don't know if he'll live?"
Vergil sighed again. "We can only hope. If we're lucky, his body will run the poison out of his system. It might take a few days though."
Nevia felt some relief at this, but was anxious at Vergil's insecurity. She looked down at Dyne to see sweat was beaded on his now paling face, and he was shivering slightly. As Nevia wiped some sweat from his brow, she could feel that he was very hot. "Why's he running a fever?"
"Probably from the poison. His body's trying to fight it." Vergil guessed. "We should get him to his room, so he can rest."
"Yeah. . ." Nevia agreed, beginning to try and pick Dyne up. Vergil moved her, taking Dyne up himself.
"Let me." Vergil insisted.
Nevia was upset at this, but nodded. "Fine, but I'm going to wrap his wounds."
"Be my guest." Vergil said as he left the room with Dyne in his arms. The boy was still bleeding some, but not as bad as he had been. Nevia ran to get her medical things, then rushed into the spare room. Vergil had already removed Dyne's guns, and was just about to lay him down.
"Don't lay him down! Keep him set upright. I've got to patch him up." Nevia yelled, not wanting the sheets of the bed to get bloody. Vergil did as he was asked and held Dyne upright, so that Nevia could tend to him.
Nevia sat next to Dyne and went to work cleaning out the wounds and wrapping his chest with gauze wrap. She was soon finished, and allowed Vergil to lay the boy down on his back.
"Now what?" Nevia asked Vergil nervously as she covered Dyne with a blanket.
"We do the only thing we can do. . .wait."
After Vergil left the room, Nevia got herself a chair and sat it next to Dyne's bed, waiting. She ocasionally would leave the room to get cool water and a rag to put on Dyne's head, to try and reduce his fever. It had been over eleven hours since Dyne had been layed down, and he didn't seem to be getting any better. His face was ghostly white, and sweat poured down his face. Nevia had to uncover his body, just to cool his chest off. She even turned down the air conditioner.
Nevia sat next to Dyne, holding his limp hand in her own. She was beginning to think that he would never recuperate. She just wanted to see his eyes open again, even for just a moment.
"Dyne. . ." She muttered. "please. . .wake up. You've got to get through this." She held Dyne's hand up to her face. Dispite his fever, his hands were extremely cold. "Dyne. . ."
A very soft and nearly inaudible whimper came from Dyne, and Nevia gasped at it, dropping Dyne's hand to the bed. She saw his eyebrows and lips twist some as he stirred in his sleep, then he partially opened his eyes. Weakly, he blinked and looked over to Nevia.
"N. . .Nevia?" He asked in a soft, weak voice. Nevia yelped with happiness, laying her body over Dyne's chest in an awkward hug. Dyne groaned as a dull pain spread through his chest. Nevia realized that his wounds hadn't healed completely yet, and quickly got off of him. She sighed with relief as Dyne stared at her weakly.
"I'm so glad you're alright." She said, her face showing the most sincere look of concern Dyne had ever seen. "I thought you were going to die."
Dyne just watched her for a moment, breathing shallowly. "You. . .were really worried about me?" Dyne finally asked softly.
Nevia stared at him in bewilderment. "Of course I was worried! We weren't sure if you were going to live or not. . ." Nevia trailed off here, and Dyne just watched her silently. He tried to rub his face, but couldn't seem to move his arm.
"What's wrong with me? Why can't I move?" Dyne asked, beginning to worry about himself.
"You've been poisoned." Nevia explained. Dyne groaned weakly, feeling completely drained of energy.
He shivered slightly. "I'm so cold. . .and my head feels like its going to explode. . ." Dyne groaned. "I feel really sick. . ."
"Well, of course." Nevia agreed. She put a cool rag on his head, covered him with his blanket, and smiled. "Just rest, okay? You need to get well."
Dyne groaned his agreement, then rolled his head away from Nevia to stare at the ceiling. "How long have I been out?"
Nevia looked over at the clock at Fayze's bedside. "About thirteen hours. It's two in the morning."
"Damn. . ." Dyne grumbled. He'd never been wounded for that long before. Usually he was better within an hour or so. He could see now why Nevia was so worried about his safety. "Have you been watching over me the whole time?"
"Most of the time." Nevia admitted. Dyne sighed and wondered why she would care for him that much. Maybe she really did like him or something.
"Thanks then. . ." He said, closing his eyes. He still felt horrible, and couldn't find the strength to move anything but his head yet. "I must look pitiful, huh?"
Nevia didn't answer, merely leaned forward some and brushed some of his hair back. "Just rest. . ."
"Yeah. . ." Dyne groaned. "You know. . .you remind me of how my mother used to treat me when I was sick."
"Oh really?" She smiled. "How is that?"
"Well, I don't remember her well, but I remember when I felt bad, she would sit with me at my bed and sing to me while messing with my hair." Dyne smiled, watching Nevia.
"Thanks then. You want me to sing to you?" She felt kind of awkward, but she would sing if he'd like.
"Only if you can." Nevia nodded, still stroking his head. She began to hum a tune, one that she had heard quite often from Vergil. Dyne looked at her curiously as he heard it. "That song. . ." Dyne trailed off. "Never mind. . .I didn't know you could sing. . ." Now Dyne closed his eyes, sighing deeply. "I know that song though. . ." Nevia continued to run her fingers through Dyne's hair for a moment, until she was quite sure that he was asleep again. She moved away from him, watching him for a second before standing from her chair.
"Sleep well, Dyne." She told him, then left the room. As she went down the hall to the living room, Fayze was coming to the room for bed. She gave him a thumbs up to tell him that Dyne was looking good.
"Excellent." Fayze smiled. It was good to know that the guy was going to be alright.
"Good night Fayze." Nevia said as she continued to the living room. She heard the spare bedroom door close as she came in front of the couch, where Vergil sat quietly.
"Is he okay?" He asked, looking up at Nevia with a rather tired look on his face.
"I think so." Nevia said with a smile. Vergil stood then, stretching longly.
"Good then. I can go off to bed without having to worry so much." As he passed Nevia to get to his own room, he put his hand on Nevia's head, ruffling her hair some. "You should get some sleep too, you know."
"Right. . ." Nevia sighed. She was dreadfully tired herself, and yawned. "I'll see you in the morning."
Nevia followed Vergil until he turned off into his room, then went off to her room. As she came into the small bedroom, she flicked on the light. Her room was rather messy; cloths were spread all over the floor, mostly from searching for clothes for Dyne and Fayze. Now she'd have to find more shirts for Dyne.
"If this keeps up, I'll be out of shirts in a week." Nevia told herself as she began to dig through her closet for some shirts she thought Dyne might find suitable. She pulled out another long sleeved over shirt, this one dark blue. She hoped it wouldn't end up like the black one she'd given Dyne earlier. She also found a white cotton t-shirt, plenty big enough for Dyne to fit into.
With the shirts picked out, it was time for bed. Nevia threw herself onto her mattress, curling up under the blankets. She was quickly drifting off, smiling lightly as she did so. "I'm glad he's alright. . ."
"Dyne. . ." A voice whispered calmly. Dyne was again within the darkness of his nightmare, sitting on the ground. He couldn't stand for some reason. It seemed that even in this dream he wasn't healed from the poison. His eyes darted around, searching for the owner of the voice. He knew exactly who it was.
"Not today. . ." Dyne groaned. He wouldn't be able to fight the demon this time, not in the condition he was in. "Leave me alone."
The devil suddenly materialized in front of Dyne, glaring down at him. "Why not? Don't you enjoy my company?"
"Yeah," Dyne scoffed. "like a hernia." He narrowed his eyes at the devil. "Don't you have anything better to do? Like hide under little kids beds or something?"
"Why, pray tell, would I do that?" The demon asked, almost sounding curious. "I'm not a boogy man."
"Then what the hell are you making me have these nightmares for?" Dyne growled. "I already told you, I'm not interested in joining you."
"And I already told you. . .I'm going to take you by force." Dyne could barely make out a thin smile across the devils face. "You're too weak to fight me today. It should prove easy to take you under my control."
Dyne tried to scooch himself backwards some, but his legs wouldn't move. "That's what you're planning? To take control of me?"
"In a matter of speaking, yes." The devil replied, moving closer. "You'll see what I mean once I've finished."
Dyne began to panic as the demon put out his hand. The dark slime shot from the demon, plastering onto Dyne's lower body. Dyne couldn't lift a finger to retaliate against it. In frustration, Dyne yelled out as the ooze crawled quickly up his chest and to his neck. He felt it coming up the bottom of his chin, then it was suddenly over is face and eyes. As it completely covered him, the darkness turned to a blood red color, and he felt as though he was sinking into something. Dyne shut his eyes tightly, hoping that he would wake up soon.
As he continued to sink, a fearful thought crossed Dyne's mind. What if he didn't wake up? What would happen to him? There was nothing he could do to fight against it, so he just kept falling, and falling. . .
Until he felt something suddenly take hold of his arm. He felt himself being pulled up from whatever it was he was sinking into. He felt himself be ripped from the dark slime, and opened his eyes in surprise.
"Are you alright?" A calm, smooth , familiar voice asked. Dyne stared up at a man sitting next to him. They looked the same age as Dyne, and their face looked exactly like Dyne's, but their hair was jet black and their eyes yellow.
"Who are. . ." Dyne began to ask weakly. He felt more drained now than he had before he'd been covered.
"It's me, Cerbis." The man explained. Now Dyne knew where he'd heard the voice; it was the same one he heard every time Cerbis spoke to him in his mind. He'd never seen him in a human form before. "I can't believe I could actually help you this time."
"Thanks." Dyne said with a smirk. "Why do you look like me though?"
Cerbis stood up, helping Dyne to his feet as well. "There's no time to explain. We've got to get you woken up." As Cerbis took Dyne by the hand, he spun around to see the dark devil, stooping over him.
"How dare you interfere." The devil growled angrily. It was something quite different from his usual calm, soft voice. "You impudent cur!"
Cerbis pushed Dyne away from him and to the ground as the demon backhanded him across the face. Cerbis stumbled to his side a bit, but continued standing. He glared up at the devil bravely.
"So long as I'm here, you'll never take my master." Cerbis stated with a look of determination in his face.
The devil sneered at him. "If that's the case, then we'll just have to remove you, won't we?"
Dyne watched as the demon grabbed Cerbis by his head. He brought Cerbis's head down into his knee, then threw him away. Cerbis stumbled back quite a bit before regaining his balance. He charged at the devil now, and when he was within range, he brought his hand at the devils face. The demon clenched Cerbis's hand tightly, leering at him.
"Begone." the devil said cooly. Dyne saw a sword like blade materialize in his hand, and he thrusted it into Cerbis's chest. Cerbis groaned softly, backing away as the demon let him loose and withdrew the blade. The devil wasn't finished, and in one quick punch, he toppled Cerbis to the ground with a dull thud.
"NO!" Dyne cried out, unable to move from his spot on the ground. Cerbis weakly turned his head over to Dyne, blood seeping from his nose and mouth. He yelped in pain as the demon kicked him in the stomach, and Dyne could see the bastard bending down next to the spirit.
"Now, you die, little weakling." the demon said in his usual tone. He pressed one hand onto the top of Cerbis's head, pushing down hard as if to smash his skull. Cerbis cried out in agony, still looking at Dyne.
"You have to wake up, NOW!" Cerbis cried, weakly taking ahold of the devils arm. He tried to remove it from his head, but could only relieve some of the pressure from his skull. "HURRY OR WE BOTH LOSE!"
Dyne suddenly shot up in bed, gasping. He held his hand to his chest, where his heart raced. His eyes darted around, and he could see that he was in his room. His body trembled with both fright and weakness and he felt like he was going to puke.
"Cerbis?" Dyne whispered weakly through a heavy breath of air. He waited for a moment, not getting a reply. "Cerbis?" There was still nothing, but Dyne could sense that the spirit was still within him. However, he could tell something was wrong. "Cerbis, answer me!!" Dyne yelled mentally. He sensed Cerbis shift slightly in his body, but it seemed very weak.
"Dyne. . . I'm very sorry. . ." Cerbis finally said. His voice was usually smooth, yet lively. Now he sounded weak and almost hoarse.
"Are you alright?" There was no answer for a moment, but finally Dyne heard him sigh.
"I. . .I don't know."
"What the hell just happened?!"
Cerbis shifted around some and shuddered. "I'm wounded pretty badly. . .I had to get you woken up before he killed me and possessed you. . .but. . ."
"It worked, I'm fine." Dyne assured. "What are you 'but' ing about?"
"I used up almost all of my power to rouse you. . .I'm lucky to still be alive."
"What do you. . ." Dyne caught a glimpse of his bangle as he slowly brought his hand away from his chest. The usually brilliant, blue saphire within it was a dull, cloudy greyish blue. "What's wrong with you?"
"Dyne. . .almost all of my energy is expended. Huh. . .if you could see me now. . .I'm a pitiful wreck. I don't think I'll be of much use to you anymore." Cerbis explained weakly.
Dyne shook his head at Cerbis. "Don't say that! I'm sure you can still help me!"
"I can't lend you my powers anymore. Sure, you can still use the gauntlet, but I won't be able to fuse my energy with yours. . ."
Dyne sighed, smiling thinly. It didn't really matter to him if he couldn't use Cerbis to boost up his devil trigger. He was plenty strong without Cerbis's energy too. Besides, he almost never used his fused devil trigger anyways. "I can still use the gauntlet, right?"
"Yes. . ."
"Then what do we have to worry about? I'll be fine. You being my weapon is help enough."
Cerbis chuckled softly. "Thank. . .you. . .master. . ."
"When do you think you'll get better?" Dyne asked curiously.
"I don't know. . .I'm sorry. . ."
Dyne sighed softly, then carefully draped his legs over the side of the bed. His body was still very weak, but after his dream, he seemed to have some adrenaline in his veins. He slowly got to his feet, his head throbbing horribly. The room seemed to spin slightly, and Dyne held one hand to his head.
"I need a drink. . ." Dyne grumbled. He looked around for a moment, seeing Fayze laying in his own bed. He looked rather peaceful there, and Dyne felt the urge to shake him awake, just for looking that way. "How can he be sleeping so well? I thought he had those dreams too. . ." Dyne figured that they didn't have them at the same time all the time, even though that had been the case the night before.
With a deep breath, Dyne slowly shuffled from the room. His mind was so askewed, that he staggered around the hall to the bathroom drunkenly. His eyes were no help, because of the darkness. He just hoped that no one was awake.
As Dyne came to the bathroom, he leaned against the wall weakly, taking in deep breaths of air. Just the quick walk to the bathroom seemed to have exausted him. "I just need a quick drink. . .then I'm back off to bed." Dyne told himself. He could see throught the cracks in the door that the light was on and began fumbled around for the doorknob. Once he had a hold on it, he quickly turned it, using his weight to open the door.
As he stumbled inside, there was a quick yelp of surprise and Dyne could see Nevia, standing there in front of him in the middle of the bathroom, completely naked and wet. Dyne's reaction time was so screwed up, that he didn't even try to dash out of the room with embarrassment or make a remark. He just stood there dumbly, staring at Nevia's slinder body.
"What the hell are you doing?!?!?" Nevia hissed lowly, trying to keep her voice down. She snatched up a towel on the sink top, covering herself as quickly as possible. Her face was completely scarlet and she just glared at Dyne viciously. Dyne was just standing there with a sickly look to him. Everything suddenly sunk in, and his cheeks flushed a pink that was quite obvious over his almost white face. However, his mind was so disfuntional at the moment that he just continued on with what he was doing. Nevia could tell something was wrong with him.
"I'm getting a drink." He stated weakly, moving to the sink. He bent over and turned on the faucet, cupping his hands to catch the water. He began to drink, and also splashed some onto his face to try and cool it down. "She's gonna kill me, she's gonna kill me. . ." Dyne thought miserably. The water didn't seem to help any, and his consiousness seemed to sink away from him as he stood back up. "I. . .I'm goin' off ta bed now. . ." Dyne babbled. "I'll see ya-"
Suddenly, Dyne's legs gave out on him. As he fell, his head smashed into the sink top, and he crumpled to the floor. Nevia gasped and bent to his side, pulling the upper half of his body up into her arms. There was a large gash on Dyne's forehead, where he had slammed into the sink counter.
"Dyne? Dyne, what happened?!" Nevia cried softly. She held her towel onto herself with one hand, trying to figure out what she was going to do. "You just hang on there. . ."
Nevia laid him down on the floor gently, then hurriedly ran into her room to get dressed. When she returned, Dyne was exactly how she'd left him; laying on his back with blood seeping from his forehead. She moved over by the toilet and grabbed the toilet paper, rolling some onto her hand. She then came back to Dyne and began patting at his head.
"What was he doing?" She wondered, getting ready to lift him from the floor. She managed to pick him up as gently as possible, and slowly left the bathroom, taking Dyne back to his room. "I wonder if he even noticed me. . ."
As Nevia nudged the bedroom door open, she could hear Dyne groaning softly. At least he was still alive. She took him over to his bed and laid him down again, covering him up. She shook her head and sighed as she left the room to get some more cold water.
Fayze was the first to wake up the next morning, with rays of sunlight beaming into his eyes through the window. He squinted painfully, feeling a bit more worn out than he had the night before. He looked around the room, then caught sight of Dyne's bed. Next to it, Nevia seemed to be asleep. She was sitting in a chair, but the upper half of her body was leaned down onto Dyne's bed. Dyne was also asleep, his face looking a bit brighter now.
Fayze slowly pulled him legs over the side of the bed, then stretched tirely. He was just so tired for some reason. . .As he cracked his neck and yawned, he slipped on his shirt and stood up. His clock read nine, which meant that Fayze had overslept. . .
"Nine!? What the hell am I doing asleep at nine!?" Fayze yelled at himself mentally. He grumbled lightly as he trudged from the room, cursing himself under his breath. "Nine. . .sheesh. . ."
Vergil was sitting at the kitchen table with a warm cup of coffee just as Fayze came in. He could see that the boy seemed to be anrgy; his eyes gleamed with violence for some unknown reason.
"Good morning there Fayze. . ." Vergil greeted with a yawn. He didn't exactly look very well himself; his hair was a mess, as though he hadn't brushed it this morning, and his eyes seemed glazed a bit.
"Yeah, hi. . ." Fayze grumbled. "What happened to you? You're comb kick the bucket?"
"Hmmm..." Vergil hummed, taking a sip of his coffee. "Someone's snappy. God, what's with everyone today? Dyne's sick, you've got some wild hair up your ass, Nevia's being nice to Dyne. . ."
"So? I'm fine. Just overslept." Fayze explained.
"Suuure. . ."
Fayze glared at Vergil for just a moment before turning away and getting a bowl down from one of the cabinets. He proceeded to make a bowl of cereal, then sat down across from Vergil to begin eating.
Vergil watched for a moment, still trying to figure out what was wrong with the boy. "Did you have one of those dreams again?"
"No." Fayze put bluntly, stabbing a spoonful of cereal into his mouth. Not only was he tired, but he was very hungry. "I slept fine. Just too much." Fayze looked up at Vergil, gazing at his cloudy, saggy eyes. "Looks like you didn't sleep at all."
"Not really, no." Vergil admitted. "Couldn't seem to. . .drift off. . ."
"Hmph." Was all Fayze replied, finishing off his breakfast. He stood up suddenly, putting the empty bowl onto the counter next to the sink and began storming back to his room.
"Damn. . .What's his problem?" Vergil wondered, yawning again. He really did want to sleep. "Damn it all to hell. . ."
Nevia was jostled awake as the door to the bedroom was slammed loudly. As she spun her head to see who it was, she saw Fayze trudging toward his bed. "You okay?"
"No." Fayze spat, grabbing up his jacket and digging through the pockets. He retrieved his pack of smokes and then left the room, slamming the door behind him again.
This time, Dyne stirred to life, groaning lightly. He opened his eyes thinly and stared at Nevia with a confused look on his face.
"What the hell was that?"
Nevia shrugged. "I don't know. . .Fayze looked pissed."
"Fayze? Why?"
"Don't know. . .he didn't say." Nevia decided not to worry about Fayze for the moment and instead turned her full attention to Dyne. "How're you feeling?"
Dyne made a quick grunt, then tried to sit up. It took a moment, but he succeeded, then smiled thinly. "I feel a lot better, I guess."
Nevia put one hand on his head, which had cooled down considerably since last night. "Well, your fever's gone, so looks like you're gonna be fine."
Dyne did feel a bit better; not quite so stiff anymore. His wounds were completely healed now, but he still felt a bit shaky. He didn't see any reason to tell Nevia about the dream and Cerbis. . .She might get worried about him. He carefully began to get up off the bed, Nevia giving him a hand up.
"You feeling okay then?" Nevia asked as Dyne was completely upright, swaying a little unbalanced.
"Yeah. . ." Dyne admitted, starting to walk around the room to test himself. His was just a little stiff and achy, but he could walk just fine. However, there seemed to be a space in his mind that was emptied and weak.
"Poor Cerbis. . ." Dyne thought. He imagined that the spirit was resting up, trying to recuperate. "Well," he began out loud. "I can move. So everythings gonna be cool."
"You're not going to end up like you were last night, right?" Nevia asked before she could stop herself. She should have just kept her mouth shut. It might have been possible that he didn't even remember the bathroom incident.
"What?" Dyne asked blankly. He had his brows cocked in confusion, and just stared at Nevia. "What about last night?"
"Oh. . .so you don't remember?"
Dyne suddenly flushed pink as he tried to remember what he had done after talking to Cerbis last night. "Oh. . .I, er. . .Yeah, that. . ."
Nevia rubbed the back of her neck with embarrassment. "I swear. . .Don't you ever tell ANYONE what you saw last night. Got it?"
Dyne nodded once to show his affirmination. "Gotcha. And I won't tell anyone about your small breasts."
Nevia turned so red that Dyne thought her head would explode. "T-they are not, you perv. . ."
"Yeah, right. You were as flat as a board!" Dyne laughed. He had never really thought about Nevia's breast size before. He'd never seen her in any tight clothes. . .but he hadn't really cared to.
Nevia wanted no more discrimination against herself. "Enough, lets just go get something for breakfast."
"Fine then." Dyne knew he better just shut up now, before Nevia got too angry. "I'm hungry. . ."
"I bet. You're ALWAYS hungry."
"I know." Dyne smirked.
Vergil smiled with satisfaction as he saw Nevia walk into the kitchen with Dyne next to her. "Good, he's alright. How're you feeling?"
"Better." Dyne replied as he took a seat. "A little stiff and lightheaded. . .but I'm fine, none the less."
"Glad to hear it." Vergil said with a nod.
"By the way. . ." Nevia began to ask as she started to cook up a pot of porridge. "What's wrong with Fayze?"
"I haven't the slightest clue." Vergil shrugged. "He came in this morning acting all pissed off. I don't know what his problem was. 'Supposibly,' he overslept. I don't buy that crap."
"Where is he?" Dyne asked.
"I'm not sure, I saw him turn the corner from the kitchen, so he must be down the hall somewhere. Probably the bathroom."
Just then the three heard a door slam shut, and Fayze came tromping into the kitchen, still looking quite upset.
"I want to go for a walk or something. Who's coming?" Fayze asked bluntly. It sounded more like a demand than asking.
"Jeez. . .what's your problem man?" Dyne asked.
Vergil scoffed at Fayze. "Why would I go for a walk with someone who's being a pissy ass?"
Fayze was silent for a moment, only standing with his eyes blazing. "I'm sorry. . .I'm just. . .in a foul mood right now. Please forgive me." Everyone could see the flames die down some in his eyes, and Vergil sighed.
"It's alright. We all have our off days, right?"
"I suppose so. . ." Fayze grumbled. "Will you come then?"
"Sure, I guess." Vergil agreed, standing up. "I want to head by the pub anyways."
Dyne perked up. "They have a bar in this town?"
"Yep." Vergil nodded. "Good place for beer, food, info. . .girls."
Dyne stood up at that. "I wanna go!" Nevia plopped a bowl of porridge down in front of him.
"No, you're too weak. Just stay here and rest up. Eat this." Nevia argued.
"But, I feel fine!" Dyne protested. "I'll eat over there. Besides, I need to excersise these muscles."
"Oh, yeah right. Like that's really why you want to go." Nevia scoffed.
"Yeah, I need to stretch out some." Dyne bull shitted. "Come on."
Vergil laughed some, then rubbed his eyes. "Aw, let him come. I'll keep a close eye on him."
Nevia rolled her eyes at both of them, then shrugged. "Fine. Go on."
Hm...I just love making Dyne suffer. . .I seem to like poisoning people too. . .that's twice now that I've poisoned a character. . .Meh, oh well. I had to do something to make the little trud suffer. . .
Dyne: (glares malivolently) Bitch. . .
Chapter 9
Vergil moved away from Dyne after his inspection, sighing deeply. "He seems poisoned."
"Poisoned?!" Nevia cried. She was quick to come to Dyne's side, pushing Vergil out of the way in the process. "What do you mean, poisoned?!"
"I mean exactly what I said. The poison seems to have slowed his healing powers, so it'll be some time before the wounds close all the way. His internal organs are already healed completely, but the skin and muscles are going to take a bit longer." Vergil explained.
Nevia stroked her fingers through Dyne's hair, tears beginning to whell up in her eyes again. "Is he going to live? Can we cure him?"
Vergil was reluctant to answer. He really wasn't sure about that. "If he rests, he might be alright. I can't say for sure."
Fayze sat back from the others, biting one of his fingernails as he stared at Dyne on the couch. "So, we don't know if he'll live?"
Vergil sighed again. "We can only hope. If we're lucky, his body will run the poison out of his system. It might take a few days though."
Nevia felt some relief at this, but was anxious at Vergil's insecurity. She looked down at Dyne to see sweat was beaded on his now paling face, and he was shivering slightly. As Nevia wiped some sweat from his brow, she could feel that he was very hot. "Why's he running a fever?"
"Probably from the poison. His body's trying to fight it." Vergil guessed. "We should get him to his room, so he can rest."
"Yeah. . ." Nevia agreed, beginning to try and pick Dyne up. Vergil moved her, taking Dyne up himself.
"Let me." Vergil insisted.
Nevia was upset at this, but nodded. "Fine, but I'm going to wrap his wounds."
"Be my guest." Vergil said as he left the room with Dyne in his arms. The boy was still bleeding some, but not as bad as he had been. Nevia ran to get her medical things, then rushed into the spare room. Vergil had already removed Dyne's guns, and was just about to lay him down.
"Don't lay him down! Keep him set upright. I've got to patch him up." Nevia yelled, not wanting the sheets of the bed to get bloody. Vergil did as he was asked and held Dyne upright, so that Nevia could tend to him.
Nevia sat next to Dyne and went to work cleaning out the wounds and wrapping his chest with gauze wrap. She was soon finished, and allowed Vergil to lay the boy down on his back.
"Now what?" Nevia asked Vergil nervously as she covered Dyne with a blanket.
"We do the only thing we can do. . .wait."
After Vergil left the room, Nevia got herself a chair and sat it next to Dyne's bed, waiting. She ocasionally would leave the room to get cool water and a rag to put on Dyne's head, to try and reduce his fever. It had been over eleven hours since Dyne had been layed down, and he didn't seem to be getting any better. His face was ghostly white, and sweat poured down his face. Nevia had to uncover his body, just to cool his chest off. She even turned down the air conditioner.
Nevia sat next to Dyne, holding his limp hand in her own. She was beginning to think that he would never recuperate. She just wanted to see his eyes open again, even for just a moment.
"Dyne. . ." She muttered. "please. . .wake up. You've got to get through this." She held Dyne's hand up to her face. Dispite his fever, his hands were extremely cold. "Dyne. . ."
A very soft and nearly inaudible whimper came from Dyne, and Nevia gasped at it, dropping Dyne's hand to the bed. She saw his eyebrows and lips twist some as he stirred in his sleep, then he partially opened his eyes. Weakly, he blinked and looked over to Nevia.
"N. . .Nevia?" He asked in a soft, weak voice. Nevia yelped with happiness, laying her body over Dyne's chest in an awkward hug. Dyne groaned as a dull pain spread through his chest. Nevia realized that his wounds hadn't healed completely yet, and quickly got off of him. She sighed with relief as Dyne stared at her weakly.
"I'm so glad you're alright." She said, her face showing the most sincere look of concern Dyne had ever seen. "I thought you were going to die."
Dyne just watched her for a moment, breathing shallowly. "You. . .were really worried about me?" Dyne finally asked softly.
Nevia stared at him in bewilderment. "Of course I was worried! We weren't sure if you were going to live or not. . ." Nevia trailed off here, and Dyne just watched her silently. He tried to rub his face, but couldn't seem to move his arm.
"What's wrong with me? Why can't I move?" Dyne asked, beginning to worry about himself.
"You've been poisoned." Nevia explained. Dyne groaned weakly, feeling completely drained of energy.
He shivered slightly. "I'm so cold. . .and my head feels like its going to explode. . ." Dyne groaned. "I feel really sick. . ."
"Well, of course." Nevia agreed. She put a cool rag on his head, covered him with his blanket, and smiled. "Just rest, okay? You need to get well."
Dyne groaned his agreement, then rolled his head away from Nevia to stare at the ceiling. "How long have I been out?"
Nevia looked over at the clock at Fayze's bedside. "About thirteen hours. It's two in the morning."
"Damn. . ." Dyne grumbled. He'd never been wounded for that long before. Usually he was better within an hour or so. He could see now why Nevia was so worried about his safety. "Have you been watching over me the whole time?"
"Most of the time." Nevia admitted. Dyne sighed and wondered why she would care for him that much. Maybe she really did like him or something.
"Thanks then. . ." He said, closing his eyes. He still felt horrible, and couldn't find the strength to move anything but his head yet. "I must look pitiful, huh?"
Nevia didn't answer, merely leaned forward some and brushed some of his hair back. "Just rest. . ."
"Yeah. . ." Dyne groaned. "You know. . .you remind me of how my mother used to treat me when I was sick."
"Oh really?" She smiled. "How is that?"
"Well, I don't remember her well, but I remember when I felt bad, she would sit with me at my bed and sing to me while messing with my hair." Dyne smiled, watching Nevia.
"Thanks then. You want me to sing to you?" She felt kind of awkward, but she would sing if he'd like.
"Only if you can." Nevia nodded, still stroking his head. She began to hum a tune, one that she had heard quite often from Vergil. Dyne looked at her curiously as he heard it. "That song. . ." Dyne trailed off. "Never mind. . .I didn't know you could sing. . ." Now Dyne closed his eyes, sighing deeply. "I know that song though. . ." Nevia continued to run her fingers through Dyne's hair for a moment, until she was quite sure that he was asleep again. She moved away from him, watching him for a second before standing from her chair.
"Sleep well, Dyne." She told him, then left the room. As she went down the hall to the living room, Fayze was coming to the room for bed. She gave him a thumbs up to tell him that Dyne was looking good.
"Excellent." Fayze smiled. It was good to know that the guy was going to be alright.
"Good night Fayze." Nevia said as she continued to the living room. She heard the spare bedroom door close as she came in front of the couch, where Vergil sat quietly.
"Is he okay?" He asked, looking up at Nevia with a rather tired look on his face.
"I think so." Nevia said with a smile. Vergil stood then, stretching longly.
"Good then. I can go off to bed without having to worry so much." As he passed Nevia to get to his own room, he put his hand on Nevia's head, ruffling her hair some. "You should get some sleep too, you know."
"Right. . ." Nevia sighed. She was dreadfully tired herself, and yawned. "I'll see you in the morning."
Nevia followed Vergil until he turned off into his room, then went off to her room. As she came into the small bedroom, she flicked on the light. Her room was rather messy; cloths were spread all over the floor, mostly from searching for clothes for Dyne and Fayze. Now she'd have to find more shirts for Dyne.
"If this keeps up, I'll be out of shirts in a week." Nevia told herself as she began to dig through her closet for some shirts she thought Dyne might find suitable. She pulled out another long sleeved over shirt, this one dark blue. She hoped it wouldn't end up like the black one she'd given Dyne earlier. She also found a white cotton t-shirt, plenty big enough for Dyne to fit into.
With the shirts picked out, it was time for bed. Nevia threw herself onto her mattress, curling up under the blankets. She was quickly drifting off, smiling lightly as she did so. "I'm glad he's alright. . ."
"Dyne. . ." A voice whispered calmly. Dyne was again within the darkness of his nightmare, sitting on the ground. He couldn't stand for some reason. It seemed that even in this dream he wasn't healed from the poison. His eyes darted around, searching for the owner of the voice. He knew exactly who it was.
"Not today. . ." Dyne groaned. He wouldn't be able to fight the demon this time, not in the condition he was in. "Leave me alone."
The devil suddenly materialized in front of Dyne, glaring down at him. "Why not? Don't you enjoy my company?"
"Yeah," Dyne scoffed. "like a hernia." He narrowed his eyes at the devil. "Don't you have anything better to do? Like hide under little kids beds or something?"
"Why, pray tell, would I do that?" The demon asked, almost sounding curious. "I'm not a boogy man."
"Then what the hell are you making me have these nightmares for?" Dyne growled. "I already told you, I'm not interested in joining you."
"And I already told you. . .I'm going to take you by force." Dyne could barely make out a thin smile across the devils face. "You're too weak to fight me today. It should prove easy to take you under my control."
Dyne tried to scooch himself backwards some, but his legs wouldn't move. "That's what you're planning? To take control of me?"
"In a matter of speaking, yes." The devil replied, moving closer. "You'll see what I mean once I've finished."
Dyne began to panic as the demon put out his hand. The dark slime shot from the demon, plastering onto Dyne's lower body. Dyne couldn't lift a finger to retaliate against it. In frustration, Dyne yelled out as the ooze crawled quickly up his chest and to his neck. He felt it coming up the bottom of his chin, then it was suddenly over is face and eyes. As it completely covered him, the darkness turned to a blood red color, and he felt as though he was sinking into something. Dyne shut his eyes tightly, hoping that he would wake up soon.
As he continued to sink, a fearful thought crossed Dyne's mind. What if he didn't wake up? What would happen to him? There was nothing he could do to fight against it, so he just kept falling, and falling. . .
Until he felt something suddenly take hold of his arm. He felt himself being pulled up from whatever it was he was sinking into. He felt himself be ripped from the dark slime, and opened his eyes in surprise.
"Are you alright?" A calm, smooth , familiar voice asked. Dyne stared up at a man sitting next to him. They looked the same age as Dyne, and their face looked exactly like Dyne's, but their hair was jet black and their eyes yellow.
"Who are. . ." Dyne began to ask weakly. He felt more drained now than he had before he'd been covered.
"It's me, Cerbis." The man explained. Now Dyne knew where he'd heard the voice; it was the same one he heard every time Cerbis spoke to him in his mind. He'd never seen him in a human form before. "I can't believe I could actually help you this time."
"Thanks." Dyne said with a smirk. "Why do you look like me though?"
Cerbis stood up, helping Dyne to his feet as well. "There's no time to explain. We've got to get you woken up." As Cerbis took Dyne by the hand, he spun around to see the dark devil, stooping over him.
"How dare you interfere." The devil growled angrily. It was something quite different from his usual calm, soft voice. "You impudent cur!"
Cerbis pushed Dyne away from him and to the ground as the demon backhanded him across the face. Cerbis stumbled to his side a bit, but continued standing. He glared up at the devil bravely.
"So long as I'm here, you'll never take my master." Cerbis stated with a look of determination in his face.
The devil sneered at him. "If that's the case, then we'll just have to remove you, won't we?"
Dyne watched as the demon grabbed Cerbis by his head. He brought Cerbis's head down into his knee, then threw him away. Cerbis stumbled back quite a bit before regaining his balance. He charged at the devil now, and when he was within range, he brought his hand at the devils face. The demon clenched Cerbis's hand tightly, leering at him.
"Begone." the devil said cooly. Dyne saw a sword like blade materialize in his hand, and he thrusted it into Cerbis's chest. Cerbis groaned softly, backing away as the demon let him loose and withdrew the blade. The devil wasn't finished, and in one quick punch, he toppled Cerbis to the ground with a dull thud.
"NO!" Dyne cried out, unable to move from his spot on the ground. Cerbis weakly turned his head over to Dyne, blood seeping from his nose and mouth. He yelped in pain as the demon kicked him in the stomach, and Dyne could see the bastard bending down next to the spirit.
"Now, you die, little weakling." the demon said in his usual tone. He pressed one hand onto the top of Cerbis's head, pushing down hard as if to smash his skull. Cerbis cried out in agony, still looking at Dyne.
"You have to wake up, NOW!" Cerbis cried, weakly taking ahold of the devils arm. He tried to remove it from his head, but could only relieve some of the pressure from his skull. "HURRY OR WE BOTH LOSE!"
Dyne suddenly shot up in bed, gasping. He held his hand to his chest, where his heart raced. His eyes darted around, and he could see that he was in his room. His body trembled with both fright and weakness and he felt like he was going to puke.
"Cerbis?" Dyne whispered weakly through a heavy breath of air. He waited for a moment, not getting a reply. "Cerbis?" There was still nothing, but Dyne could sense that the spirit was still within him. However, he could tell something was wrong. "Cerbis, answer me!!" Dyne yelled mentally. He sensed Cerbis shift slightly in his body, but it seemed very weak.
"Dyne. . . I'm very sorry. . ." Cerbis finally said. His voice was usually smooth, yet lively. Now he sounded weak and almost hoarse.
"Are you alright?" There was no answer for a moment, but finally Dyne heard him sigh.
"I. . .I don't know."
"What the hell just happened?!"
Cerbis shifted around some and shuddered. "I'm wounded pretty badly. . .I had to get you woken up before he killed me and possessed you. . .but. . ."
"It worked, I'm fine." Dyne assured. "What are you 'but' ing about?"
"I used up almost all of my power to rouse you. . .I'm lucky to still be alive."
"What do you. . ." Dyne caught a glimpse of his bangle as he slowly brought his hand away from his chest. The usually brilliant, blue saphire within it was a dull, cloudy greyish blue. "What's wrong with you?"
"Dyne. . .almost all of my energy is expended. Huh. . .if you could see me now. . .I'm a pitiful wreck. I don't think I'll be of much use to you anymore." Cerbis explained weakly.
Dyne shook his head at Cerbis. "Don't say that! I'm sure you can still help me!"
"I can't lend you my powers anymore. Sure, you can still use the gauntlet, but I won't be able to fuse my energy with yours. . ."
Dyne sighed, smiling thinly. It didn't really matter to him if he couldn't use Cerbis to boost up his devil trigger. He was plenty strong without Cerbis's energy too. Besides, he almost never used his fused devil trigger anyways. "I can still use the gauntlet, right?"
"Yes. . ."
"Then what do we have to worry about? I'll be fine. You being my weapon is help enough."
Cerbis chuckled softly. "Thank. . .you. . .master. . ."
"When do you think you'll get better?" Dyne asked curiously.
"I don't know. . .I'm sorry. . ."
Dyne sighed softly, then carefully draped his legs over the side of the bed. His body was still very weak, but after his dream, he seemed to have some adrenaline in his veins. He slowly got to his feet, his head throbbing horribly. The room seemed to spin slightly, and Dyne held one hand to his head.
"I need a drink. . ." Dyne grumbled. He looked around for a moment, seeing Fayze laying in his own bed. He looked rather peaceful there, and Dyne felt the urge to shake him awake, just for looking that way. "How can he be sleeping so well? I thought he had those dreams too. . ." Dyne figured that they didn't have them at the same time all the time, even though that had been the case the night before.
With a deep breath, Dyne slowly shuffled from the room. His mind was so askewed, that he staggered around the hall to the bathroom drunkenly. His eyes were no help, because of the darkness. He just hoped that no one was awake.
As Dyne came to the bathroom, he leaned against the wall weakly, taking in deep breaths of air. Just the quick walk to the bathroom seemed to have exausted him. "I just need a quick drink. . .then I'm back off to bed." Dyne told himself. He could see throught the cracks in the door that the light was on and began fumbled around for the doorknob. Once he had a hold on it, he quickly turned it, using his weight to open the door.
As he stumbled inside, there was a quick yelp of surprise and Dyne could see Nevia, standing there in front of him in the middle of the bathroom, completely naked and wet. Dyne's reaction time was so screwed up, that he didn't even try to dash out of the room with embarrassment or make a remark. He just stood there dumbly, staring at Nevia's slinder body.
"What the hell are you doing?!?!?" Nevia hissed lowly, trying to keep her voice down. She snatched up a towel on the sink top, covering herself as quickly as possible. Her face was completely scarlet and she just glared at Dyne viciously. Dyne was just standing there with a sickly look to him. Everything suddenly sunk in, and his cheeks flushed a pink that was quite obvious over his almost white face. However, his mind was so disfuntional at the moment that he just continued on with what he was doing. Nevia could tell something was wrong with him.
"I'm getting a drink." He stated weakly, moving to the sink. He bent over and turned on the faucet, cupping his hands to catch the water. He began to drink, and also splashed some onto his face to try and cool it down. "She's gonna kill me, she's gonna kill me. . ." Dyne thought miserably. The water didn't seem to help any, and his consiousness seemed to sink away from him as he stood back up. "I. . .I'm goin' off ta bed now. . ." Dyne babbled. "I'll see ya-"
Suddenly, Dyne's legs gave out on him. As he fell, his head smashed into the sink top, and he crumpled to the floor. Nevia gasped and bent to his side, pulling the upper half of his body up into her arms. There was a large gash on Dyne's forehead, where he had slammed into the sink counter.
"Dyne? Dyne, what happened?!" Nevia cried softly. She held her towel onto herself with one hand, trying to figure out what she was going to do. "You just hang on there. . ."
Nevia laid him down on the floor gently, then hurriedly ran into her room to get dressed. When she returned, Dyne was exactly how she'd left him; laying on his back with blood seeping from his forehead. She moved over by the toilet and grabbed the toilet paper, rolling some onto her hand. She then came back to Dyne and began patting at his head.
"What was he doing?" She wondered, getting ready to lift him from the floor. She managed to pick him up as gently as possible, and slowly left the bathroom, taking Dyne back to his room. "I wonder if he even noticed me. . ."
As Nevia nudged the bedroom door open, she could hear Dyne groaning softly. At least he was still alive. She took him over to his bed and laid him down again, covering him up. She shook her head and sighed as she left the room to get some more cold water.
Fayze was the first to wake up the next morning, with rays of sunlight beaming into his eyes through the window. He squinted painfully, feeling a bit more worn out than he had the night before. He looked around the room, then caught sight of Dyne's bed. Next to it, Nevia seemed to be asleep. She was sitting in a chair, but the upper half of her body was leaned down onto Dyne's bed. Dyne was also asleep, his face looking a bit brighter now.
Fayze slowly pulled him legs over the side of the bed, then stretched tirely. He was just so tired for some reason. . .As he cracked his neck and yawned, he slipped on his shirt and stood up. His clock read nine, which meant that Fayze had overslept. . .
"Nine!? What the hell am I doing asleep at nine!?" Fayze yelled at himself mentally. He grumbled lightly as he trudged from the room, cursing himself under his breath. "Nine. . .sheesh. . ."
Vergil was sitting at the kitchen table with a warm cup of coffee just as Fayze came in. He could see that the boy seemed to be anrgy; his eyes gleamed with violence for some unknown reason.
"Good morning there Fayze. . ." Vergil greeted with a yawn. He didn't exactly look very well himself; his hair was a mess, as though he hadn't brushed it this morning, and his eyes seemed glazed a bit.
"Yeah, hi. . ." Fayze grumbled. "What happened to you? You're comb kick the bucket?"
"Hmmm..." Vergil hummed, taking a sip of his coffee. "Someone's snappy. God, what's with everyone today? Dyne's sick, you've got some wild hair up your ass, Nevia's being nice to Dyne. . ."
"So? I'm fine. Just overslept." Fayze explained.
"Suuure. . ."
Fayze glared at Vergil for just a moment before turning away and getting a bowl down from one of the cabinets. He proceeded to make a bowl of cereal, then sat down across from Vergil to begin eating.
Vergil watched for a moment, still trying to figure out what was wrong with the boy. "Did you have one of those dreams again?"
"No." Fayze put bluntly, stabbing a spoonful of cereal into his mouth. Not only was he tired, but he was very hungry. "I slept fine. Just too much." Fayze looked up at Vergil, gazing at his cloudy, saggy eyes. "Looks like you didn't sleep at all."
"Not really, no." Vergil admitted. "Couldn't seem to. . .drift off. . ."
"Hmph." Was all Fayze replied, finishing off his breakfast. He stood up suddenly, putting the empty bowl onto the counter next to the sink and began storming back to his room.
"Damn. . .What's his problem?" Vergil wondered, yawning again. He really did want to sleep. "Damn it all to hell. . ."
Nevia was jostled awake as the door to the bedroom was slammed loudly. As she spun her head to see who it was, she saw Fayze trudging toward his bed. "You okay?"
"No." Fayze spat, grabbing up his jacket and digging through the pockets. He retrieved his pack of smokes and then left the room, slamming the door behind him again.
This time, Dyne stirred to life, groaning lightly. He opened his eyes thinly and stared at Nevia with a confused look on his face.
"What the hell was that?"
Nevia shrugged. "I don't know. . .Fayze looked pissed."
"Fayze? Why?"
"Don't know. . .he didn't say." Nevia decided not to worry about Fayze for the moment and instead turned her full attention to Dyne. "How're you feeling?"
Dyne made a quick grunt, then tried to sit up. It took a moment, but he succeeded, then smiled thinly. "I feel a lot better, I guess."
Nevia put one hand on his head, which had cooled down considerably since last night. "Well, your fever's gone, so looks like you're gonna be fine."
Dyne did feel a bit better; not quite so stiff anymore. His wounds were completely healed now, but he still felt a bit shaky. He didn't see any reason to tell Nevia about the dream and Cerbis. . .She might get worried about him. He carefully began to get up off the bed, Nevia giving him a hand up.
"You feeling okay then?" Nevia asked as Dyne was completely upright, swaying a little unbalanced.
"Yeah. . ." Dyne admitted, starting to walk around the room to test himself. His was just a little stiff and achy, but he could walk just fine. However, there seemed to be a space in his mind that was emptied and weak.
"Poor Cerbis. . ." Dyne thought. He imagined that the spirit was resting up, trying to recuperate. "Well," he began out loud. "I can move. So everythings gonna be cool."
"You're not going to end up like you were last night, right?" Nevia asked before she could stop herself. She should have just kept her mouth shut. It might have been possible that he didn't even remember the bathroom incident.
"What?" Dyne asked blankly. He had his brows cocked in confusion, and just stared at Nevia. "What about last night?"
"Oh. . .so you don't remember?"
Dyne suddenly flushed pink as he tried to remember what he had done after talking to Cerbis last night. "Oh. . .I, er. . .Yeah, that. . ."
Nevia rubbed the back of her neck with embarrassment. "I swear. . .Don't you ever tell ANYONE what you saw last night. Got it?"
Dyne nodded once to show his affirmination. "Gotcha. And I won't tell anyone about your small breasts."
Nevia turned so red that Dyne thought her head would explode. "T-they are not, you perv. . ."
"Yeah, right. You were as flat as a board!" Dyne laughed. He had never really thought about Nevia's breast size before. He'd never seen her in any tight clothes. . .but he hadn't really cared to.
Nevia wanted no more discrimination against herself. "Enough, lets just go get something for breakfast."
"Fine then." Dyne knew he better just shut up now, before Nevia got too angry. "I'm hungry. . ."
"I bet. You're ALWAYS hungry."
"I know." Dyne smirked.
Vergil smiled with satisfaction as he saw Nevia walk into the kitchen with Dyne next to her. "Good, he's alright. How're you feeling?"
"Better." Dyne replied as he took a seat. "A little stiff and lightheaded. . .but I'm fine, none the less."
"Glad to hear it." Vergil said with a nod.
"By the way. . ." Nevia began to ask as she started to cook up a pot of porridge. "What's wrong with Fayze?"
"I haven't the slightest clue." Vergil shrugged. "He came in this morning acting all pissed off. I don't know what his problem was. 'Supposibly,' he overslept. I don't buy that crap."
"Where is he?" Dyne asked.
"I'm not sure, I saw him turn the corner from the kitchen, so he must be down the hall somewhere. Probably the bathroom."
Just then the three heard a door slam shut, and Fayze came tromping into the kitchen, still looking quite upset.
"I want to go for a walk or something. Who's coming?" Fayze asked bluntly. It sounded more like a demand than asking.
"Jeez. . .what's your problem man?" Dyne asked.
Vergil scoffed at Fayze. "Why would I go for a walk with someone who's being a pissy ass?"
Fayze was silent for a moment, only standing with his eyes blazing. "I'm sorry. . .I'm just. . .in a foul mood right now. Please forgive me." Everyone could see the flames die down some in his eyes, and Vergil sighed.
"It's alright. We all have our off days, right?"
"I suppose so. . ." Fayze grumbled. "Will you come then?"
"Sure, I guess." Vergil agreed, standing up. "I want to head by the pub anyways."
Dyne perked up. "They have a bar in this town?"
"Yep." Vergil nodded. "Good place for beer, food, info. . .girls."
Dyne stood up at that. "I wanna go!" Nevia plopped a bowl of porridge down in front of him.
"No, you're too weak. Just stay here and rest up. Eat this." Nevia argued.
"But, I feel fine!" Dyne protested. "I'll eat over there. Besides, I need to excersise these muscles."
"Oh, yeah right. Like that's really why you want to go." Nevia scoffed.
"Yeah, I need to stretch out some." Dyne bull shitted. "Come on."
Vergil laughed some, then rubbed his eyes. "Aw, let him come. I'll keep a close eye on him."
Nevia rolled her eyes at both of them, then shrugged. "Fine. Go on."
Hm...I just love making Dyne suffer. . .I seem to like poisoning people too. . .that's twice now that I've poisoned a character. . .Meh, oh well. I had to do something to make the little trud suffer. . .
Dyne: (glares malivolently) Bitch. . .