Something I repeatedly forget to put on this damn thing. . .a disclaimer. . .So, here it goes.
Disclaimer: I don't own Devil May Cry or it's characters and monsters. If I did, the second game would have been a smash hit, and it wasn't, now was it? Not only that, but I'd make a bad ass fighting game like Capcom Smash Bros. and it would be tight. Capcom owns Dante and the whole damn series, but Dyne, Tye, Fayze, Kaos, Nevia, Cerbis, Seigren, (holy CRAP, that's a lot of OC's. . .) and the human baddies are all mine, along with Verg's personality. I'm just saying this in hopes that Capcom isn't such an ass as to sue me, because they'd waste more money then they'd even get in the process by doing it. Trust me Capcom, I have nothing you want, so don't waste yours or my time by trying to sue me; I'm not worth your while, okay?
I hate disclaimers, not because I enjoy chancing getting sued, but because I always forget the blurdy things. Now, with it over and done with, here's the chapter.
Chapter 11
Fayze groaned slightly as he stirred awake, his head bobbing on his chest for a moment before he raised it up and looked before him to see Vergil sitting on the couch in front of him. The coffee table was moved over, so that Fayze was sitting in the middle of the living room, between the couch and the TV.
"V-Vergil?" Fayze groaned, the back of his head aching with a dull pain. "Vergil. . ." As Fayze tried to move his hand up to his head to rub the back of his neck, he found that his arm wouldn't move. He tried again, but to no avail. As he looked down, he saw that his body was bound to a chair with thick rope. He tried to pull free from his bondage, but the rope wouldn't give. "Hey! What's going on here?!" Fayze asked, becoming somewhat nervous.
"Fayze, do you remember what you did?" Vergil asked calmly, just sitting on the couch. Fayze stared at him for a moment before shaking his head.
"No. . .I don't. Look, untie me! Why am I tied up anyways?" Vergil's question sunk further into Fayze's head, and Fayze became very quiet. Had he done something wrong? "Vergil. . .What happened?"
"Well," Vergil began, sitting back comfortably before he began. "Dyne went into your room earlier, and you were missing. So, we started looking for you all over town. Dyne managed to hurt himself in the process, and he ran home before us. We were going to keep looking for you while Dyne was away, but when we walked past the apartments we heard something going on inside."
"W-what happened?" Fayze repeated, his mouth becoming dry and his voice quiet. Vergil watched him carefully, seeing how confused he appeared.
"You attacked Dyne." Vergil put bluntly. He said it so quickly that it took Fayze a moment to grasp the statement.
"What? Attacked him?" Fayze wanted to make sure he had heard Vergil right. His face became much paler than usual when Vergil nodded.
"I'm sure Dyne would like to tell you about it, but before he comes out here and starts screaming accusations and curses to you, I figured I should tell you something of what happened."
Fayze blinked and began to jabber hurriedly. "Dyne's okay though? Is he going to be alright?! How bad did I hurt him?"
"Woah, slow down there." Vergil cautioned, putting his hands up some. "Dyne's fine; he should be at least. He's lucky we heard the racket when we did though. You might have drained him."
"Drained. . .him? What are you talking about?"
Vergil could see that the kid was utterly confused. "Fayze, you do know that you're part vampire, right?"
"Well, of course I know that, but. . ." he trailed off slowly, his voice becoming quiet again. "Oh. . .oh no. . .I didn't. . .I didn't bite him. . .did I?" Fayze winced and gave out a tiny hiss of embarrassment as Vergil nodded gently. "Oh god. . .Why did I?"
"Not a clue, but we figured you would know."
Fayze stared at Vergil with uncertainty for a moment. "Vergil, I don't even need blood! I'm only a quarter!"
"Well, tell that to Dyne when he gets out here. You should have seen yourself kid; you were quite a vicious little fiend."
Fayze dropped his head back to his chest, feeling tears stinging at his eyes. He was more puzzled than anyone about this incident; why would he do that?
"I'm sorry. . .I'm so, so sorry." Fayze said softly, keeping his voice above the breaking point. Vergil leaned forward from the couch, trying to get a good look at the boy's face. He took Fayze by the chin and lifted his head gently, seeing a few tears stream down his face. "Vergil, will Dyne forgive me? I swear I don't know what happened!"
Vergil hesitated to answer. It was likely that, with Dyne's temper and stubbornness, he wouldn't be able to bring himself to accept an apology. Vergil gave Fayze a nervous smile. "We'll just have to see."
There was a loud commotion from down the hall, and Fayze looked beyond the couch, seeing the bathroom door fly open.
"I'm fine, damn it! Just let me-Damn it! Stop! Let me GO!" Dyne's voice growled furiously. Fayze saw him appear from inside, his hand wrapped partially in gauze wrap and his hair damp, as if he had just taken a bath recently.
"Dyne, no! Get back in here! I'm not through with it! Just one more wrap!" Nevia pleaded, pulling at his uninjured hand.
"Fuck it! It'll heal, just let me go, damn it! I wanna-"Dyne was interrupted as Nevia grabbed his arm, trying to drag him back inside of the bathroom. "Damnable woman! Let me go!"
"No." Nevia said sharply, getting in front of him and pushing him swiftly into the bathroom. "Now, get in there!" She shot a look over to Vergil and Fayze, a look that told them that Dyne was not happy. As she shut the door behind her, Vergil and Fayze could hear her yelling at Dyne. "And don't you EVER call me that again or I'm going to personally castrate you! You got that!?"
Vergil couldn't help but grin thinly at the sound of Nevia's furious voice. He and Fayze sat very quietly, neither saying a word to the other.
Finally, the door to the bathroom swung open, and Nevia came backing out, staring into the bathroom. "You stay in here for a second, you got that? If you come out, you'll wish Fayze HAD killed you, because the way I'm gonna do it is NOT going to be pretty!"
"Yes ma'am. . ." Dyne grumbled from inside the bathroom, and Nevia slammed the door shut, coming out into the living room. She stood at the side of the couch, one hand on her hip, and shook her head.
"Well, I got him a little bit calmed down, but he's still pretty pissed." Nevia explained, looking at Fayze. "He really wants to kill you."
Fayze groaned miserably. "I'm sure. . .If what Vergil tells me is true."
Nevia nodded. "It is. Dyne says you were completely ape-shit."
"Please, don't let him kill me yet. I want to try and reason with him first." Vergil looked at Fayze with a cocked eyebrow. The kid seemed to be taking this well, which was odd, seeing as how he was on the verge of being killed. "Perhaps I could earn my keep. . .but I'm sure Dyne's in no mood to listen to me. After what I did, I can't blame him for wanting me dead though. . ."
Nevia frowned at Fayze, feeling rather apologetic towards him. Vergil felt the same way; the kid didn't even know what he had done, yet he was going to be punished for it. The look on Fayze's face was quite heartrending, and he just sat there, his eyes gazing downward motionlessly, as if just waiting for his doom.
"Fayze," Nevia began quietly. "We could untie you, and you could get away from here. That way, maybe Dyne can't hurt you."
"It's alright. I'll deserve whatever he does." Fayze said solemnly.
"Fayze, we're not going to let him kill you." Vergil explained. "I'll see to it that he doesn't, no matter how much he wants to."
Fayze smiled weakly. "Thank you. . ."
Just then, Dyne came from the bathroom, his face filled with anger and hate. He began down the hall, just as Nevia turned to face him.
"I thought I told you to stay in there!" Nevia growled, her hands still on her hips. Dyne looked up at her coolly, and then shrugged.
"I got tired of waiting." he stated, coming behind the couch. He glared in front of him at Fayze. "Did you enjoy yourself, you little bastard?"
Fayze took a deep breath and sighed, gazing up at Dyne. "I'm sorry Dyne. I can't even remember it. I'm sorry if I hurt you." Fayze apologized in a soft voice.
"Oh, I'm not hurt too badly." Dyne said in a sarcastic, airy tone. You just drank about three fifths of my blood!" This time, his voice was a loud growl, and his eyes flashed crimson straight at Fayze. Fayze lowered his vision away from Dyne, staring down at the floor.
"Dyne, leave him alone for a moment and let him explain." Vergil said. Dyne shot Vergil a glance, then switched back to Fayze again.
"Fine, hurry up and talk then."
"Dyne, I swear, I can't remember it! Please, understand. The last thing I remember, I was in bed, going to sleep! You have to believe me!" Fayze tried to explain.
"Why should I take the word of a blood sucking freak like you?!" Dyne growled viciously, clenching his fists. He was about to materialize Cerbis when Nevia's piercing glare made him think otherwise. Dyne sighed, beginning to calm down significantly. He slowly began to regret his words. "I'm. . .I'm sorry. I'm. . .overreacting a bit over this."
"No shit." Nevia agreed, still glaring at Dyne. Dyne uncomfortably rubbed his arm, drawing a deep breath.
"I'll probably pay for it later. . .But let him go. I'm not gonna kill him. . ." Dyne sighed, rubbing his temples. Fayze blinked with surprise.
"What?"
"That's right. I'll let you go, but if you EVER try that again. . .You'll wish God had struck you down."
Fayze smiled weakly as Vergil stood and began undoing the ropes that bound him. "I appreciate this."
"You'd better. You're lucky I'm in a considerate mood." Dyne said bitterly. "I don't forgive you though."
"I never expected you to." Fayze admitted. He stood up as Vergil finished undoing the rope, and shook his head. "If you like, I could leave."
Dyne scoffed at his statement. "Yeah, right. And just where would you go?"
Fayze frowned. "I wish I could just go home. . .I want to see my father and ask him what could be wrong with me. He'd probably know. Unfortunately, I really can't leave now."
"Why not? How'd you get here anyways?" Nevia asked curiously.
"I drove." Fayze explained. "But when those guys caught me, they stole my bike. Now I don't know where it is."
"Hm. . ." Was all that Vergil could say. He looked up at the clock, which read 5:20. "Don't worry about it Fayze. You can stay here; we're not going to kick you out."
Fayze smiled. "Thank you."
Vergil turned his attention to Dyne, whose face was rather pale from lose of blood. "I'd suggest you get some rest."
Dyne nodded reluctantly, turning away and stalking back to his room. He sighed and threw himself down onto his bed, making his head throb in pain as he did so.
"Damn it. . .Fayze. . ." He growled, closing his eyes.
Dante pushed the door to the Devil May Cry open, pocketing his keys. The place was deserted, just as he had expected it to be. He knew Dyne probably wouldn't be home for a few more days. At least the little guy who'd given Dante the info for Dyne had paid him in advance. He could go get groceries later.
Dante wiped some sweat off his brow, sighing with relief. His mission had been grueling, and he could definitely use some rest. He undid the holster that held Ivory and Ebony, laying it haphazardly onto his desktop. He then took Sparda from his back, stabbing it into the floor behind the table as he flopped down into the chair behind the desk. He dug through his pockets and pulled out a large wad of cash, laying it down next to his guns.
Just as Dante closed his eyes, the phone rang. "Damn it. . ." He grumbled, bringing his foot up to the phone and tapping the speakerphone button. "Devil May Cry."
"Dante? That you?" A smooth man's voice asked. The voice was rather familiar, but Dante couldn't place where he'd heard it.
"Yeah, this is him. Who's this?" Dante asked, stretching back.
"It's Kaos Shelting. I'm not sure if you remember me though. . .We met quite some time ago." The man explained.
Dante remembered him all too well. They had become acquaintances back when Dante had met Schala. He had been an enemy, but he had decided to become an ally. Dante wasn't sure if he could trust him though; he was half devil, half vampire. It was hard for him to trust someone like that. "Yeah, it's been a while. I remember you though."
"Good." Kaos said. "Listen, I was wondering. . .I could use your help with something."
Great, so the guy hadn't said a word to him for over 20 years, and now he suddenly wanted a favor? "What is it?"
"There's this place I've been hearing about. . .A town actually. There's been some weird stuff going on, and—"
"Wait. . .a town?" Dante interrupted. Kaos stopped for a moment, then drew a breath and continued.
"Yes. You see, my son went there. . .and I'm worried about him. I know something's wrong."
"Wait, is it. . ." Dante began to fumble through his pockets, finding a small piece of scrap paper with some notes written on it. "Daenon?"
"Yeah." Kaos confirmed, sounding curious. "How did you know?"
"My son's out there too." Dante explained. "He's on a job."
Kaos made a slight hiss. "I'd get him out, if I were you. I've got a bad feeling about it."
"Hold on, I'll give him a call." Just as Dante was about to switch over to the other line, he noticed the answering machine light was blinking. "Huh. . .I've got a message."
"Okay. . ." Kaos said. Dante pressed the play button and listened.
"You have. . .one message." The automated woman told Dante as the message began to run. Next, he heard Dyne's voice.
"Hey dad, it's Dyne." Dyne's voice began. Dante was relived to hear from him, and sat back to listen. "Look, some really weird shit's going on over here, so I was hoping you could get here A.S.A.P. Can't call me, my cells busted," Dante rolled his eyes; he'd just bought him that damn thing too. He wondered what was wrong that he'd need him to come there. "but you know where I'm at, so—"
Just then, Dante heard Dyne let out a loud yell, then something that sounded like the phone clanking loudly into something. There was another voice now, obviously distanced from the phone.
"Get him! Don't let him get away!" a man yelled. Dante heard Dyne swear at the man, then yell some more.
"Get off me!" Then there was a loud racket and a crash. There were more people yelling and Dyne as well. The tape continued to run, Dante being able to hear the entire fight between Dyne and what sounded like at least five, maybe more guys. Dante heard the shotgun blast, and could hear Dyne and someone else being attacked. Then, there was a cool voice; they sounded so familiar.
Dante stopped the tape then, sitting back and putting one hand to his temples anxiously.
"Dante?" Kaos asked in a quiet voice. Dante had completely forgotten that he was on the other line. "What was that?"
Dante sighed. "Dyne's in trouble. . ." He finally said. Kaos was silent for some time before speaking.
"Hold on, I'm coming over there."
"What? Why?" Dante asked. What the hell was he going to do?
"My son's out there too, Dante! If you're going, then I'll come along."
Dante didn't have much of a choice. He sighed. "Alright. . .How long is it going to take you to get out here?"
"Not long. I'm in Berail. Give me two hours."
"Okay. Hurry over. I'll be waiting."
Short, boring, I know. (five and a half pages and I'm saying that's short??) Give me a few chapters. . .There'll be a lot more excitement going on soon. Well, a lot more than there is now, anyways. It's going be a bit before I get chapter 12 up, because it's going be another long one. (groans) I can see another 14 or 16 pager coming. . . You should know by now that I love reviews, but if I honestly cared that much about it, I'd have stopped writing around chapter 3 of this story. I don't care about the popularity, I just love writing. However, reviews do help me feel better about it, so if you don't mind being bothered by it, please, think of it as a donation to my self esteem. And, if you put your email down, I'll send you a picie or two of Dyne or something. . .Even though my flash drawing work sucks major ass. . .Busta, don't say a word! (I know you like it, but I don't)
Disclaimer: I don't own Devil May Cry or it's characters and monsters. If I did, the second game would have been a smash hit, and it wasn't, now was it? Not only that, but I'd make a bad ass fighting game like Capcom Smash Bros. and it would be tight. Capcom owns Dante and the whole damn series, but Dyne, Tye, Fayze, Kaos, Nevia, Cerbis, Seigren, (holy CRAP, that's a lot of OC's. . .) and the human baddies are all mine, along with Verg's personality. I'm just saying this in hopes that Capcom isn't such an ass as to sue me, because they'd waste more money then they'd even get in the process by doing it. Trust me Capcom, I have nothing you want, so don't waste yours or my time by trying to sue me; I'm not worth your while, okay?
I hate disclaimers, not because I enjoy chancing getting sued, but because I always forget the blurdy things. Now, with it over and done with, here's the chapter.
Chapter 11
Fayze groaned slightly as he stirred awake, his head bobbing on his chest for a moment before he raised it up and looked before him to see Vergil sitting on the couch in front of him. The coffee table was moved over, so that Fayze was sitting in the middle of the living room, between the couch and the TV.
"V-Vergil?" Fayze groaned, the back of his head aching with a dull pain. "Vergil. . ." As Fayze tried to move his hand up to his head to rub the back of his neck, he found that his arm wouldn't move. He tried again, but to no avail. As he looked down, he saw that his body was bound to a chair with thick rope. He tried to pull free from his bondage, but the rope wouldn't give. "Hey! What's going on here?!" Fayze asked, becoming somewhat nervous.
"Fayze, do you remember what you did?" Vergil asked calmly, just sitting on the couch. Fayze stared at him for a moment before shaking his head.
"No. . .I don't. Look, untie me! Why am I tied up anyways?" Vergil's question sunk further into Fayze's head, and Fayze became very quiet. Had he done something wrong? "Vergil. . .What happened?"
"Well," Vergil began, sitting back comfortably before he began. "Dyne went into your room earlier, and you were missing. So, we started looking for you all over town. Dyne managed to hurt himself in the process, and he ran home before us. We were going to keep looking for you while Dyne was away, but when we walked past the apartments we heard something going on inside."
"W-what happened?" Fayze repeated, his mouth becoming dry and his voice quiet. Vergil watched him carefully, seeing how confused he appeared.
"You attacked Dyne." Vergil put bluntly. He said it so quickly that it took Fayze a moment to grasp the statement.
"What? Attacked him?" Fayze wanted to make sure he had heard Vergil right. His face became much paler than usual when Vergil nodded.
"I'm sure Dyne would like to tell you about it, but before he comes out here and starts screaming accusations and curses to you, I figured I should tell you something of what happened."
Fayze blinked and began to jabber hurriedly. "Dyne's okay though? Is he going to be alright?! How bad did I hurt him?"
"Woah, slow down there." Vergil cautioned, putting his hands up some. "Dyne's fine; he should be at least. He's lucky we heard the racket when we did though. You might have drained him."
"Drained. . .him? What are you talking about?"
Vergil could see that the kid was utterly confused. "Fayze, you do know that you're part vampire, right?"
"Well, of course I know that, but. . ." he trailed off slowly, his voice becoming quiet again. "Oh. . .oh no. . .I didn't. . .I didn't bite him. . .did I?" Fayze winced and gave out a tiny hiss of embarrassment as Vergil nodded gently. "Oh god. . .Why did I?"
"Not a clue, but we figured you would know."
Fayze stared at Vergil with uncertainty for a moment. "Vergil, I don't even need blood! I'm only a quarter!"
"Well, tell that to Dyne when he gets out here. You should have seen yourself kid; you were quite a vicious little fiend."
Fayze dropped his head back to his chest, feeling tears stinging at his eyes. He was more puzzled than anyone about this incident; why would he do that?
"I'm sorry. . .I'm so, so sorry." Fayze said softly, keeping his voice above the breaking point. Vergil leaned forward from the couch, trying to get a good look at the boy's face. He took Fayze by the chin and lifted his head gently, seeing a few tears stream down his face. "Vergil, will Dyne forgive me? I swear I don't know what happened!"
Vergil hesitated to answer. It was likely that, with Dyne's temper and stubbornness, he wouldn't be able to bring himself to accept an apology. Vergil gave Fayze a nervous smile. "We'll just have to see."
There was a loud commotion from down the hall, and Fayze looked beyond the couch, seeing the bathroom door fly open.
"I'm fine, damn it! Just let me-Damn it! Stop! Let me GO!" Dyne's voice growled furiously. Fayze saw him appear from inside, his hand wrapped partially in gauze wrap and his hair damp, as if he had just taken a bath recently.
"Dyne, no! Get back in here! I'm not through with it! Just one more wrap!" Nevia pleaded, pulling at his uninjured hand.
"Fuck it! It'll heal, just let me go, damn it! I wanna-"Dyne was interrupted as Nevia grabbed his arm, trying to drag him back inside of the bathroom. "Damnable woman! Let me go!"
"No." Nevia said sharply, getting in front of him and pushing him swiftly into the bathroom. "Now, get in there!" She shot a look over to Vergil and Fayze, a look that told them that Dyne was not happy. As she shut the door behind her, Vergil and Fayze could hear her yelling at Dyne. "And don't you EVER call me that again or I'm going to personally castrate you! You got that!?"
Vergil couldn't help but grin thinly at the sound of Nevia's furious voice. He and Fayze sat very quietly, neither saying a word to the other.
Finally, the door to the bathroom swung open, and Nevia came backing out, staring into the bathroom. "You stay in here for a second, you got that? If you come out, you'll wish Fayze HAD killed you, because the way I'm gonna do it is NOT going to be pretty!"
"Yes ma'am. . ." Dyne grumbled from inside the bathroom, and Nevia slammed the door shut, coming out into the living room. She stood at the side of the couch, one hand on her hip, and shook her head.
"Well, I got him a little bit calmed down, but he's still pretty pissed." Nevia explained, looking at Fayze. "He really wants to kill you."
Fayze groaned miserably. "I'm sure. . .If what Vergil tells me is true."
Nevia nodded. "It is. Dyne says you were completely ape-shit."
"Please, don't let him kill me yet. I want to try and reason with him first." Vergil looked at Fayze with a cocked eyebrow. The kid seemed to be taking this well, which was odd, seeing as how he was on the verge of being killed. "Perhaps I could earn my keep. . .but I'm sure Dyne's in no mood to listen to me. After what I did, I can't blame him for wanting me dead though. . ."
Nevia frowned at Fayze, feeling rather apologetic towards him. Vergil felt the same way; the kid didn't even know what he had done, yet he was going to be punished for it. The look on Fayze's face was quite heartrending, and he just sat there, his eyes gazing downward motionlessly, as if just waiting for his doom.
"Fayze," Nevia began quietly. "We could untie you, and you could get away from here. That way, maybe Dyne can't hurt you."
"It's alright. I'll deserve whatever he does." Fayze said solemnly.
"Fayze, we're not going to let him kill you." Vergil explained. "I'll see to it that he doesn't, no matter how much he wants to."
Fayze smiled weakly. "Thank you. . ."
Just then, Dyne came from the bathroom, his face filled with anger and hate. He began down the hall, just as Nevia turned to face him.
"I thought I told you to stay in there!" Nevia growled, her hands still on her hips. Dyne looked up at her coolly, and then shrugged.
"I got tired of waiting." he stated, coming behind the couch. He glared in front of him at Fayze. "Did you enjoy yourself, you little bastard?"
Fayze took a deep breath and sighed, gazing up at Dyne. "I'm sorry Dyne. I can't even remember it. I'm sorry if I hurt you." Fayze apologized in a soft voice.
"Oh, I'm not hurt too badly." Dyne said in a sarcastic, airy tone. You just drank about three fifths of my blood!" This time, his voice was a loud growl, and his eyes flashed crimson straight at Fayze. Fayze lowered his vision away from Dyne, staring down at the floor.
"Dyne, leave him alone for a moment and let him explain." Vergil said. Dyne shot Vergil a glance, then switched back to Fayze again.
"Fine, hurry up and talk then."
"Dyne, I swear, I can't remember it! Please, understand. The last thing I remember, I was in bed, going to sleep! You have to believe me!" Fayze tried to explain.
"Why should I take the word of a blood sucking freak like you?!" Dyne growled viciously, clenching his fists. He was about to materialize Cerbis when Nevia's piercing glare made him think otherwise. Dyne sighed, beginning to calm down significantly. He slowly began to regret his words. "I'm. . .I'm sorry. I'm. . .overreacting a bit over this."
"No shit." Nevia agreed, still glaring at Dyne. Dyne uncomfortably rubbed his arm, drawing a deep breath.
"I'll probably pay for it later. . .But let him go. I'm not gonna kill him. . ." Dyne sighed, rubbing his temples. Fayze blinked with surprise.
"What?"
"That's right. I'll let you go, but if you EVER try that again. . .You'll wish God had struck you down."
Fayze smiled weakly as Vergil stood and began undoing the ropes that bound him. "I appreciate this."
"You'd better. You're lucky I'm in a considerate mood." Dyne said bitterly. "I don't forgive you though."
"I never expected you to." Fayze admitted. He stood up as Vergil finished undoing the rope, and shook his head. "If you like, I could leave."
Dyne scoffed at his statement. "Yeah, right. And just where would you go?"
Fayze frowned. "I wish I could just go home. . .I want to see my father and ask him what could be wrong with me. He'd probably know. Unfortunately, I really can't leave now."
"Why not? How'd you get here anyways?" Nevia asked curiously.
"I drove." Fayze explained. "But when those guys caught me, they stole my bike. Now I don't know where it is."
"Hm. . ." Was all that Vergil could say. He looked up at the clock, which read 5:20. "Don't worry about it Fayze. You can stay here; we're not going to kick you out."
Fayze smiled. "Thank you."
Vergil turned his attention to Dyne, whose face was rather pale from lose of blood. "I'd suggest you get some rest."
Dyne nodded reluctantly, turning away and stalking back to his room. He sighed and threw himself down onto his bed, making his head throb in pain as he did so.
"Damn it. . .Fayze. . ." He growled, closing his eyes.
Dante pushed the door to the Devil May Cry open, pocketing his keys. The place was deserted, just as he had expected it to be. He knew Dyne probably wouldn't be home for a few more days. At least the little guy who'd given Dante the info for Dyne had paid him in advance. He could go get groceries later.
Dante wiped some sweat off his brow, sighing with relief. His mission had been grueling, and he could definitely use some rest. He undid the holster that held Ivory and Ebony, laying it haphazardly onto his desktop. He then took Sparda from his back, stabbing it into the floor behind the table as he flopped down into the chair behind the desk. He dug through his pockets and pulled out a large wad of cash, laying it down next to his guns.
Just as Dante closed his eyes, the phone rang. "Damn it. . ." He grumbled, bringing his foot up to the phone and tapping the speakerphone button. "Devil May Cry."
"Dante? That you?" A smooth man's voice asked. The voice was rather familiar, but Dante couldn't place where he'd heard it.
"Yeah, this is him. Who's this?" Dante asked, stretching back.
"It's Kaos Shelting. I'm not sure if you remember me though. . .We met quite some time ago." The man explained.
Dante remembered him all too well. They had become acquaintances back when Dante had met Schala. He had been an enemy, but he had decided to become an ally. Dante wasn't sure if he could trust him though; he was half devil, half vampire. It was hard for him to trust someone like that. "Yeah, it's been a while. I remember you though."
"Good." Kaos said. "Listen, I was wondering. . .I could use your help with something."
Great, so the guy hadn't said a word to him for over 20 years, and now he suddenly wanted a favor? "What is it?"
"There's this place I've been hearing about. . .A town actually. There's been some weird stuff going on, and—"
"Wait. . .a town?" Dante interrupted. Kaos stopped for a moment, then drew a breath and continued.
"Yes. You see, my son went there. . .and I'm worried about him. I know something's wrong."
"Wait, is it. . ." Dante began to fumble through his pockets, finding a small piece of scrap paper with some notes written on it. "Daenon?"
"Yeah." Kaos confirmed, sounding curious. "How did you know?"
"My son's out there too." Dante explained. "He's on a job."
Kaos made a slight hiss. "I'd get him out, if I were you. I've got a bad feeling about it."
"Hold on, I'll give him a call." Just as Dante was about to switch over to the other line, he noticed the answering machine light was blinking. "Huh. . .I've got a message."
"Okay. . ." Kaos said. Dante pressed the play button and listened.
"You have. . .one message." The automated woman told Dante as the message began to run. Next, he heard Dyne's voice.
"Hey dad, it's Dyne." Dyne's voice began. Dante was relived to hear from him, and sat back to listen. "Look, some really weird shit's going on over here, so I was hoping you could get here A.S.A.P. Can't call me, my cells busted," Dante rolled his eyes; he'd just bought him that damn thing too. He wondered what was wrong that he'd need him to come there. "but you know where I'm at, so—"
Just then, Dante heard Dyne let out a loud yell, then something that sounded like the phone clanking loudly into something. There was another voice now, obviously distanced from the phone.
"Get him! Don't let him get away!" a man yelled. Dante heard Dyne swear at the man, then yell some more.
"Get off me!" Then there was a loud racket and a crash. There were more people yelling and Dyne as well. The tape continued to run, Dante being able to hear the entire fight between Dyne and what sounded like at least five, maybe more guys. Dante heard the shotgun blast, and could hear Dyne and someone else being attacked. Then, there was a cool voice; they sounded so familiar.
Dante stopped the tape then, sitting back and putting one hand to his temples anxiously.
"Dante?" Kaos asked in a quiet voice. Dante had completely forgotten that he was on the other line. "What was that?"
Dante sighed. "Dyne's in trouble. . ." He finally said. Kaos was silent for some time before speaking.
"Hold on, I'm coming over there."
"What? Why?" Dante asked. What the hell was he going to do?
"My son's out there too, Dante! If you're going, then I'll come along."
Dante didn't have much of a choice. He sighed. "Alright. . .How long is it going to take you to get out here?"
"Not long. I'm in Berail. Give me two hours."
"Okay. Hurry over. I'll be waiting."
Short, boring, I know. (five and a half pages and I'm saying that's short??) Give me a few chapters. . .There'll be a lot more excitement going on soon. Well, a lot more than there is now, anyways. It's going be a bit before I get chapter 12 up, because it's going be another long one. (groans) I can see another 14 or 16 pager coming. . . You should know by now that I love reviews, but if I honestly cared that much about it, I'd have stopped writing around chapter 3 of this story. I don't care about the popularity, I just love writing. However, reviews do help me feel better about it, so if you don't mind being bothered by it, please, think of it as a donation to my self esteem. And, if you put your email down, I'll send you a picie or two of Dyne or something. . .Even though my flash drawing work sucks major ass. . .Busta, don't say a word! (I know you like it, but I don't)