It took me a while to update because of writers block. . .(sighs) I can't help it, I need something to get my muse up again, but I just can't right now. I think the block is clearing, and eventually it'll be gone. (I hope) This is actually a short chapter. (if six pages is really short) And I wasn't impressed, thanks to that cursed writers block. Oh well, read and review if you feel that I deserve it.

Before I forget, once again. . .I don't own DMC, but anyone or thing you've never heard of in the game belongs to me. . .You know the disclaimer routine. . .Even though I'd highly doubt that Capcom would sniff me out and sue me for not putting it, because I've never heard of anyone getting sued for fan fiction. . .

Anyways! Enough ranting damn it and here's the chapter!

Chapter 14

"What are we going to do?!" Dyne growled lowly as he, Nevia and Vergil headed back to the apartment, still in demon territory. Dyne still had Fayze draped across his back, and the boy's blood was now beginning to trail down his coat.

"We can't do anything, Dyne. I'm sorry." Vergil apologized, but got no answer. Dyne was taking this rather hard, despite the fact that he supposedly hated the kid. Dyne wouldn't admit it openly, but he really didn't mind the guy. He was a good kid, in spite of his little 'problem', and Dyne hadn't gotten the chance to forgive him publicly yet. After he saved them back there, Dyne felt terrible for having wanted him dead so badly.

"He's got family and stuff, right? They need to be informed, but how? I mean, we can't just-"

"Dyne!" Vergil interrupted, turning back to him. His eyes were stern and hard, his face rather straight. "We will try to sort things out, alright? Just. . .please keep quiet before something hears you." Dyne lowered his head, feeling somewhat sick. Vergil seemed to be barely be affected by Fayze's death; however, as Dyne looked over at Nevia, he could still see tears dampening her cheeks.

The walk back to the apartment was completely uneventful, and Dyne had trudged rather far ahead of the others. He made it back to the apartment with Fayze first, then carefully laid the bloody kid down on the ground next to the couch. He flopped down onto the floor next to him, staring at his still, pale body.

Only moments after he had sat down, the door behind him opened. Dyne turned his head as Nevia came through first, wiping her eyes and quickly slinked into the kitchen. Dyne turned away, looking back to Fayze as Vergil stepped in, but quickly turned back as there was a loud thump.

"Damn it!" Vergil growled, rubbing his leg. Dyne saw Alastor laying on the floor, where Vergil had apparently stumbled into it. After Fayze had bumped into it, Vergil had set it back against the wall. He hadn't expected to run into it himself. "Dyne, didn't your daddy teach you how to pick up your toys when you were done playing with them?"

Dyne gave him a withered frown and sighed. "Sorry Verg. . .I completely forgot about it." Normally, Dyne would have laughed at Vergil's misfortune, but he certainly wasn't in the mood today; not with Fayze being dead.

Vergil scowled at Dyne, and then carefully picked the blade off the ground, holding it as though it weighed nothing and held it out toward Dyne. "Are you even going to use this thing? I haven't seen you use it even once."

Dyne shrugged. He really hadn't used it much, but there was no need to. He had Cerbis, and that was more than enough to get the job done, not to mention he could still use most of his skills with the Cerbis blade that he could with Alastor. "No, I guess not."

Vergil sighed, massaging his temples with his free hand. "You really shouldn't bring equipment with you if you don't plan to use it. It'll just be a hindrance to you."

Dyne nodded. "I know. . ." He had brought the sword for extra protection, just in case there was a reason he might need it. Dyne scolded himself mentally; he always had a habit of bringing things with him that he probably wouldn't need.

Vergil flipped Alastor in his fingers, examining it carefully. This was the same blade he had felt the sting of so many times on Mallet Island; the same sword his brother had carried. He continued looking at it for a few more moments, until a sudden jolt of electricity stabbed into his arm, forcing him to fumble the blade as it hit the ground with a loud clatter. "Damn." He shook his hand gently of the tingling sensation of pain, staring down at the sword. He carefully picked it back up, growling lightly.

"I don't think it likes you Verg." Dyne joked half heartedly. Vergil shot him a look, then headed down the hall.

"I'll just put this in your room if you don't plan to use it." Dyne shrugged at this, and Vergil carefully opened Dyne's bedroom door, propping the sword against the wall next to the door. "Maybe this will teach you a lesson. . ." A light grin crossed Vergil's face as he thought this and he spun back around, shutting the door and coming back into the living room.

Vergil stood at the side of the sofa, looking down at Dyne and Fayze. Dyne had his eyes fixed on the boy, looking at him with a grim face. Vergil sighed. He had gotten to like the kid too, but he wouldn't show that he cared that much. Vergil wasn't the type to let these things bother him, not with as much death as he had seen in his life. With a slow shake of his head, Vergil left the room, going into the kitchen quietly where Nevia was sitting, drinking a glass of water.

Dyne took a deep breath and sighed it out, continuing to gaze at Fayze. He leaned back against his hands after a while, but blinked as he thought he saw something.

"Did his hand just. . ." Dyne blinked again as he thought, his gaze switching from Fayze's body to his hand. He thought he had seen a finger twitch, but now there was nothing. "I'm just imagining things. . .He couldn't have moved. . ."

Fayze's fingers gave another jerk, causing Dyne to yelp lightly. "Hey! Verg, Nev! Get in here!" Dyne yelled, excitement riding in his voice. He quickly turned back to Fayze as the boys hand moved in less of a jerky movement, and his eye brow twitched. Nevia and Vergil came in, Vergil quickly giving Dyne a questioning look. "He's alive! He just moved, I swear!"

"Dyne. . .You're seeing things. . .He couldn't-"Vergil began, but was stopped with surprise as Fayze suddenly arched his back, gasping for air. Nevia shrieked right as he did so, jumping back and holding her hands to her mouth in astonishment.

"Oh my god! He. . .he's alive!!" Nevia yelped, almost in disbelief. Vergil sighed, which Dyne took as a sign of relief. Dyne himself kept watching the boy, a hopeful look on his face.

Fayze grabbed at his chest, gasping and coughing for air, his eyes wide open almost in shock. Dyne leaned forward, trying to calm him and moved back as the boy sat up rapidly, panting. His face slowly began to change from its dead, ashy white to a pale peach.

"Fayze, thank god!" Nevia squeaked, kneeling down close to him. Dyne patted his back, which was now healed the rest of the way.

Fayze coughed again, holding his chest. "W. . .water. . ." Before he could even get the whole word out, Nevia had sprung up and dashed into the kitchen, quickly getting him a glass of water and bringing it back to him.

The boy took the drink in a pair of trembling hands, trying to drink it steadily, but spilling some down his bloody face and chest. He drank about half of it before coughing heavily into his hands, some sticky blood coming up. He looked down at it and groaned in disgust. "T. . .towel. . ."

This time, Dyne was the one that got up, quickly running into the bathroom and taking up a rag on the sink, then ran back to Fayze's side and handed it to him. Fayze nodded in thanks and wiped his hands, then coughed into it some more.

"Fayze man, we thought you died!" Dyne yelled, sitting back with a comforted grin on his face. Fayze stared at him for a moment.

"You. . .cared about me?" He croaked softly, smiling as Dyne nodded.

"Of course I cared! We all did!" Dyne admitted, looking to the ground. "I kinda. . .feel like an ass for the way I treated you yesterday and all. . ."

Fayze coughed once again into his rag, then gave Dyne a thin smile. "I don't blame you for being angry. . .I can understand." He quickly drank the rest of his water, then laid back down onto the floor, taking a deep breath and sighing it out.

Dyne made no other comment on the whole biting issue, but instead blinked in awe about his sudden revival. "How did you do that anyways? You were dead! I mean, not just, kinda dead, but completely unmoving, no breathing, no pulse dead!"

Fayze grinned almost proudly and gave a small chuckle. "I'm half immortal, remember? I told you that the other day. My body can revive itself from death."

Dyne gave him a confused look, cocking his head to one side slightly. "You mean like Highlander?"

Fayze burst out laughing at his question, but then started coughing horribly into the rag again. After he managed to calm his hacking, he gave Dyne a wide grin. "Yes, like Highlander, Dyne. . .Kind of. . .You can only kill an immortal by decapitation, but all that stuff about 'the quickening' and not being able to have kids and all that is bogus. However, it took me a while to come back, since I'm only half. . ."

Dyne smirked sloppily and stood up, watching as Fayze tried to do the same. However, he was quickly halted by Nevia, who put a hand firmly on his shoulder.

"Rest, Fayze. I'm sure you're tired. . .You died of blood lose, after all." She tried to persuade.

At first, he had felt fine, but now Fayze began to feel nauseous and his vision was swimming some. With a nod, he laid back onto the floor, groaning lightly. "I need some more water. . ."

As Nevia took Fayze's glass back into the kitchen, Vergil moved to Fayze's side and carefully sat him upright, removing his blood soaked jacket and shirt. His chest, back and abdomen were covered in drying blood as well, causing Vergil to sigh.

"We'd best get you a bath then, huh?" Fayze looked up at Vergil, nodding his agreement. Vergil then gently picked him up, taking him into the bathroom to bathe. He sat the boy down in the bathroom and left, leaving him on his own. Dyne laughed as Vergil hopped over the back of the couch, landing on one of the cushions and sinking back.

"Hey, where'd he go?" Nevia asked as she came from the kitchen with the refilled glass. Vergil looked up at her and pointed down the hall.

"Bath." That was all Vergil had to say for her. With a shrug, she sat the drink down on the coffee table and sunk into the couch next to Vergil, looking down at Dyne sitting on the floor in front of her.

"Well, you can relax now guys." Vergil sighed. "We've got him back, so no worries there."

Dyne nodded and stood up, yawning. "Well, I'm gonna try for a nap, if you two don't mind."

Vergil laughed. "Be my guest." He watched Dyne shuffle off toward his room, then grinned as he heard a loud clunk and Dyne swearing. It seemed his plan with Alastor had worked. With a light chuckle of satisfaction, Vergil stood and headed for the kitchen to get himself something to eat.

Dyne grumbled and growled, staring down at Alastor loathingly. He knew damn well that Vergil had propped it next to the door, as a lesson to him. He bent down, rubbing his leg before he grabbed the blade up, moving toward his bed.

He laid the sword down on the floor at the foot of the bed, then shrugged his coat off, unsnapping his holster quickly. He laid the coat and guns down on the foot of the bed, then sat down to brush some hair from his eyes.

Now seemed as good a time as ever to check on Cerbis' condition, and Dyne closed his eyes, beginning to take his shirt off. "Hey, Cerbis?" At length, there was no reply, so Dyne mentally poked him, causing the spirit to shift around.

"Hm? I'm here." Cerbis groaned weakly. Dyne frowned at his voice.

"You're still out of commission?" Dyne asked, getting a scoff for a reply.

"Of course. . .If I wasn't, I'd certainly tell you. . .I'll be around if you need anything though. . .but I'm not strong enough to lend you any power. . .only wisdom."

Dyne laughed. "Well, I'll let you know if I need any help." Cerbis nodded and seemed to curl up in his mind, trying to rest again.

Dyne laid himself back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. For some reason, he didn't feel tired anymore. Perhaps the pain in his leg from kicking Alastor had woken him up. Dyne frowned slightly thinking of his stupidity and sat back up quickly, then hopped up and started pacing the room.

Cerbis moved around groggily as Dyne started pacing. ". . .What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to think of something to do. I can't sleep."

"Well, try doing something worthwhile."

Dyne kept moving, rolling his eyes. "Like?"

Cerbis shrugged. "I don't know. . .why not read a book or something?"

Dyne stopped moving and scrunched his nose at the suggestion. "I don't read, you know that. . ."

"Well, just a suggestion, Dyne. You could try looking through those spell books of Nevia's. . .maybe learn something."

That actually seemed to appeal to Dyne at the moment. Perhaps he could try learning something. He smirked to himself and shrugged. "Why not?"

Cerbis blinked and seemed to be in disbelief. "You're kidding, right? You never want to do anything that has to do with learning."

"If it'll teach me how to kill demon's better, I'm willing to learn." Dyne laughed to himself.

"I believe that. . ."

Dyne quietly strode from his room, coming into the living room as Nevia turned her head around to see him, frowning.

"I thought you were going to take a nap?"

"Couldn't sleep." Dyne quickly looked over at the bulky books that Fayze had left laying on the floor next to the little book shelf. He went over and picked one up, flipping through it some. There were hundreds of pages of spells, but many of them Dyne couldn't read.

Nevia watched Dyne curiously, soon standing and coming over to him. "What are you looking for, Dyne?"

Dyne smiled up at her, then tapped the book with one finger. "I want to learn these spells, but I can't really read them."

"You? Learn?" Nevia scoffed. "That's new. Are you feeling alright Dyne? Sick or something?" Dyne scowled at her for her sarcastic tone, then looked back at the book and sighed.

"I just want to learn some spells. . .Come on. . ."

Nevia rested herself on his shoulders, looking over him and at the book. "If you like, I can tell you what it says. . .and how to do the spells. Or do you not want help from a girl?"

Dyne laughed at that. Nevia was probably the strongest willed woman he'd ever encountered; sometimes even seeming bitchy. But, he knew that she really wasn't that bad. It was just that he annoyed her to no end. "I'd love your help."

Nevia blinked, not really expecting him to accept her offer. She gave him a thin smile and nodded. "Alright. . .let's see here. . ." She slowly began to flip through the book, looking through categories until she stopped at a heading that read 'Pyros'. "Okay, let's get you started by teaching you fire spells."

"Goody. I can burn things."