I remember when I first started this fic, and how shocked I was when people actually reviewed this, and told me they liked it. I remember how thrilled I was when this reached 100 reviews. That had never happened to me before. Then when it reached 200 reviews I was thrilled. I still remember that it was Kikoken that gave me 200th review. Incidentally she gave me my 300th review too. (laughs) Anyway, so I've been working hard, trying to type up the chapters in the new format, trying really hard to get this back up on the net. All I can do is thank ALL of you for showing me the amount of support you have done. You guys are great.

Socks and strawberries

It was the next morning after the small catastrophe that had occurred with the strawberry milk, and Arson awoke, stirring and greeting the morning like he always did.

"Uugh. . ." He moaned.

Indeed, Arson was suffering horribly from depression, the consequence of drinking too much strawberry milk, the angels equivalent of alcohol. Trish opened the door silently, popping her head in and looking around.

"Hey Arson! Hurry up and get ready!" The boy began to weep some, so Trish threw a sock at him. His tears dried almost instantly as he grabbed up the sock.

"YAY! FIDDLESTICKS!" He yelped in joy as he began to play with the old sock. Trish sighed and walked back downstairs, having Dante look up at her from the couch.

"What's he doing?"

"He's playing with a sock." Trish explained with a sigh.

"Again?"

Trish cocks a brow at him. ". . . . . .Again?"

It was Dante's turn to sigh now. "He's played with socks before…and most of the time something bad happens."

"Like what?"

As if to answer her question, there was a loud yell from upstairs, obviously belonging to Arson. "OW! FIDDLESTICKS BIT ME!"

Trish rolled her eyes. "Fiddlesticks is a sock! How can a sock bite you?" Arson soon came running down the stairs, crying and screaming as though he was under attack.

Dante was quick to act and grabbed the closest thing at hand-a fluffy, pink marshmallow. "Here boy!" He called, whistling and trying to gain Arson's attention. "Here boy! Here!" The youth looked toward him, and then began to pant and crawl up to Dante on all fours. Dante rewarded him by feeding him the marshmallow. "Good boy!"

Arson looked up at him happily, wiggling his behind rapidly like a dog would with a tail. "Wuf!" Trish gave them both a puzzled look.

"Look on the bright side, he isn't crying anymore." Dante stated with a shrug. As though in spite of Dante, Arson started whimpering. "What is it girl?"

Trish gave him a mean look as though to state with her face that he was a moron.

"Um. . .boy?" Dante's answer to this was only more whimpering. Dante turned around and his eyes grew wide. ". .Oh. . ."

Trished looked as well, her eyes becoming just as widened. "Crap!"

"Never give him a sock again, Trish!" Dante snapped.

"Okay…but do I get paid compensation for this?" Trish asked, just as a huge infested sock slid down the banister of the stairs. If the teeth filled mouth was anything to go by, the sock was hungry.

Dante stared up at it, and then back at Trish, his eyes narrowed. "Where the hell did you find that sock anyway?"

"From under his bed."

"You fool! Don't you know better then picking things up from underneath a teenage boy's bed? Anything could happen!"

"I found a candy under Virgil's bed once."

Dante blinked. "When?"

"Um…oh wait that's your Mom's memory…anyway, Virgil was a teenager too."

"And?" Dante's eye brow raised.

"…well nothing bad happened at all."

Dante slapped his forehead. "That settles it! NEVER PICK ANYTHING UP FROM UNDER ARSON'S BED!"

"Oh well." Trish said with a shrug before being eaten by the sock.

Dante looked over to Arson quickly, who was hiding underneath the table, whimpering. "Um. . .SIC HIM, GIRL!" The sock gave him the look you'd give an idiot. "BOY!"

"Wuf…" Arson barked, running up to the sock on all fours. He quickly caught it and put it into the shredder; however, now the shredder became infested, and began tearing up random bits of clothing.

"Trish isn't going to be too happy when she's spat out…" Dante groaned, watching as the shredder continued to rip up her clothes.

Suddenly, Arson seemed to go more insane than he already was, smiling wide and looking rather cute. "Mmmmm….marshmallow….EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH BLAH BLAH BOOO MWAH GAH!" He babbled, licking Dante randomly on the face.

"Arson?" Dante asked curiously as Arson began to froth at the mouth and spin around in circles on a PC chair.

"WHEEEEEEEEEEE! FUN FUN FUN FUN!"

Dante looked down at the packet of marshmallows on the table and started reading over the front label. "…Yummy Strawberry Marshmallow Treats…" He gasped as he realized what they were. "STRAWBERRY? OHNO!"

Arson leaped from the PC chair and onto Dante's back. "PIGGY BACK! ME WANT PIGGY BACK RIDE!" Arson yelled giddily. Dante tried to shake him off, but to no avail as the boy hung on tightly. "KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! PIGGEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! GEEEEEEEEEEEEE UP!" he yelled again, poking out his tongue.

Suddenly , the shredder spat Trish out, half her clothes missing. "ACK!" Dante turned and gawked at her, his jaw dangling slightly. "STOP STARING AT ME!" Trish screeched before suddenly noticing that half of her closet was being destroyed by the shedder. She then shot it, and it died.

Dante was still burdened with Arson upon his back and narrowed his eyes at Trish. "Why didn't you do that in the first place?"

Trish blinked. ". . . .Dunno. . ."

"Oh…." Both hunters sat there for a few moments, not saying anything to one another. At last, Trish broke the silence.

"At least I have the excuse to buy something new from town."

Dante glared at her. "Oh no…..no way!" Trish just grinned at him.

LATER

Arson was still clinging to Dante's back as they went through the store, Dante whining and griping. "I can't believe you've dragged me into this!"

Trish just smiled happily, trying on every single thing in the store.

A random woman came up to Dante. "Awwww…isn't that so sweet of you?" Dante blinked over at her.

"What?"

"Carrying around someone like that because he's tired? Isn't that sweet?"

Dante looked back at Arson, who had been unusually quiet. "He's asleep? He just wanted a piggy back ride."

The woman looked at him in surprise. "At his age?"

"Yep!" Dante answered with a grin, causing the woman to back away slowly. After she was gone, Dante shook Arson from his back, dumping him into a trashcan.

Amazingly, Arson slept through it. "Zzzzzz. . ."

While Arson slept, a man came by, dumping his half eaten cheeseburger into the bin. Soon after, Arson woke up and fell out of the bin, still in his hyper state. "WHOOOOOOOO! INKA BINKA MOO MOO MOO!" He watched a kid holding a chocolate bar walk past, then got a crazed and demented look in his eyes. "Mmmmm….HUNGWY…."

Dante heard the sound of a kid screaming from where he was. "Oh crap!" He quickly dashed off to where he'd dumped Arson. When he got there, Arson was holding the kid in a stranglehold and snatched the chocolate bar away from him greedily. "MINE!"

The kid was crying and screaming, and Dante stomped his foot on the ground. "ARSON! DROP HIM RIGHT NOW!"

Arson blinked up at him. "Wuf?"

Dante quickly held out a piece of bubblegum to Arson. "Come 'ere girl!" The kid stared up at him like he was a moron. "Boy!"

Arson dropped the kid randomly and toddled up to Dante, grabbing the pink bubblegum away from him and stuffing it into his mouth, smiling. "Mmmm…strawberry."

Dante stared down at him in disbelief of himself. "What have I done?" he whined, falling to his knees.

Elsewhere within the mall, Trish was taking several shoes to the till. "How much?"

The assistant smiled at her as she rang up the total. "180,000 please!"

"WHAT?"

Suddenly, Arson crashed into the store, aiming and scanning the room with a stolen water pistol. "HANDS UP!"

The assistant gasped, putting her hands into the air quickly, thinking she was gonna be robbed. Arson grinned over at her as he saw her raise her hands up.

"My, someone IS eager! Okay…what is the answer to….14857609867465+11?"

The assistant blinked. "What?"

Arson smirked wickedly, aiming the gun up at her. "Wrong answer." He then squeezed the trigger, squirting her. She let out a small yelp, and then fainted in fear.

"Oooooh…cwazy lady go poof!" Arson cackled.

Trish smiled wide. "Thanks Arson!" She gathered up all of her shoes, walking off without paying.

Dante was still regretting giving Arson the bubblegum, crying on the ground while little kids tried to give him their ice creams to cheer him up. As Trish came by him, she sighed, smiling again. "I love shopping!" She laughed, grabbing Dante and dragging him along the ground by his coat collar.

Arson jumped onto Dante's back, pulling more adorable, cute faces. "PIGGEEE BACK!" And so, the torture continued.