Me: My first review...I feel so happy.
Metal Sonic: I thought you hated criticism...even if it's constructive.
Me: Meh, it helps me improve my work so others enjoy it more. Reviewer thanking time.
A Mid-Boss named Malik: Yes, the spelling errors were a problem but I don't use Microsoft word so i had to find a web site with a free spellchecker, which is why the first chapter is better now.
Dain: Well that was a shameless plug for praise...
Me: Shut up. I now present Chapter 2- Night Time Bonding, things are going to be a little slow for the first few chapters...but thats just for character development, it'll get really deep by chapter five.
((Let the angstyness begin!))
By the time the two boys had returned to San Miguel, darkness was descending and the moon hung low in the sky, as if the sky it's self was about to come crashing down onto San Miguel. A strange foreshadowing of future events, events still unknown to the boys as they made their way down from the Solar Tree's square and entered what the residents of San Miguel called 'The Mall' A large area of shop's and house's that included the clock tower and the Solar Smithy, a place Django had visited numerous times before, either for advice or to repair his weapons in his fight against the Immortals.
Of all the people of San Miguel, there was one who had accepted their relationship with little complaint. That person was Zazie, the resident fortune teller and magic-user. Truth be told, her easy acceptance of their relationship, especially since the two were brother's, had stunned both boy's as well as Lita, who had stormed off and couldn't be approached without risk to life and limb for a solid week, after which, they still feared for their lives whenever she saw them together. Sabata and Django were currently housed in the old hotel which Zazie used as her own place of residence, partly because Django's own home was destroyed since it was outside of the barrier that had protected San Miguel and partly because Zazie was one of the few people with enough room.
The two boys were now lying on a large bed...which was actually just two beds pushed together since a double-bed couldn't fit up the narrow stairway that led to their room, but it was more than enough for them both. Sabata got there first, knowing exactly why Django had held back. 'He can be such a perv sometimes.' Sabata smirked, watching as Django's platinum blonde hair appeared before the rest of his head. Django gave Sabata his usual smile, a hint of desire and lust still sparkling in his blue eyes. 'And he has a one-track mind, but thats one of his better qualities...sometimes'
Django was about to jump the dark boy's bones when Zazie jumped him...actually she whacked him over the head with her staff, a grin on her face. "Now, now boy's, 'member you're promise not to go all lovey-dovey on each other while I'm here." Django rubbed his head, frowning at the Sunflower Girl. "We weren't going 'lovey-dovey' it was more of 'Jump you're bones and drag you into bed' love I had in mind." Sabata blushed, another one of Django's less-than-redeeming qualities was that the boy had no tact what so-ever.
Zazie just shrugged, having known Django long enough to expect such a response. "Whatever, even so, just keep it down. 'Cause if you wake me..." Djando and Sabata nodded vigorously, both remembering Zazie's infamous temper when she gets woken up without her consent. Django being the one who normally experienced her wrath first hand, and Sabata having to help him bathe the wounds afterwards. After Zazie had seen them both nod, she left the room, heading downstairs...most likely to sleep on the bar stool. Sabata smirked as Django sat on the bed beside him. "And we thought Lita was scary when she got mad, at least she cant use magic." Django laughed, throwing his arms around the dark boy. "Yeah, at least Lita can't turn me into a popsicle when she gets angry."
Sabata smiled, kissing Django's head where Zazie had hit him. "But for a magic user, she sure can hit really hard." Django winced as Sabata's lips touched the tender lump, whimpering slightly. Sabata sighed, Django may be the greatest vampire hunter but he could act like a five-year-old sometimes. 'On the plus side, he's really cute when he acts this way.'
Django smiled, looking up at Sabata. He enjoyed making Sabata blush and there were always at least three things that did; His best smile, his innuendos and bringing up the fact that the dark boy was the older but he was the more dominant in the relationship. "Niichan, remember, I'm on top." Sabata's face went from pale white to completely crimson, before he began gibbering, completely dumbstruck. Django smirked, kissing the boy on the lips. 'Yeah, I guess Zazie's right, we do act lovey-dovey sometimes.'
Meanwhile, out in the dark streets of San Miguel, with all the people of the city long asleep, no one noticed as a dark shape drifted from the Tower beneath which Jormungandr was sealed. A shape that twisted and wapred it's self to become a strange, insect like creature that headed into the deepest part of Spiral Tower.