Beneath The Shadows
Chapter 6
A restless Dante paced worriedly about his room. The anxiety about simply going downstairs to face Lady had him in a complete rut. There were endless possibilities of what she could say, what she would do, if she would even still be there.
But he had been awake for almost two hours, and it was time to give his exhausted nerves a break. The achingly slow pace at which he turned the knob of the door only amplified its traveling groan, the hybrid letting out a heavy exhale before making his way down the petrified wooden steps. Silence greeted him by the time he got to the bottom. Lady was still asleep, which brought him immediate relief. He started to focus on controlling the volume of his breathing as he attempted to descend softly into his chair. Despite his success, Lady still began to stir, and his heart started to race rapidly, a small line of sweat now forming on his brow.
His raven-haired companion turned over and began reluctantly forcing open her eyes. Dante took in one more deep breath before preparing himself to speak, praying his voice didn't shake nervously while attempting to muster up sound.
"Hey," He said as her eyes fluttered open.
"Mmm, hey." She sleepily moaned.
"Sleep ok?" The question even sounded stupid to him.
"Yeah," She lightly chuckled at his odd question.
He hastily picked up one of his scattered magazines and flipped it open. He dove into the first page he turned to and pretended to read the articles intently.
Lady knew better, though.
"Cha' readin'?" She said slyly after stretching out.
Instead of making a feeble attempt at answering her, Dante simply laughed, and lazily threw his escape from awkwardness back down onto the desk.
"Guess I shouldn't have expected you to not bust my balls."
"Why not?" She smirked. "It's not my fault you have no self-control."
"Actually, it is." He boldly defended his position.
"Really?" She hopped off the bed and made her way over to her partner. His eyes never left her as she slowly drew closer. "Did somebody else take your hand and make it squeeze my ass last night when I was sleeping?"
The hair on the back of Dante's neck stood up instantly.
"Damn her." He thought to himself.
"Actually, it wasn't my hand, it was my foot. You just thought it was my hand because I'm that damn good."
He put on his big cheesy smile and tossed his feet up on the desk, victoriously resting his head back on his hands, not caring how idiotic he had just sounded.
"So, you were stroking yourself with your foot last night when you were moaning my name?" She propped herself up on the desk and slowly crossed her left leg over her right.
Dante dropped his right hand down to his side and clenched his fist. It shook violently while he repressed his intense urges, the burning want to grope and suck every square inch of her voluptuous body increasing with every second he looked at her.
"You're sweating again, devil boy." Her fingernails tapped the surface of the desk in triplets.
"You're talking about events from the previous night again, Lady."
"That's what's making you sweat?" She got down from the desk and straddled her partner. His heart jumped like it never had before. "Or is it something else?" She pushed down on his chest. His only response was a low groan.
"Tell you what…" She ground up on him, pushing her full chest inches away from his face, and hers next to his ear. His bangs were once again glued to his forehead. "How about a little game of pool." She seductively whispered. "I win, you have to finish up your little 'session' from last night, right here in this chair, right in front of me." She gripped the back of his hair, forcing him to throw his head back with a smile. "But if you win…" She stared down at his crotch. "... I'll finish it for you."
"Well," He enthusiastically cheered. "We haven't had one of our little wagers in quite some time."
"Is it a bet or not?" She said sternly.
Dante pulled Lady back down to him, his hands on her upper arms, holding her tight to him as he gazed deep into her mismatched eyes.
"You're on."
Her ruby red lips grew wide. She pushed herself away from him and went over to the table to set up.
Although his nerves were a wreck, Dante was also very excited. His racing heart and rush of adrenaline was a combination of so many emotions he was feeling over Lady, and as strange as it was to him, he was beginning to like it. After all, if a woman was making him this crazy just to think about her, he could only imagine how great it would be once he finally had her. He came to the determination that the process was what was making this whole experience so fantastic and so fascinating, that after a few years of being patient and at least trying to "grow up" he'd finally earned this chance with her. And he was close. So close that he could smell it, taste it… feel it. He ultimately decided to stop worrying about blowing it so much and to just be himself. He was finally going to enjoy it.
And hell, she obviously wanted it; otherwise an armory's worth of nine-millimeter bullets would have been inserted into his forehead by now.
The huntress was just finishing up racking as Dante came over with the sticks.
"You break, babe." His smooth tone brought the hottest smile to her face.
She slowly walked around him on the way to the front.
"Good luck." She slapped him on the ass.
He quick stepped behind her and gave her bare firm ass a nice hard whack, making it jiggle so sexy.
She turned violently and began to withdraw her gun, but wasn't quick enough for the sly half-breed.
"Too rough, Lady?" He growled roughly as he caught her wrist in his firm grip.
"Mmm, not rough enough. " She reached up and bit his ear, tugging him down before licking it upwards to his hair. He quickly ran his left hand from her thigh up to her side and squeezed her large firm breast, which was covered only by her blouse.
She let out a whimpering breath that tingled upon his neck, sending shockwaves down through his entire body. These quick series of sensations were making them both nearly lose it.
"I want you so bad." He breathed into her ear before he submerged to kiss and suck the sensitive, smooth, milky white flesh of her neck.
"Ohhh," She moaned as she aggressively gripped the back of his coat. "I know." Her hot breath continued to stimulate him.
Her leg was twisted around his while their bodies pressed up against one another. After a few more moments she backed away quickly, staring at him as he drew in deeply through his nose.
"Ahh," he breathed. "You smell so good."
His companion blushed. She then smiled wickedly, and dipped two of her fingers under her skirt and thong. She gasped, and then brought them back up, covered with her sticky sweet fluids. She then proceeded to lick them clean, causing her partner to drop his cue on the floor in lust. He started to walk towards her, but was halted by her extended pool cue hitting him in the chest.
"We have a bet to settle, Dante."
"How could I forget?" He adjusted his pants, indicating to her his obvious discomfort.
"Don't worry, we'll fix that problem. One way or the other." She mischievously smirked, positioning herself to break.
He laughed and picked up his stick. Lady launched the Q-ball into the triangle of colored orbs, scattering them across the red canvas. Two solids fell in, and she started in on her torture. Dante stood helplessly by as Lady sunk every last solid ball without even batting an eye. Her time as a teenager was spent mostly in billiards becoming the pool shark she was today, and she was expertly dropping each of her targets without any danger of hitting the 8-ball or any stripes. The 1-ball was the last one left for Lady before the 8-ball, and she sunk it just as easy as she had the others.
"Your right hand ready?"
Dante laughed.
"You're such a bitch."
She smiled, and got ready to sink the 8-ball and his fate. The shot was line drive, no problem what so ever.
"I can't believe I'm about to service myself in front of her." He thought to himself. "Oh well, might as well give her the best show I can."
But just as she was about to strike, she adjusted her angle, and sent the Q-ball into the left middle cup.
"Oops," She put her hand to her mouth as she set her cue down. "I scratched. It looks like you win, Dante."
Her wide-eyed partner dropped his cue again as she started to walk over to him, the horniest look he'd ever seen adorning her beautiful face. Everything around him was melting except for her. Dante had never been so anxious in his entire life, and his stunned body language indicated that. He was nearly hyperventilating as Lady shoved him down on to the table, scattering the rest of the balls about the table. She was once again straddling him as she pushed up his shirt, revealing his rapidly heaving chest. She began kissing circles on his muscular physique, and he could now only laugh in astonishment while he pushed his wet bangs back past his hairline and stared up to the slow moving fan that unsteadily hung from the ceiling. He couldn't believe that this was actually happening. That this was finally happening.
Her tongue was now devilishly working its way down his body, licking and sucking his skin, expertly tonguing his naval, making him tense with every new move while he caressed her bare back under her blouse. Before getting to his waist, she crawled her way back up to his face like a tiger stalking her prey. Her transfixing gaze pushed him further into ecstasy as she licked his neck back up to his ear again.
"You wanna' fuck me, Dante?" She moaned into his ear.
The hybrid could feel goose bumps form on his skin at the conclusion of those words.
"Ohh, Lady, you have no idea."
"Oh, but I think I do."
She licked a final trail down his chest and stomach to his waistline, where she began slowly undoing his pants.
"You ready?" She said as she pulled down the zipper.
"Yes." He growled.
"Here it comes, Dante."
Her lust-filled voice was on repeat in his mind.
"Dante. Dante. Dante…"
"Dante!" Lady's loud tone was accompanied by pounding knocks on the door from the other side. "Wake your ass up, it's almost three o' clock!"
Dante woke up in the same manner as if he were late to school or work
"Uh!" He said. "Yeah, I'll be out!"
"What the fuck!" He thought to himself. The dream felt so real that it took him a second to separate it from reality. "Damn it... haven't had one like those in a while."
He stretched out and let out a loud yawn.
"And don't fall back asleep, we seriously have to get going!"
He let out a sleepy groan.
His partner responded by the door open, catching his attention quite effectively.
"Guess knockings a thing of the past, huh?"
"Guess waking up before noon's a thing of the past also." She snapped.
Dante looked over to the clock that read 2:54.
"... I guess it is." He smiled impishly.
"Ugh. Well, at least you're not stroking that damn farm silo of yours."
"There it is!" Dante cheerfully threw his arms up. "I'm honestly surprised it wasn't the very first thing you said."
She laughed. "Hurry up, dip-shit."
As much as he really wanted to go back to sleep, Lady sounded serious, and he decided to get his ass going. At least it was a nice day out.
The hybrid almost fell coming down the stares like a herd of buffalo, slamming through the door, greeted by an outstretched phone from Lady.
"Ricky." She said as she handed him the phone. "He sounds pissed."
"What's the deal?" he covered the mouthpiece.
"Ask him." She shrugged.
"Rick," He said as he brought the phone to his ear.
"Dante!" Rick aggressively shouted from the other end. "We have some serious fucking shit we need to talk about!"
"Okay, Rick, first of all, lower and change the tone of your voice right now." Dante respected Rick, but the last thing he was going to do was take him screaming at him through a telephone, especially when he had no clue what the hell was even going on. "Now, tell me what happened."
He could tell that Rick was trying to relax on the other end.
"That damn deggo agent of yours set us up!"
"What?"
"My crew and I got to that 'job' yesterday, and there were no demons. We waited for not thirty seconds before those motherfucking trappers came out of nowhere and started spraying us with led."
After being surprised with this information, Dante became enraged. Enzo came to him first with that job, and if Ricky was right about him setting him up, it meant that the sting was originally meant for him, and that Enzo had tried to fuck him.
"They killed all but three of my guys, and now I have two huge bullet holes and shrapnel in my ass!" Rick's attention went to one of his surviving crewmembers in the background. "Where's my fucking pain killers you jagoff?" He then redirected the conversation to Dante. "And I've been calling him since last night and no response!""
"Shit..." An aggravated Dante mumbled on the other end.
"I'm finding out where these pricks are and I'm putting an end to them!"
"Relax, Rick. You wanna' get killed?" Dante dismissively snapped. "Don't worry, I'll be paying Enzo a little visit."
"Good. And you tell that spaghetti slurping, gelato eating, wine sipping whop that his ass is getting smoked!"
Dante hung up the phone without responding.
"Well," He looked at Lady. "Looks like we're going to Enzo's."
The stench of bourbon and cigarette smoke permeated from the drunken heap that was Enzo. A long night of gambling had unavoidably turned into a long night of drinking, and despite having nearly no memory of the night whatsoever, he was pretty sure he got back in around six in the morning. The thunderous sound of knocking woke him from his alcohol-induced coma, forcing him to drag himself to the door.
"Ah, hold the fuck on, I'm coming." He complained as the knocks continued.
The hung over agent groggily peered through the eyehole to see Dante and Lady, and opened the door. As he backed up, the hybrid stormed through the door and grabbed him, slamming him up against the wall.
"Jesus Christ, Dante!"
"You mind explaining to me exactly what the hell that 'job' was yesterday?"
"What are you talking abou-"
"Don't fuck with me, Enzo." You working with these pricks? You try to set me up for a sting, huh, you little shit?" He slapped his face back and forth a few times.
"Dante, I swear, I have no idea what you're talking about!"
"Really? Rick's crew got ambushed at that job you sent them to. The same one you tried to send me to. Mind explaining that?"
"What?"
Dante viciously kneed him on the gut, hunching his agent in his grip.
"You hard of hearing all of a sudden? Everyone but him and three others from the crew he took his dead. Said he's been trying to get a hold of you since last night? So," He lifted Enzo off his feet, bringing him face to face with his bewildered agent. "So, again, please explain to me why I shouldn't deliver your ass to Rick personally."
"Look," He struggled to speak through Dante's tight grip. "The man who came to me with the job didn't give me much information other than that demons had been attacking people around that area. He told me that he'd call me after he confirmed that the job was done."
"You took a job from someone who gave you no contact or payment information?" Dante looked at him as if he were the dumbest person on the planet. "What, did you just forget page one of the fucking rule book?"
"I'm willing to take whatever job comes along in this shit economy." He grumbled. "And I had a long night in Atlantic City, I had no idea Rick was calling."
Dante stared at Enzo for a few more moments, and let him go.
"You'd better call his ass right now and pray that he's as understanding as I am." He started to walk out. "And if I find out you're lying, pray he gets to you before I do." He let Lady exit first then slammed the door.
"So, where'd you go last night?" Her tone was sharp as Dante cruised down the highway.
"Is that a question or an interrogation?" Dante replied.
"I don't know, you tell me."
"So what, just because I didn't get any from you I had to go looking for it somewhere else?"
"Did you?"
"No! I went to the bar for a drink but wound up fighting off a group of demons instead. But this was all after I pissed away my time trying to get some damn info from Trish. Sorry I wasn't peacefully napping at home like you."
"Oh, kiss my ass Dante."
"Bend over and lift your skirt."
"Don't get pissy with me just because you have a case of the blue balls."
"Who says I have blue balls?"
"You weren't jacking off last night when I came up to use the bathroom?"
Dante swallowed nervously.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." She paused briefly. "But then again, I guess that means you weren't out trolling for brainless tramp ass."
He looked over to her.
"I'm sure you don't know too many other, 'Ohh, Lady's around town."
He smiled and shook his head.
"Thanks for not making me feel weird about it, I appreciate it a whole bunch."
"Any time, devil boy."
"And you're not really sending me consistent messages either, Lady. One minute it's, 'No, we're moving too fast.', the next it's you hounding me about where I was last night like we we're married. You must not have much relationship experience."
"So you think you know me all of a sudden?" Her eyes narrowed.
"Lady, I do know you first of all, and secondly, I'm just trying to figure out why you're being such a stubborn brat about this."
"You're damn lucky I haven't castrated you yet for how close you've gotten." She snapped. "If you don't have the patience to wait for me, then you can go fuck yourself."
"I've waited for you for almost three years," He glared into her eyes. "I'm not stopping now."
The two stopped and realized just how fast each others hearts were beating. This turned into a heated confrontation between the two, and both of them were surprised at how angry they were. But Dante's final words let her know that he was going to do everything within his power to win her over, and despite their argument, Lady felt very reassured by this.
The two sat in uncomfortable silence until Dante restarted his advances.
"So," he started in his annoyingly interested tone. "Farm silo, eh?" he smiled at her. "Should I be taking that as a compliment?"
Lady turned to Dante, and returned the smile.
"I don't know how you move around as well as you do, with that fucking… thing weighing you down."
Dante's face started to burn.
"So yeah?" He asked.
"You know, you do actually look kind of cute when you blush."
"What? I don't look cute any other time?" He asked, genuinely somewhat offended.
She chuckled. "Nah, not cute. The rest of the time, I consider you to have more of a masculine, handsome look."
He smiled and looked into the mirror.
"Yeah, I guess I do." He arrogantly stroked his chin.
"Ugh, you're the most full-of-yourself fucking person I've ever met."
"Would you want me any other way?"
"A little humility wouldn't-"
Lady stopped when she saw the flashing of blue and red lights around the corner.
"Damn, what the hell happened?" Dante said as he looked at the house with a convoy of police and emergency vehicles out front.
Lady examined the house closely, and a sinking feeling hit her once going over it.
"Dante…" She said in an extremely worried tone. "… Isn't that Patty's house?"
The hybrid froze, his facial expression turning from that of joy to a chilling focus. Without saying anything, Dante pulled the car over to the curb.
"Dante?" Lady asked.
He didn't respond, and quickly exited the car. She hastily followed him out into the suddenly overcast weather. She had to move fast to keep up with him as he moved swiftly through the crowd.
Two stretchers with full black bags were being pushed out of the house, and Dante's heart sank, as he knew it could only mean one thing. As they made their way to him, Dante put his hand on the first stretcher, stopping it in its tracks.
"Sir," The paramedic said.
By this time, Lady had caught up to him, and stood there as he grabbed the top of the bag and pealed in back.
To their confirmation and utter horror, Patty's cold, bloody, dead face greeted them, her terror filled eyes now permanently frozen in this permanent stare.
Lady covered her mouth as her eyes became watery. Dante simply turned and walked the other way, staring at the ground. He then paused, and felt like he was going to throw up. Numb. Cold. He familiarized this feeling with the feeling he had when he witnessed his mother's death, and when Vergil plummeted into the depths of hell. He had to endure the loss of a loved one again.
Only this time it was worse. This time, it was his fault. He knew this was in response to his actions against that group earlier, and a crushing wave of guilt that he had never felt before flowed over him. They must have been watching his every move ever since capturing him.
Devoid of any awareness, he started back to the shop as a light rain began to trickle down. Just as the weather had started out gorgeous and turned cold and dark, so had his day.
Lady got herself together before seeing Dante strolling off down the road.
"Dante!" She whelped and ran after him.
"Whoa whoa," She was stopped by a large hand. "What the fuck are you doing here?" It was the chief of police.
"What happened?" She demanded.
"Get the hell away from my crime scene."
"What the fuck happened, Carlson?" She yelled and got in his face.
"You ignorant fucking cunt, I will have you arrested right now under suspicion of a double homicide if you don't get the fuck out of here in the next ten seconds!"
Lady looked like she was about to lunge at him before Morrison, who had just stopped to see what was going on, grabbed her and rushed her away from the scene.
"Come on, Lady!" He tried to calm her down. "Just take it easy."
"Morrison…" She started once she was calm. "Patty's dead. She's really dead."
Morrison stood silent and stiff for a moment, taking in what he'd just heard, his cigarette burning away in his hand.
"Lady." He knew how close they were, and he was somewhat close with her himself. "I'm so sorry."
"… She's barely ten years old…" She choked. "Why? Why did she have to die?" Her voice ached with pain.
"Where's Dante?"
"I- I don't know, he just took off after he saw Patty."
"Lady, listen to me," He took his face in her hands. "You need to find him right now."
He didn't elaborate any further, but it wasn't necessary. Lady knew what he meant by his how he said it, and dashed into the car to speed off after her partner.
Dante trekked through the streets like a zombie, the only thought he could muster being Patty's dead face. He had to get back to the shop, to be alone with himself to deal with this. The rain grew heavier as he drew closer to Devil May Cry, his boots carelessly stomping through large puddles on his way to the entrance. Upon opening the door, was greeted by the same bitter darkness that he now felt consumed by. He fell down into his chair, leaned forward on the desk, and attempted to crush his own skull. A very rare, but oddly familiar pain began creeping up on him. It was a pain worse than any pain he could ever physically experience. He clenched his eyes shut as he continued press in on his head. He didn't want to, but he knew it was coming. This pain would force it out of him, no matter how hard he tried to prevent it. His eyes were hot, his throat knotted.
He opened his eyes, and a trickling of tears fell down onto the desk. The pain was the same as when he saw his mother die, and when he saw Vergil fall. He glared evilly at the wet spot they left on the desk, and it sent him into a boiling rage. He shook in anger, before rising up and smashing his desk in half, grabbing one of them and heaving it into his drum set. He then grabbed his pool table and sent it up into the ceiling before destroying everything else in his office, punching holes in the walls and shattering his windows all the while. After a few minutes, he finally collapsed back into his chair, breathing heavily, blood running rapidly from his trembling hands. He ripped open the drawer from the half of the desk he didn't throw and pulled out a cigarette. He had kept it there since he quit long ago, only incase he needed it this desperately. He pulled out Ebony, fired near the end of the cigarette, and inhaled his first smoke in years. He slouched in his chair, the stick of tobacco burning in his hand, his gun dangling carelessly in the other. He sat there in a numb haze, now thinking on what he was going to do to repay Amethyst and his crew.
"Dante…"
He looked up to see Lady walking through his doors, her eyes glassy.
"Lady…"
"Listen," she started as she walked to him. "I know you're hurting. I am just as much as you, but you can't-"
"No, Lady..." He couldn't even look her in the face. "... You have no idea."
"It's not your fault, Dante. You can't blame yourself for this."
"It's too, late." He coldly replied. "I've already made my decision... They're all going to die."
"Dante, please don't do this." She knelt next to him and put her hand on his. "Don't damn yourself over them."
"I'll be damned anyways if I let them go unpunished for slaughtering a mother and child!" He stormed up and swatted his chair away as if it were a basketball, breaking it against the wall. "Especially when it's my fault!" He went for the door.
"Dante, you didn't kill Patty!"
"She's dead because of my pride!"
"How would you know they'd go that far!" She grabbed him by his coat and swung him around, getting in his face. "You have no right to hold yourself responsible for this! And killing them isn't going to bring them back!"
Dante admired Lady's sternness and resolve. He realized that she had lost a friend as well, and that she was angry about it.
But she didn't feel the guilt that he did. It wasn't weighing on her heart like it was his.
He went to the back.
"Dante?"
After about a minute, he returned with a giant wad of cash and his guitar case, which now contained Ebony, Ivory, Rebellion, and the Force Edge, his most treasured possessions.
"Here." He handed Lady the cash. "There's about three grand here. Give the landlord the security deposit for that apartment uptown and get yourself situated there. I saw it had vacancies on the way to Enzo's. The guy owes me a favor. It's not gonna' be safe for you to stay here."
"Dante, I can't-"
"Take it, Lady."
She reluctantly took the money from him, knowing full well what it most likely meant.
"If you need help moving anything, call Morrison. Tell him I said to help you."
He turned for the door again, but was stopped by Lady's tight grasp around his waist.
She surprised herself with this sudden movement. But she knew the circumstances of what was going to happen, and that this could quite possibly goodbye for them. And for whatever reason, she wasn't ready for it.
The desperate look on her face indicated that, and it affirmed to Dante that she did in fact care.
This should have warmed his heart, but his heart was cold. Encased in ice after what he had to go through again.
Still, he couldn't let his bitterness hurt her, especially after this modest, but still touching display of affection.
"Lady, I'm sorry, but this is something that I have to do. I know you can understand."
He was right. Her situation had been no different the night on top of the Temin-Ni-Gru, where she shot her father dead. As much as she knew it would pain her to do it, she administered the justice that he deserved. And as much as she didn't want it to happen, knowing the ramifications, she had to admire Dante for risking even more to administer the same deserved justice.
She nodded, and looked into his eyes.
"Try to get out."
"I will."
They were locked in each other's gaze. Dante stared deeply into the captivating beauty of her mismatched orbs, taking it in, enjoying what was possibly his last moment of tranquility. After a few moments, he began to move in for a kiss, but she turned her head away.
He froze, crushed. He thought he was there. He thought he'd finally broken through her barriers. The truth was she still just wasn't quite ready yet, but that's not how Dante took it.
He still thought that no matter what, she could never accept him because of what he was, and especially now, being that she knew his intentions. He remembered back to after the fight in the library of the Temin-Ni-Gru, how she had turned away from him when he tried the same thing. Back then; he brushed it off like it was nothing. This time though, it hurt. All he wanted was that one deep moment of intimacy with her, and he was denied. After all this time, she still didn't want him.
She turned back to face him after he backed away, and she saw something in his eyes that she never had; pain. He slowly bowed his head, turned, and walked out the door.
Perplexed at first, it then hit Lady how Dante had actually taken that, and overwhelming guilt flowed over her. That wasn't what she meant by turning away from him.
"Dante!" She yelled and ran after him, but it was too late. He was already flying down the road.
The huntress fell to her knees, and a sinking feeling hit her in the stomach as she watched him drive off into the coming storm. It was the same feeling of loss when she witnessed her dead mother. Tears began to well up in her eyes.
Why was this goodbye? Why now? Why couldn't he just let it go? Why did he have to leave with the belief that she felt nothing for him? Why, now that they had finally started to become close?
She wished that it was all a bad nightmare, but it was as real and as cold as the bitter winter. She could now only pray that he could somehow escape the law enforcement that would inevitably come in an unstoppable wave, but she knew, just as he did, that it was bleak.
"Please... please make it, Dante."
I will start off by saying that I am extremely happy with the resurgence of hetero stories that have been coming in as of late. Not just DxL, but VxL, NxK, and good-ass stories to boot. Finally, something else other than YAOI & OC. Keep up the good work!
I have a plethora of 1Ss cookin' up in the old cranium, but I don't have the time to write them all. I have a nice little DxL three piece that I'm thinking of, which I'll be keeping them in character as much as I possibly can (hard as fuck to pair them AND keep them in character), and it's a decently original story. I'm also sitting on a possible VxL 1S, in addition to one focusing on Vergil & Sparda. The OC parody I was doing turned out to be a piece of crap, so I discontinued that. Anyone who needs a FRAICHE idea for a 1S, let me know because I've been thinking of a shit ton.
Pens, you better fucking win tomorrow night. I'm not trying to have hockey season end before May. It's bad enough that I still have to watch Rashard Mendenhall fumbling the fucking football.
"Really, Dude, you surprise me. They're not gonna' kill shit, they're not gonna' do shit. What can they do? They're a bunch of fuckin' amateurs, and meanwhile, look at the bottom line. Who's sittin' on a million fuckin' dollars, am I wrong?"
PEACE!
