Chapter 5
During the Thunderstorm everyone was sleeping peacefully now accept Kilk, when the lighting struck the tree outside his bedroom window he jumped in bed and looked around his room. When another flash struck outside the window he took off running out his door which was always left jarred open. He ran down stairs and into the guestroom jumping into the bed of the white hair man who was asleep until Kilk had decided to hide underneath his covers.
"Is there something wrong little man?" The white hair man asked as he looked underneath the covers at Kilk.
All Kilk could do was nod very fast and cower when lighting struck the ground outside.
"Hahahaha…It's only lighting my lad. It wont get you from in here…" He said as he pull Kilk close to his chest and scoot down so the little boy could lay down.
"I've always been afraid of lighting ever since I was little, little…," Kilk said while he wrapped his arms around the white haired man.
When the lighting stopped and the down poor started. Both Kilk and the white haired man sat and listened to the rain pouring down against the glass windows. Kilk gave a slow sigh as his eyes slowly began closing to the weight of sleep began pulling him in. The white haired man watched Kilk fall asleep then he looked up at the windows again as he watched the flash of thunder filled the room with a beautiful white light flashing his shadow against the book case that sat behind the bed. When he looked back down at Kilk he gave a heavy sigh hoping one-day he could find out who he was so that he and Kilk could become good friends. He was slowly falling asleep when a flash appeared outside again but this time stood a figure outside his window. The white haired man sat up in the bed his eyes now widen in alert he reached over to the dresser that sat next to him but there wasn't anything there for him to grab. He looked over to the dresser finding nothing there. He shook his head and looked back towards the window again finding no one there. He gave a strange look towards his hand that was still laying on the nightstand. Why would he grab for something that wasn't there in the first place? But why did he react like he did, was instinct or had something like this happened before?
He gave a sigh as he got out of bed, he walked to the other side of the bed and picked Kilk up into his arms and carried the young man to his room. As he carried Kilk up stairs he saw Dante standing there next to his own room looking at him. Both nodded to each other as Dante looked over to the front door. When the white haired man hurriedly carried Kilk to his room he could hear Dante cocking the hammer on the As he carried Kilk up stairs he saw Dante standing there next to his own room looking at him. Both nodded to each other as Dante looked over to the front door. When the white haired man hurriedly carried Kilk to his room he could hear Dante cocking the hammer on Ivory. The white haired man stayed in the room with Kilk rubbing his back as he could gunfire coming from outside the front door to Devil May Cry. When it was done and over with Dante went back up stairs and found the white hair man asleep in the rocking chair next to Kilk's bed.
The next morning it was still down pouring when the white haired man woke up to Trish gentle waking him up. He blinked his blues at her as she placed a finger over his lips she did come here with her right hand as she walked out the bedroom. The white haired man followed her out shutting Kilk's door behind him. He gave her a strange look as she continued to walk down the stairs and passed Dante's desk. He walked into the what Trish and Dante call the Trophy room, there stood both Dante and Trish together at each others side. He walked forward a little more and came to a stop folding his arms over his chest.
"Is there something you wanted Dante and Trish?" He asked as he gave this look of what in the hell they wanted.
"Actually we wanted to know how you knew to move Kilk back into his room before Dante took out that demon that was lurking outside the window?" Trish asked him.