The Lone Musician
Chapter Four – Sparda
I'M SOOOOO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED! But! I've been writing a lot in the past couple week. This is just of fragment of what I've been writing. Enjoy!
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Dante tuned his guitar a little bit more to the right, then strummed a chord.
" It still doesn't sound right. Try the C." suggested his friend, Chris Redfield, next to him.
" Don't have to tell me twice…" Dante muttered, quietly putting down his guitar for a moment. He sighed and gestured mildly toward the door. Chris nodded, understanding his friend's frustration. Dante's father, Sparda, had passed away the night before. Dante was still tired from the late night. Either that, or he was still in denial. Probably both.
I can't believe he's gone… he thought. Sourly, he picked himself of the hospital bed and carried himself to his motorcycle, hoping his thoughts would be carried away on the dust-covered, windy trail he'd leave behind. With that thought in mind, he climbed onto the seat and began to rev up the motor. Soon, he was speeding off into the afternoon. He would never go into that hospital again.
Mundus tapped his stick impatiently on the rim of the snare. Lucia was chatting with (or shall we say, rambling at) Lazul, who would tune in every now and then. The garage door opened, in stumbling a tired-eyed, cold Dante. Lazul stood up, bowing in a Japanese fashion and drawing everyone's attention in the process. She quickly composed herself, ebony hair spilling off her shoulders and a blush tinting her cheeks. Dante heard a whispered "Sorry" and then she sat down. When Lazul finally found the courage to look up, underneath Dante's silver bangs she noticed red-rimmed eyes. He'd been crying. Pretty recently too.
" I have news…" he stated, taking a deep breathe." We're going to have to use some of the savings… My father died last night and I'm left to pay the funeral."
He dipped his head down, shadowing his eyes from the group. Mundus looked bewildered. Or maybe that was because he was stoned. But he still seemed to feel sorrow toward Dante's loss. Lucia, on the other hand, suddenly became fascinated with the floor, looking from words that might magically appear. Lazul eyed Dante's body for signs of emotion, but the tensing shaking of him told her that he was pretty upset. She didn't know how to react except for one thing.
" Well, I think this practice should be canceled due to family tragedy. I'm outta here…" she announced, nodding to Dante as she left. Dante followed her quietly, leaving the other two in the garage, stunned. Except Mundus, he fell off his seat and began to snore.
"You really didn't have to say anything and just couldn't have shown up... It's understandable to feel this upset when family members die..." Lazul whispered outside the garage door. Dante nodded, refusing to lift up his head, but Lazul was determined to change the depressing mood.
"C'mon Dante! This isn't like you!" she exclaimed. Dante's eyes evaded hers, as if to say 'Just leave me alone to die'. Lazul was about to hurt him physically, because he was emotionally insecure at the moment.
"Oh shut up, you idiot! Would you stop sulking for one minute just to listen?! At least you HAD parents!!!" she yelled, finally realizing what she said and clicked her teeth closed. Dante finally looked up at her, a confused, empathetic look crossing his face.
"Y-you didn't have parents? Who supports you?" Dante muttered, confused. Lazul glanced over at him, no smile, no nothing. Putting a hand on the medallion that hung around her neck, she bit her lip, continuing to walk forward.
"I was legally emancipated. Don't worry about me." Lazul said quickly. Dante followed behind, not feeling as depressed knowing someone could relate. In the distance, the old Harley Davidson with the leather seat was chained up. He ran over to the bike, leaping onto the chain, quickly undoing the locks and hopping onto the seat. Lazul glanced at the old Harley, finally bringing it to herself that she had no form of transportation what-so-ever to get back to her apartment.
"Need a lift?" he asked with hesitation, straightening the helmet that was held tightly to his skull, flattening his bangs into his face. She sighed in relief.
"Thanks." she mumbled, as a helmet was thrown at her. Surprising herself, she caught it. Where'd the uncharacteristic reflexes come from? she wondered. She tossed the thought aside and straddled the cycle.
"Do you need to sign a waver or something? I'm not responsible for you flying off, girl. Hold on tight." Dante grinned through his bleak mood and revved the motor. Lazul gulped, lightly wrapped her arms around his waist as he took off. She clenched her eyes shut as the wind whipped around her as they zoomed past cars and bikers alike.
"Where do you live?" he asked, loudly over the motor. She quickly yelled out her address and he nodded. Within minutes, Dante's motorcycle stopped in front of the chalky white building. A couple of brown shingles dangled from the roof, and the paint job was worth another coat or two. Lazul, not noticing that they'd stopped, opened her eyes ever so slightly, then felt incredibly stupid. Dante had removed his helmet and had gotten off the cycle. Lazul quickly followed suit and wheeled the old bike up to her doorstep, knowing that nobody else lived there except the landlord. He wasn't usually there either. She unstrapped her helmet and set it in a case on the back of the cycle, soon fishing into her pocket for the right key. Dante glanced at the door, noticed the chipping paint and uneven numbering. The number was supposed to be 945, but the 4 had been twisted sideways and the 5 had almost fallen off the door completely. Dante looked back to Lazul, who had happily produced a key from her other, other, other pocket. She shoved it into the lock and twisted, the door swinging open.
"It didn't seem to be locked..." he mumbled, looking confused. She looked at the number on the door and then at the key, then pondered for a moment.
"Heh heh... This isn't my room... Reverse the numbers and go up to the second floor. I thought the whole not noticing the loss of movement thing was stupid, but that was REALLY stupid! I mean, this isn't even my key!" she said, as she dashed to the stairs and swung toward the steps from the railing. Once on the stairs, Lazul made a mad dash for the second floor, running from there to room 549, where the door was painted black with white dots. The numerals 549, a metallic blue. Once the door was open, the room in front of them reflected a college dorm, a room where if you step anywhere, beware that what you step on could be living. Dante then spotted a brown blur run across the carpeting. Lazul gasped as she saw the smoke everywhere.
" Noooooo!!! The essence!!!" Lazul yelled, running into the room, then rushes into the other room, frantically running out with a fire extinguisher.
"TAKE THAT, FIRE! NO BURNING MY BUDDHA SHRINE!" she shrieked, spraying like mad into the smokey room, then the brown blur appeared again and Lazul glanced over at it.
"AAHHHH! BENNY!!! YOU'RE ON FIRE TOO!" she yelled, chasing after the blur. It seemed the run off again. "YOU STUPID CAT! STOP, DROP, AND ROLL!!!"
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A/N: Hope you liked the chapter! I'll try and update as soon as possible… HOLD THE PHONE!!! I have 5 weeks of school left? YYYEESSSSS!!!!!
-Mystik
