Chapter 2- Leaving
Youngest to oldest. That how it was. If more than two people were the same age then it'd be shortest to tallest. Us eighteen year olds were the oldest, so we were near the end, by the stairs. Sherlock was shorter than me...shorter than most but I made sure he stuck by me. I felt another demon presence as the old hag, or , walked in the lobby with a young adult gay couple. "These are our wonderful children. Our two newest turning 18 year olds are Sherlock Mason and Nero Lloyd." Their demons. Half and half...which, if you wanna get cheesy about it , makes a whole. I smile at the two. They're both the same age, both white hair like me, both icy blue eyes almost like twins...hot. I-I mean the difference between the two are scarce but there. One has a blue shirt, his hair slicked back, clean and shaven, and has a slim body but you can tell he got muscles while the other has a red shirt on, his hair flat out, a stubble chin and muscular. They smile at me and I want so bad for them to take me. Sherlock smiles as well and whispers me "I think they might just take you Arrow!" I smile and put my arm around his shoulders.
"No way! If they take me they take you!" we start to giggle and the bitch turns to us. "Boys! There are guest here! Behave yourselves." she glares us down and my arm falls from Sherlock's shoulders. "Sorry about that. The two are like brothers!" she forces out a laugh, turning back to the couple. "We'll take them both." the older but shorter looking one in the blue said with a smile. "B-both? Are you sure?" she asks surprised. "I'm pretty sure. What about you Dante?" the blue one asks the red one named Dante. "I agree 100% Vergil. We'll take them both." Me and Sherlock simply stand there. Our mouths open wide and shock written all over our faces. "Your kidding?" it's more of a question then a statement. "No way kid. You wanna come? Unless you dont think you can handle a couple of sparring lessons.." Dante teases. "Oh you got yourself a deal old man!" I smirk. "Lota talk for a kid.." Dante smirks. "Lota standing up for a old guy.." I counter. We glare at each other then start laughing. "You look like the reading type."I hear Vergil tell Sherlock. I knew without turning that Sherlock had a smile on his face. Sherlock was never seen without his nose in a book. "Yes. A lot!" he says excitedly, coming out of his shy shell. "Well while Dante and Nero spare and fight, me and you could read...or write." I turned in time to see Sherlock's eyes sparkle as Vergil said 'write'. I knew they could sense the demon in me as I them. Me and Dante lock eyes and he smiles an understanding smile. And even if I just met him today, I could tell that was a rare occurrence. "Can't you just take Mr. Mason here?" the hag asks, reminding me, and I'm pretty sure Sherlock, that we were still in hell. Everyone stops whispering and I turn around just in time to see Vergil turn to her and narrow his eyes. "You say it as if he wants to stay." he turns to me. "Do you want to come with us?" he asks softly. "Yes! Cant seem chicken to this old man can I?" I smile. "Well that settles that." Dante says, putting me in a choke hold.
"Hey!"
"Thats all you got kid?"
"Old man! That's a cheap shot!"
"Not if you knew it was comin'."
"I didnt!"
"We don't have the paper work for Nero Lloyd."
Dante stops and I freeze. "What do you mean?" Dante lets me go and I stood up straight. "We do not have the paper work for one Nero Edward Lloyd." She repeats with a stern look. "That can't be true." Sherlock speaks up and she turns to him. "You wouldn't be able to have him here nor know that he turns 18 today without any kind of record of him." Sherlock narrows his eyes. Sherlock had a point. No one except him and myself knew I was turning 18 today. "Well I'm sorry but we don't and it seems you can't take him." She says calmly, shrugging. "What's this really about, you hag?" I ask stepping up. "First you want to get rid of me like some rat then I finally get to go somewhere cool and you don't wanna let me leave?" She shakes her head. "I would love to give you to this nice family but I simply can't so back to your room." She grabs my arm and I shake her off. "No way I'm 18! I'm leaving here anyways, at least I got somewhere to go." I turn to Dante and Vergil. "Right?" I ask unsure. " 'Course!" Dante laughs. "You two go pack." Vergil says then turns to Ms. Warsaw. "You may not have Nero 's papers but you have Sherlock's so we can fill those out." Vergil smiles and Dante grins. "Yes...this way." I hear her grind through her teeth. "Come on!" I grab Sherlock and we run back to our room. "We're leaving!" I shout happily, once we close the door. "Together." I turn to Sherlock and he's crying. "Sherlock...? What's wrong?" I quickly walk over to him. "No...no I'm ok. Just happy." he smiles, through tears. I smile and hug him. He returns the hug and buries his head in my chest. I blush as the butterflies in my stomach scatter in all direction's. "I love you..." I whisper, softly so he wouldnt hear.