Chapter 10- Good as new
I wake up to smell of...something on fire! "Oh shit!" I run out my room in my blue shorts and run to the soruce: the kitchen. I quickly run out to get the fire extigusher and run back to the kitchen. I spray randomly, not being able to see through the thick black smoke. "Kid!" I stop spraying and stare at Dante, covered in white extingush foam. I blink and a fit of laughter brusts out as I place the extingusher on the floor.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!O-oh fuck!" I hold my stomach with my bringer and wipe my eyes with my hand. "Laugh it up kid." Dante wipes his face with his hand, not removing much of the foam. "W-what were trying to do?" i ask, sitting at the table. "I was making pancakes. For me and only me." he sticks his tounge out at me. "Real mature old man. P.S you cant cook." I point out. "Maybe your right about that." Dante mumbles. "Here." I grab a clean dish towel from the foam covered cabinet and hand the foam covered half demon the towel. "Thanks..." he grunts.
I'm a c-c-cherry BOMB!
I look at Dante as the house phone ringer goes off. "Really?"
"Dont!" He glares at me as he walks to his desk to get the phone."How'd you even do that?" I ask, turning around. "Devil May Cry how can we help you stay alive?" Dante looks at me and shrugs his shoulders as I rasie my eyebrows. "How many?...Better question: How much?...Uh-huh...Really? Well you've got the right hunter!" Dante smiles as he hangs up the phone. "Good money comin in for this job. I'mma do this alone while you," he point to the kitchen behind. "you clean this."
"What makes you think I'm gonna clean this shit up?" I stomp my foot. Dante stops on his way upstairs. "Because you cant stand a mess." he winks and jumps upstairs. "God DAMN HIM!" I whisper, turning back to the kitchen. "I hate it when he's right.." I mumble. "Hey." I say, still facing the kitchen, to Dante as he jumps downstairs. "How do you know I cant stand a mess?" I ask, turning to him. It's quiet for five seconds then
"I know you." is his simple reply as he walks out the front door. 'Always knows the right thing to say..'
"Damn him.." I mumble, blushing and getting to work on the kitchen.
After I'm done, Dante's still not home yet so I lay on the sofa and try to empty out my mind.
'I feel like..I dont know. Whenever he smiles, it feels like a crack in my heart is fills.'
"My heart..." I trail off,placing my hand over my heart. I left the radio in the kitchen on and a song starts to play.
So she said 'What's the problem baby?'
What's the problem? I dont well
Maybe I'm in love(love)
Think about it everytime
I think about it
Cant stop thinkin 'bout it!
I start singing with the song, grabbing a wooden spoon from the kitchen.
"How much long will it take to cure this?
Just to cure it cause I cant ignore
If it's love(love)
But I dont nothin 'bout love!"
I take a break and rest, standing in the middle of the room.
Come on Come on!
Turn a little faster
Come on Come on
The world will follow after
Come on Come on!
Cause everybody's after love
I breath in and start to sing again.
"So I said I'm a snowball runnin'
Running down into the spring that's coming
All this love
Melting under blue skies"
I picture bright blue eyes and smile
"Belting out sunlight
Shimmering love!
Well baby I surrender
To the strawberry ice cream"
I laugh at the irony. But then I'm cut off by another vocie.
"I wouldnt mind some strawberry ice cream." I snap my eyes open to see Dante leaning on the front doorway frame with a smirk. "Ho-How long have you been there?" I ask breathlessly, still trying to recover. "Eh...'Round when you started smiling after you sung 'blue skies'" he smiles. "Well...What are you staring at?" I hiss, placing the spoon on his desk. "I'm staring at a guy whose sing a love song in his blue shorts." Dante closes the door with his foot and drops Rebellion on his desk. "Jackass..." I mumble as I throw myself on the sofa and turn on the t.v. "How was the pay for this one?" I ask, watching Dante strip off his coat.
"Enough for three pies and six sundaes." He smiles and I turn back to the t.v., blushing. "You know, if you actually try and pay off your HUGE debt to Lady and Trish, they probably wouldn't buy things and put it on your tab. Your endless, endlesstab." I shake my head. "They'd still do it..." he sighs, throwing himself next to my feet.
I turn back to Dr. Phil on T.v, talking bout something called 'Hero' syndrome: You fall for someone only because they were there in your time of need...or somethin like that.
'That's what I got. Hero syndrome...' I mentally nod to myself. 'Suuuurrrrrre.' a vocie responds in the back of my head. Before I get to question the sarcastic voice-
"Order." he leans over and pushes the phone in my face. "Wha-Why do I have to order?" I push the phone away. "'Cause everytime I call now, they put mushrooms when they know-"
"They dont have to know."
"Over six years and they dont know I hate mushrooms?" he looks at me with that 'really?' face and I shrug. "Please kid, I'm starving!" he gives me his puppy dog eyes.
'Stay strong Nero!'
"Your not starving." he pouts and leans back on the sofa. "If I dont get pizza in me, I may literary die." I sigh and grab the phone from his limp hand. "Gimme that." I sigh and smile at his now glowing face. As I order, I cant help but feel that my life's back to normal like before...and maybe even better.
A/N-RRA and enjoy~