Disclaimer: I don't own Devil May Cry, just my OC's.
Recap: "FINE!" I yell at him, then raise up the rifle and aim it at the nearest demon. I look at it down the barrel. "Mother fucker." I curse, then pull the trigger.
I pulled the trigger and my eyes flew open as the rifle kicked. There is no possible way that it could fire, can it?
A silver and red glow overtook the rifle as a small flash of light came out of the muzzle, then a silver orb flew above the demon I was aiming at. "DAMN!" I curse after I realize that I miss, and bring back my hand and try to cock the lever again, if it fired once, it could fire again.
"Wait." Dee says, but I ignore him and touch the lever, and the silver orb then reversed its direction. The demon jumped at me right as the silver orb reached its back, and soon it disappeared into the demon, and not even a second later, it exploded out of the demon's head in a cloud of blood and flesh. My mouth flies open in shock as the ball suddenly stops as the demon falls to the ground and staggers. The ball then flies backward, leaving a trail of silver behind it temporarily.
The ball then corkscrewed and then it hit another demon through its chest, it exploded out of its back with a slight puff of blood.
"Told you to wait." Dee says smugly. I watch in awe as the demons disappear into dust, then the ball starts to swirl around me, skipping and jumping every other once in a while, as if to an invisible tune. The demons move slightly, catching my attention. The ball moves towards them and they scream as it begins to dash about in random curves and straight lines, then disappearing into one and reappearing behind it or in front of it, then it would start the session over again, clouds of blood popping out from each. "Amazing, isn't it?"
I turn to face Dee and the ball flies to him, his eyes fly open wide as the ball suddenly stops in mid air in front of him, bounces once, and then flies off into another demons head. "What the-" I couldn't complete the statement, I was too shocked as I saw the ball sever an arm from a demon. I saw it slowly start to shrink.
"Just don't look at me till it disappears. I may be your inner demon, but I'm still a demon, that thing will still hit me, though kill me is a bit different." He says with a trace of smugness. I turn my head and the silver orb cuts three more demons in half at the waist, I bring my head back and bob it up an down, the orb does a swerving line and cuts them even further to pieces. "This is your new weapon, Tra-ie-cero, cero for short. A nice way of saying tracer." He says.
I blink, and then the orb shoots up and quickly disappears. "Crap." I say aloud, and try to bring back up the gun, cero, and get ready to fire, except for one thing, I'm no longer holding it. I look down and instead of holding a wooden rifle, I only had Luna in hand. "Dee!" I yell at him angrily. A demon leans back on its legs and I hear this noise and the next thing a giant greenish glob is flying through the air at me, I sidestep it and watch as it crashes into a tree trunk. The trunk then begins to fizzle and it collapses sideways. "Damn." I say impressed, then I turn to Dee's tree and glare.
He grins down at me and twirls Cero around in his hand. The rifle no longer looked like it did, no wood whatsoever, and the barrel wasn't the beat up metal it once was. Instead it was black and the stock was red, but there was intricate silver webs that wrapped around both and secured the barrel to the stock. "Well, I did say that you needed to get more practice with your other arms didn't I?"
I rolled my eyes and ducked low as a demon jumped over me, I quickly stabbed it in its stomach and pulled Luna back out. "I think a few lessons in knife fighting would be better before you throw me out in a fight." I throw at him, then turn around and kick the demon and send it flying into another one.
"Actually, today's lesson is on the abilities of your devil arms, knife fighting is for later." I glare at him and then huff. "Thought so, alright, yell eclipse and then swing your arm at those four demons over there." He instructs and points.
I look were he's pointing and see three demons as they start to lean back on their legs. Crap, spitters. I swing back my arm and then let it fly, "ECLIPSE!" I yell as my arm arc's parallel with the ground, Luna starts to change in my hand, the handle becoming smaller and the guard starts to squeeze around my fingers more, I hear a cracking noise and watch in astonishment as a long silver whip quickly travels in the arc of my arm and severs the heads of the three spitters. I slow down my arm, big mistake, the whip starts to come around my way. Letting out a noise worthy of a three stooges impersonation, I quickly turn and snap my wrist over my head and then down in a diagonal slash. The whip raises over my head and cracks again as it passes my ear and hits a demon on the side of the head and cuts across its face diagonally, and finally it cuts into another demon standing beside it. the whip gets stuck in the demons chest, I smirk and pull back on it quickly, the demon comes forward slightly, I step forward to loosen the slack, then I snap my wrist and do a circular motion. The whip bounces up and wraps around the demons neck, I step forward and place a foot on the whip and pull back with my leg, the tightens up and the demon soon looks like a well peeled apple as it soon disappears into dust.
"Don't be afraid of it, unlike other whips, this one won't hurt you." Dee says easily, then hops down from the tree. "Now, Luna has the ability to change it's shape, extend itself to great lengths, add barbs or spurs, hell even change design entirely, but it has to stay in a relative mass." He raises his free hand and snaps his wrist, I look at for a sec and then realize he wants me to snap my wrist. I do so and the end of the whip comes back and stops right before it could cut into me. "Look at the whip and see what I'm talking about." He instructs.
I give him a 'really?' look, and then look down. Luna was still written at the base of the whip's handle, and everything about it was smaller, well, in diameter at least. Couldn't have been more than the size of a penny at the largest, at the end tip though it was a just a needle point, it reached about ten feet in length. "You say that Luna can change form right?" I ask him.
"Yes, just think of something in particular and say eclipse, or just say eclipse and then let the battle guide it's transformation." He says. "And do pick something unique, and quickly I might add, you still have 13 demons left."
I breath in deeply and picture what I want and step forward. "Eclipse." I say firmly as I grip on side of the whip and pull it taught in my hands. It changes shape, the whip becoming thicker and the original handle becoming longer and longer and soon spread, then I felt the weight at one side pull it down slightly on my left. I looked down at the complete transformation and smiled at the end result. In my hands was now a battle axe of about three and a half feet in length. The handle was black and round with a slight bend in the middle and a slightly more pronounced grip at the base. The blade stuck out only on one side at the opposite end about six inches, but it was two feet in length, though the blade itself was thin. Luna was written on the back of the blade that attached to the handle. I let my left hand go and swung it up past my shoulder and let it rest.
Dee whistles and laughs. "Impressive, now, I believe we both are in need of a little relaxation, don't you agree?" he says as he cocks Tra-ie-cero and then slings it across his shoulders and puts his finger on the trigger. "Well then, shall we?" he ask with a wicked grin on his face. For once, I feel that glee of murder too, this was going to be fun.
"Yes, we shall." I say, then dash off to the nearest Demon and raise Luna high above me with one hand, Dee laughs as I bring it down and cleave the demon through in a diagonal slash from its shoulder to its opposite side above its back leg thigh. I hear Tra-ie-cero go off and as I turned bringing around Luna to cut into a demon standing beside me, I saw the familiar glow of the shot cut through the air and into two more demons. Luna severs the demon's head and I kick it at another one as I bring her up and cut a jumping demon in half at its waist. The demon lashes out at me, catching my left arm in a swipe.
"That hurt." Dee states.
"Sorry." I yell at him, and spin around and back kick the demon's flying torso. "Head's up!" I warn him as I felt my foot connect with the demon and it goes flying through the air, leaving blood behind it as it sails towards Dee. He sneers at it, and he calmly steps to the side early and spins Tra-ie-cero around his neck, and then clasps his hands on the barrel end and swings the butt stock end at the incoming demon. I watch in amusement as the demon lets out a wild screech as the butt stock connects with its face and breaks its skull, flattening it like a pancake. The demon drops to the ground and disappears.
"Always improvise and try to multitask when killing demons." Dee says fondly as he sticks his hand out and spins around and takes out two more leaping demons with the silver orb.
I grunt in response and jump up to avoid a demon that had leapt at my feet. I gripped Luna with both hands and when I got back to my feet, I brought her down into the demons back and pinned it to the ground. "Duly noted." I tell him as the demon cries, I step on its back leg and pull down on Luna, she continues to cut down the demon towards the buttock and then splits it in half from the shoulder blades down. I felt something hit the back of my neck with a wet splat. Turning around quickly, I look down and find a disintegrating demon at my feet.
"Best remember to always watch your back." Dee says boredly, then he snaps his fingers twice. "Now, watch this." He says as he walks towards me. I watch in amazement as the silver orb suddenly seems to pick up a mind of its own, and the next thing it zig zag's through the knees of the remaining four remaining demons, it comes back and looks like it starts to come back at the demons, but it suddenly shots up and disappears. "I think these four require a more… personalize touch." Dee says, and then he taps my shoulder with the butt stock of Tra-ie-cero and nods towards Luna. I shrug and stick out my right hand and grip my left around the barrel end of Tra-ie-cero and he grips Luna by the handle.
"I guess, though it's going to be a bitch to get the blood out of my clothes." I remark as we begin to walk towards the struggling demons.
"Actually, demon blood, and demon tainted blood is easier to get out of fabrics then white wine stains." He says casually. "How else do you think I got the bloodstain's out of everything, the couch, the floor, the kitchen."
"And you seem to be drinking all of grandma's white wine." I remark wryly, I don't usually care if other people drink, I hate the idea of myself drinking though, and since Dee is a version of me, I wasn't exactly happy.
He scoffs and stops in front of the demons. "Oh please, we both share the same little pet peeve for drinking, I was just using it as a damn comparison since you've probably had to deal with cleaning up stains like that. Besides, if I had been drinking, you would have felt the nice little 'buzz'." He adds.
"Oh, well then, good analogy." I tell him, then spread my legs apart slightly and raise up Tra-ie-cero over my head. The demon looks up at me and shrieks, in pain or fear or hatred, I'm not really sure, nor do I care. "Nighty night." I tell it ruefully, then with full force I bring down the butt of the gun upon its head. My whole arms shaked and quivered as the shock of the solid hit went through my arms. The skull of the demon crack and splits, and my face gets hit with a fine mist and splatter of blood and other little bits of brain matter. The demon stops moving and it starts to evaporate. I pull up and look at my chest and found it stained and dripping full of blood and other bits of goo. "Yuck." I say as I flick my wrist and some of the goo flies off.
I hear a shlick and look at Dee to find that he brought down Luna upon the head of his first demon and bury it into the ground. "Quit your bitching," he says then pulls Luna out of the earth and steps to the side. "And kill the last one damn it." he says, then brings Luna down again and kills his last demon. I shrug and then get a awful idea and giggle a little. "What?" he asks with a cocked eyebrow.
I shoo him off with a hand telling him to take a step back, he sighs and rolls his eyes but does what I ask. I step forward and bring up Tra-ie-cero over my right shoulder with both of my hands choked over the barrel, one above each other. I twist my upper body as I keep my feet planted apart. Smiling down at the demon, I tense up my arm muscles. "FOUR!" I yell, then twist to the left and bring down the gun in a downward arc. The demon screams and then it's head goes crack against the gun, I felt it slightly as I let one hand loose and continue on through with the swing. The head soon flies off in a large arc and hits a tree, bounces off and hits another, then rolls on the ground and slowly fades.
"I believe that was a double boogie." Dee says as he puts on hand over his eyes and looks like he's trying to see something.
"Shut up." I tell him playfully as I carefully get a proper hold on Tra-ie-cero and look at it. the red butt stock didn't look like wood, but if felt like it, along with a slight rubbery feel to it. the black barrel was smooth and undamaged. The silver design on it was now clearer to me, as the moon light above me I see that it's a silver dragon. It starts off at the firing mechanism, wrapping around on both sides as it tail comes up and sticks out as the cocking lever and its feet wrap around and go down and stick out. Its three claws for each back foot stick out, the front and back two come together and form the trigger guard as the two middle ones come together and form the trigger. It the rest of the dragger swerves side to side along the length of the barrel, attaching to the stock whenever it swerved, and slowly it straightened out. Near the end of the barrel, the dragon's upper claws reached down and came together as a band, its head was at the end of the barrel, its jaw opened up and wrapped around the muzzle end. "Cool."
"The world's disappearing, here." Dee says, I look up and see him holding out Luna to me. "Don't worry, cero will attach to Zeus as well." I shrug and grab ahold of Luna and put her up to Zeus and feel it revert back to knife form and then disappear. "Hurry." He says.
I roll my eyes at him and lift up the rifle to my neck, and sure enough, presto, no more gun. Something felt as if it was being shut off inside me as a warm ring around my neck slowly started, then ceased. "Jeez, what the heck was that?" I ask as I rub my neck.
"Power is what it was." Dee says, then the midnight world disappears. "I say that you might want to go take a shower and put your clothes in the washer, you probably have only about an hour before your grandmother gets home." I look down at my clothes and sigh, I was a real bloody mess.
"Fine, but I have one more thing to do." I tell him with a sly smirk, he raises his eyebrow, then I cold cock him in the jaw and send him staggering back a few steps holding his nose. "That's for taking away Zeus." I tell him as he rubs his jaw slightly while looking at me wryly, then my jaw starts to hurt painfully, something along the lines of getting smacked with a foam covered bat a few times.
"That was for cold cocking me." He mouths back and straightens up. "Now then, get going, I'm gonna take a nap." He says, and then poof, he's gone.
"Dick." I grumble as I rub my jaw and head off to the laundry room. I get in and peel off my shirt and pants, rolling my eyes and nearly gagging at the noise it made as I peeled it off my skin, blood acts like a paste apparently. As I started peeling off my pants, I threw my shoe in the dryer and the socks in the wash, I heard the front door slam open. Grandma, SHIT! I yanked the pants off and threw them in wash and quickly started it up with a dash of bleach and oxiclean and raced to the bathroom as I heard it shut behind her. I slammed the bathroom door close and locked it as grandma started towards the kitchen. I quickly started to heat up the water and then heard a banging on the door.
"Josslyn, get out here, we have a guest." She said impatiently.
"Sorry grandma, but when I was at the store some trailer trash sixteen year old's baby threw up on me." I told her, hitting on one of her pet peeves, she rages about them and how America is going down hill. Should work, especially since it's happened to me once before, the girl was sorry enough, she was real sweet too, to bad she disappeared a few months after that, saw her face on the news when it happened.
"Oh, was it that one girl from last time, that special girl?" she asks, the girl was mildly retarded, the father of her daughter turned out to be her next door neighbor.
"No grandma, she disappeared remember." I told her through the door and checked the water, almost there.
"Oh yes, that's right. So sad too, she was so sweet, not at all like those other little tramps that run around, wait, didn't she live a few streets over?" This was one of the few conversations that Grandma and I had that didn't end in a screaming match.
"I think so, didn't her baby have autism or something too?" I ask mildly concerned, in this town people with special needs didn't last long. They just… disappear.
"Oh, I hope not, she was such a sweetie, even if she puked everywhere every 3 hours, so much like her mother in some ways, so sweet." Grandma say's fondly, as many faults as Grandma had one of her weaknesses was special needs children, she even cursed out one of the woman in her book club when she started saying that children like 'that' needed to be rounded up and sent to camps, I agreed with grandma, even when she went around and smacked the bitch. "Alright then, be quick then, and use that cologne from your aunt Cheryl, you know it smells even after you wash it off."
"Can do grandma." I tell her, then step into the shower. "What's up with her being pleasant?" I mumble confused as I start wash off the blood, once the water hit it, it just seemed to float off my skin. "Wow." I say studying my arm, spotless of any blood that belonged to the demons, I still had a small scar on my arm from where I got swiped, all well.
-20 minutes later-
I got out of the shower refreshed and relaxed, and then remembered something, I had no clothes whatsoever. Hmmm, guess I'm going to have too suck it up for a few minutes till I change. Sighing, I toweled off wrapped the towel I used around my waist and unlocked the door and raced off towards my room but, as I took the turn in the hall to get my room, the spare room door that came before my room opened up and out stepped a white haired man, and Dee started purring. OH SH-
"Oh, hey." The man said, then scrunched up his eyebrows when he looked at me. My shoulders slumped down slightly in relief when I didn't hear Dante or Vergil's voice. But I didn't loose the big breath I had in my lungs, personally because Dee was still purring, and also because of his looks. He had shorter hair then Dante, more wavy, and he looked barely older than 18. Standing at around 5'9, he wore a bored anxious expression that seemed to have a somewhat disappointed half-smirk that just screamed of cockiness, huh, maybe he was Dante and Vergil's younger brother, cause I sure do see a family resemblance. Next thing I saw was that he was wearing clothes, where as I was wearing barely anything…. EEEK! He wore worn dark pants, a red sleeveless leather zip up hoodie that had a staggered pattern to it with a black short sleeved shirt underneath, and his right arm was in a cheap sling with a glove on his hand. I blushed deeply and tried to keep calm. But Dee's purring was getting to me, that and the guys looks, well, Dante and Vergil are lookers, who's to say- "I'm Nero Wolfe." He says indifferently. Well, I think he may be related to Dante and Vergil, by distance unsure of in familial ties. "You must be Joss-"
"Please leave off the Lyn." I blurt out nervously, oh, smooth move dumbass, that's what gets you to talk, wait, why the hell am I even reacting over this guy? 'Quit thinking with your dick and use your other senses.' Dee scolds. Shut up! I reach out my hand to his, he shakes it after a few seconds of wait. "Joss Franco, and your in the house why?"
He shrugged. "I don't know, thought it was nice and waltzed in thinking I could rob the place. You?"
I smirked at him and started walking to the room. "Oh, the usual, trapped here by some insane old woman to be her personal servant." I walk into my room and go to my dresser, making sure to ignore the top drawer, what's left of my computer is up there. I pull open the bottom drawer and pull out a new pair of underwear and socks and then close the drawer. "So, why exactly are you a guess here at this humble abode?" I ask him as I walk to the closet to get my pants and shirt, my towel slipped slightly and I had to catch it quickly.
"Uhhhhh-" he started to say then stopped, I opened the door and looked over at the doorway to look at him looking a bit dazed, when I cocked an eyebrow he looked at the doorway and knocked on it. "What uh, happened to your door?" Was he trying to avoid something? I shrugged and took off a short sleeve shirt and pair of jeans off the hangers.
"Oh, the door fairy came and took it away some years ago." I tell him as I close the closet door and turn to him.
He smirked at me. "Smartass."
"Takes one to know one." I retort as I put all the clothes except for the underwear on the bed. "Now, are you going to answer my question?"
He rolled his eyes and leaned into the doorway. "Your grandmother offered to rent out a room to me till I get my own place." He said.
I nodded my head and shrugged and turned around and leaned over slightly with my boxers in hand and I raised a leg. "And how did this come by?"
"My cousin works at the hair salon your grandma goes too, recommended me to her as a good renter. Now is there a reason why you're doing a reverse strip tease in front of me?" Dee stops purring at that moment and started growling instead, I stiffen straight up and turn my head to glare at him and pull my boxers up the rest of the way with one hand.
Okay, wanna play hardball, lets play hardball. "Any reason why you're watching without paying?" I ask him coyly, then rip of the towel and throw it at him. He catches it quickly in his left hand and smirks at me lightly. I roll my eyes and pull my pants off the bed and slip them on quickly, turning around I jump up to get the rest of the way and button them. "So, where is grandma anyway?"
"She left to go see your aunt and your cousin, said not to expect her tonight." He said then tossed the towel back at me, I caught it lazily and set it on the end bed frame and pulled on my shirt. "So then, what exactly do you want for dinner?"
He shrugged and started to walk off. "Dunno, what'cha got?" I sigh and ignore my socks, I'll put em up in a bit.
"Oh, nothing much, got some skillet dinners, pasta, I could list some more but personally, I wanna go with one of those stroganoff skillet dinners." I muse aloud as I follow him down the hall into the living room. Nothing seemed out of the place, no blood, no mess, hey the couches are clean!
"Whatever you say, your house." Nero said boredly.
"Good, do me a favor and get the big stainless steel skillet out off lower cabinet the right of the oven while I get the meat and mix." I say, he gives me a hand wave and heads off to the kitchen, I go off to the garage, but not before stopping to watch Nero's… uh….. ANYWAY! I rush into the garage and head towards the refrigerator and pull out the package of ground meat and then went to our makeshift pantry, the garage was basically our rag tag room of everything, storage for grandma's car, extra freezer storage, and of course dry goods. The garage out back was for everything else. I started off towards the door, but then I passed by a broken mirror that we had stored in the garage and stopped when I saw Dee standing in it with his arms folded across his chest, he didn't look happy.
"So, now we're just letting demons walk in and feeding them huh?" he asks spitefully. I could feel his anger like a biting flame at the back of my neck.
"Oh shut it puss in boots." I snap at him. He snarled and beat a fist onto the glass, it cracked a little more.
"ITS NOT MY FAULT!" he yelled, my head felt like it was going to explode. We both winced and he backed down a little. "Look, I hate it as much as you do, but I can't help it, comes with my price tag." He says dejectedly.
"Wha… you know what, never mind, I have to go." I tell him quickly, then raced to the door. I opened it and raced into the kitchen, and straight into Nero. This is going to be a long couple of days.
-Next day-
I woke up with a groan and rolled over and hit my head against the wall, ow. Last night wasn't exactly spectacular …. That could've been worded better. We basically just talked…. Oh god I got to think of a better vocabulary. Apparently he does happen to be related to the Sparda's, albeit very distantly down the family ladder, but the white hair and pale skins is very dominant in the family gene's, he also is apparently a substitute teacher. Coincidence, maybe, if he is in cahoots with Dante and Vergil, then that would mean that he's probably casing the other kids in the lower level schools to check and see if they read as demons, and since it's two in the highschool, they must suspect a higher probability that the demon is a high school student.
Yawning, I roll over to the other side and pick up my glasses and hit the floor on my feet. I went to the hamper next to the closet and put on the pair of pants I had worn last night, no use in wasting it, only wore it for like three hours. I slid them on and started headed towards the kitchen when I noticed Nero sitting on the couch in jeans and nothing else. I felt the need to blush and to do one of those wolf whistles in the old classic Disney cartoons. 'You do and I'll show you a glimpse of hell.' Dee says snarkilly. Geez, and here I thought you were like me. 'Think again, I'm my own being, just attached to you.' I'll make note of that.
"Hey." Nero says boredly as he flips through the news channels. "Shouldn't you be getting to church?"
I cock an eyebrow at him. "Shouldn't you? Don't want your immortal soul to damned know would ya?" he snorts and flips through more channels.
"Yeah, whatever. Just saying since your grandma's been calling up for a while now to get your ass there." He says, then flips through more channels.
I look at the microwave clock in the kitchen and see it's only 9:30, I'm an hour late. I shrug and go to the kitchen. "Sorry you had to answer the phone then."
"Don't be, I stopped after the second time, your grandmothers a bitch."
"Tell me about it." I tell him response. "Look, how bout we both ignore the phone, I give her the usual study bullshit, and I make pancakes for the both of us." I tell him as I open the fridge and start pulling out the milk and butter and chocolate chips.
"Deal." He says then sighs in irritation. "What the hell is there to watch?!"
I shrug and pull out the mixing bow, measuring cups and spoons and flour. "I just watch the home improvement channel on days like these when I skip church, well, until one, then I have to go have family lunch." I sighed and started mixing the pancake batter. Oh crap, I need a ride to get my car. "Hey, you got a car?"
He looks at me with a look that says 'Really?' "Why in the hell you asking?"
I pull out a frying pan and put it on the burner. "I got a new car the other day and got it painted and it's supposed to be done today, I was wondering if you could give me a ride and drop me off at the place."
He shrugs and flips the channel again till it reaches HGTV. "Don't have a car, but I'm borrowing my friends bike for a little bit, take you there after breakfast, need to get out anyway."
"Thanks man." I say as I ladle the first pancake onto the frying pan.
"No problem."
The next ten minutes went by quickly enough as the pancakes came out perfect and I stacked them up on a plate and sat them down on the table with a bottle of syrup. Nero had gone into his room and pulled on a black short sleeve shirt and smells the air. "Man, I haven't had pancakes in so damn long, smells good."
I shrug and put the plates and forks down. "Thanks, I'm programmed to serve."
He snorts and sits down and takes three of the pancakes off the stack and poured a generous amount of syrup on them and dug in. I grabbed two and poured on a good amount two and dug in, after a little bit of scarfing down the food, Nero went for seconds. "Damn, I forgot what other food besides Pizza and peanut butter sandwiches tasted like." He moaned and bit into the stack.
"Thanks." I finish of my first round and go for another pancake. "Hey, you said you're a sub right?" he nodded and took another forkful. "Got any jobs coming up?"
He stopped and swallowed. "Yeah, I spent Friday at the elementary school looking after first graders, damn ankle biters." He grumbled then took another bite. "Got a few days at the high school." Oh crap. "Taking over the chemistry teachers position till Tuesday, then I get the P.E Teacher for the rest of the week."
"Great, I'll be seeing you fifth period then." I say boredly and take another bite.
"You take the class?"
I nod and swallow. "I'm the student aid to the teacher."
"Student aid?"
"Yeah, too many kids took too many advanced classes and doubled up each year, so instead of putting them in dumb filler classes, they decided to get cheap labor for the teachers and let us be student aids. Don't have to take the test seriously, get to do what I like best, and I'm friends with the chemistry teacher."
He nods and starts to eat some more while finish off mine and reach for another. "I just remembered, I gotta return the bike today, think you could come by and pick me up around eleven or so?"
"A.M?" he gives me the duh look. "Sure, I gotta do some shopping anyway, give me the address and I'll be there."
"Thanks." He says boredly, then finishes off his pancakes and gets up and goes to the sink. "What car did you get anyway?"
I smirk at him and go the sink as well. "1970 Cuda'."
"You're shitting me." he says. I smile and wash of the plate. "Well then, how much you get it for?"
"Fourteen hundred and a trade with my grandma's old car."
"What kind of idiot would do a trade with those stakes?" Nero asks as I open the dish washer and put the dishes in.
"How the hell would I know. I come home Friday after school, the local drug dealer is sitting in my house with his cousin and the next thing I know, we're making a trade for cars and I'm writing check for fourteen hundred. Guess he needed to make a quick get away." I need to stop talking, I barely know how to lie as it is, and this is stretching the truth very thinly.
"And so what, you just trade him the car get it repainted without another word?" he asks like I'm stupid.
I sigh and close the dishwasher. "Look, I barely own anything in of my own, so sue me if an opportunity like this just shows up and I take it. It'd be nice to be actually own something clean and through for once." Where am I going with this? "Can you at least understand in wanting to at least have something in your life that's your own without having someone to come along and be able to just snap their fingers and take it away from you?"
He looks at me like I'm stupid some more, then sighs and rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I do understand some of it, but think of it like this," he leans forward and stares me in the face. "You life is something you own outright dumbass." He then pats me on the arm and walks off. "Be ready in a few minutes and we'll be off."
I yawn and nod and head off to my room. 'He's wrong about something.' Dee says boredly, I stop and look into the mirror on the wall. 'Someone can own your life besides you, and some are trying to do that right now with yours.' I look at him and stare at him glumly. "And are you one of them?" his mouth drops open and anger flares up in his amber eyes, but the phone cuts him off before he could talk again. I race to it and pick it up and hit receive. "He-"
"If you aren't going to be at church, then at least pick up the pizza's your aunt ordered so we don't have to pay the damn tip." Sal growled into the phone.
"Fine, having lunch here or at your place then?" I ask boredly, Sal doesn't like me for some reason I could never understand, ditto for me, I disliked the jackass enough for a lot of things I don't truly understand myself.
"Your grandmothers place, we want to meet the tenant." He growled, then cut off the line.
"Asshole." I grumble and put it back down. Sighing I went to my room and quickly put on socks and shoes and went out to the kitchen and started to clean the pan and mixing bowl I had used.
"Ready to go?" Nero asks, I turn around and see him wearing a dark purple, almost black leather coat with the red zip up hoodie underneath, his arm wasn't in the sling, instead it was hanging down loosely at his side with the sleeve rolled down over it, a black and red glove over his hand. He saw me staring at it and lifted it up and waved. "I got second degree burns when I was a kid, can still move it, just doesn't look all that nice so that's why I wear the sling sometimes." Yeah, and pigs fly.
"Whatever, shall we go?"
He nods his head and heads off to the front door, I turn off the water and go after, doing a pocket check of my wallet, ipod, keys and lock the door behind me. Nero waves me along and soon I see him swing a leg over the seat of a black motorcycle, sleek and angular, I didn't know much other than it was built for speed. "Get on." He says motioning with his hand as he pats the back of the seat, it seemed like something out of some movie, or I've watched to many.
"No helmets?" he just gives me a stupid look. "If you say YOLO, I am going to smack you."
He smirks. "Sorry, but my friend didn't have any, she doesn't believe in them." If you're a demon, your friends a demon, I don't think a little bit of road rash would hurt that much to her. Sighing, I swing a leg over the back end, if I remember clearly, it's called the bitch seat. Wrapping my arms around Nero's waist, I try to think of sick and disgusting thoughts that didn't revolve around dead bodies from a car crash. He started up the bike and soon it began to vibrate, it intensified when Nero revved the engine, then he moves his leg and we're off. God help me.