Disclaimer: I don't own Devil May Cry, just my OC's.
Recap: "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.
Nero leaned the bike over and cut the engine and then kicked something and I heard a metallic clang, the kickstand I guess. I uncurled my arms from around his waist and shakily leaned back and took a breath. We were at Custom low body shop. I lean over and nearly trip off the bike, Nero smirks and effortlessly swings his leg over the side and gets off. You know, that initial feeling of… attraction I guess, has worn off some, that or Dee's purring gets me in the….. I won't finish that sentence for the sake of my prudish pride.
"Smooth move Evil Ken evil." He says with a smug look.
"Why thank you captain obvious." I snap at him as I start for the front door, he follows. "Don't you have to be at your friends place?"
"Hey, I get to at least look at the car I'm going to be riding in before I get in it so I don't look like a fool. No matter the amount of classic vibes coming from a car, pink is definitely not something I'm willing to put up with." He retorts. I roll my eyes and open the door and walk in.
"Surprised their open on Sundays." I mumble as I ring the bell on the front desk.
A young guy comes out from the back and looks at us and smiles slightly. "Hey, how can I help you guys?" I think he was looking more at Nero than me, hey, I don't look twelve do I?
"I'm here to pick up my car." I tell him, he brings his gaze down on me and raises an eyebrow slightly then shrugs. "Franco, Joss." I tell him.
He turns around and looks at a peg board behind him that has multiple hooks and some keys hanging from it, he soon plucks a pair off the wall and turns back to us. "Go out front and I'll pull up, policy not to let customers into the back."
"I need to pay you guys first." I tell him. He furrows his brow then types something into a computer, then looks at me weirdly.
"It says it's already been paid."
"What?" I ask, scrunching my face up. I lean over the counter and look at the screen, sure enough, balance was paid and full. What the hell? "I didn't pay for it, who the hell did?" I ask him.
He shrugs. "Look kid, it says here it's paid, and there's a receipt being printed off now, so just take it and run with it damn it." he said, then stormed off to the back of the store.
I pushed off the counter and turned to look at Nero, he only shrugged and exited the store. "Okay, what the hell?"
'Did I forget to mention something?' Dee says smugly. 'You didn't exactly check the trunk now did you?' Huh? 'It would seem that Liam actually used his car to commit his illegal activities, I found a shoe box full of cash as well as a few bags of some sort of illegal substance. So I left a note in the back of the trunk saying that he could take both, guess he found it.'
And you didn't think that he may have called the cops? I sighed and walked out and found Nero staring at a fence to the side of the shop. And I saw way in a few minutes, the Cuda rolled out in a shiny grey coat that brought a proud smile to my face.
"Huh, guess I should apologize huh?" Nero said boredly.
"Apology accepted." The Cuda roared slightly as the guy gunned it and it jumped into first and forward. "I think he's a little rusty."
"Nah shit." Nero replies.
"So, am I following behind you before or after I go get some clothes?"
He scrunches up his nose and looks at me. "Why the hell are you going shopping for clothes?"
I roll my eyes and head to the Cuda. "Because the dryer is over twenty years old and is starting to eat away my clothes, I've only got two pairs of shirts left."
He rolls his eyes and heads towards the bike. "Whatever, my friend lives near here so we'll stop there first." He says. The guy in the car steps out and hands me the keys. I do a wave of acknowledgement and get in the Cuda and adjust everything.
Nero starts up the bike as I press the clutch all the way down, he nods to me and then creeps off the lot. I follow behind him and then we're off.
About twenty minutes later we pulled up into a driveway of a nice looking house that's probably about forty minutes away from mine. I saw someone open the door and then I stared in shock as it turned out to be Vergil in the doorway. Nero looked at him for a second and then shrugged and exchanged small talk, I pretended to mess with the radio in the car. Apparently Liam bought a digital one and installed it, I also happily found an auxiliary cord in the glove box, happy day.
Someone knocked on my window and I jumped up, my foot hit the brake and the clutch at the same time and I had to slowly let off both. I looked and nearly had a heart attack when I saw Dante leaning over with a lazy smirk in place. I waved and pulled the e-brake and turned off the Cuda and opened my door and stepped out.
"Nice ride you got there kid." He said with the same easy smirk as he looked up and down. "Fresh paint I take it as well."
"Thanks." I tell him with a grin, something smelled nice in the air and I was getting this bubbled headed feeling. "Just got it actually for a steal."
"Didn't think you actually did that." He joked as he peered into the Cuda. "but then again, never know these days, could be a serial killer for all I know." He says with a weird look at me, that grin was less easy now. "So, what exactly you doing here?"
I pointed up at Nero as he and Vergil parted ways, a odd grin on his face, Nero's that is. Vergil just had this more smug look. "Picking up him, he's our renter and he gave me a ride to pick up this old boy." I tapped the Cuda on the hood. Nero reached us and he gave a sly grin to Dante.
"Hey old man, whats up with you? Reliving old memories?"
Dante's grin picked up more and he chuckled. To me it sounded off slightly and the bubble headed feeling cut off a little. I looked at Nero and felt some odd little insecurity, something doubtful and strange as I looked at him and at me. "Ain't old kid, how many times gotta repeat that to ya? Seems like you're the one with the faulty memory."
Nero snorted and leaned against the other side of the car, I felt a slight urge to growl and push him away from it. "Whatever you say old man. So Joss, ready to go?" he didn't even bother with an answer, he just got in.
"Pushy ain't he?" I remark with an eye roll. "What the hell am I? Servant or something?"
Dante chuckled and smacked me on the back. A weird shiver went up my spine that I suppressed, it felt pleasant yet odd. "Well, look at it this way kid, I finally get to say the butler did it and it be relevant for once."
I actually laughed at the corny joke and shook my head as I opened my door. "See you in class Mr. Sparda."
He wrinkled his nose a little. "That'd sound better if it was some babe in a skirt talking." My stomach fell a little at that comment. God what the hell? "See ya tomorrow kid, and drop the whole 'Mr. Sparda' thing, it's too damn weird when you say it." I didn't know whether to be insulted or take it as a compliment that I could actually call him by his name. instead I just waved and hopped in the car. We drove off in silence as Dante watched us go with a far off look in his eyes.
After about forty minutes we got back to the house about twenty minutes before the rest of them were supposed to get home. I had just gotten a few more long sleeve shirts and a pair of pants, but for the hell of it I threw in a simple grey hoodie that came down to the back of my thighs. I balanced four pizza boxes and the clothes bags on one hand and picked out my key from my pocket. Nero had the other three boxes of pizza and the breadsticks and cinnamon sticks. I opened the door and we walked it, I then closed it back with my foot and hopped to the kitchen and put the boxes on the counter.
"And here I thought I'd get away from pizza." Nero remarked wryly as he set the boxes on the counter.
"Huh?" he shakes his head in the 'forget about it' manner and heads off to his room. "You realize that this is your trial right?" he sticks up his hand in the 'whatever' fashion and then he disappears out of sight. I sigh and un-stack the boxes onto the counter and then went to the garage and got out the broom. Grandma would start bitching at me if the floors weren't exactly clean. I did a quick sweep and then did a even faster run over with a swifer mop and then Nero decided to grace me with his presence.
There wasn't any purring anymore, I didn't exactly feel like checking him out either like last night…. I never said that, never. What the hell is going on, some kinda of puberty thing all over again? Well the first time wasn't all that bad, well what I haven't forgotten at least.
"When they gonna get here?" he grunts as he reaches under the bar and pulls out a bottle of grandma's white wine.
"How did you know where that was?" I ask him with a little bit of venom. I kept them under the bar so I wouldn't have to look at the damn bottles. I don't know what pisses me of more, that he's drinking in front of me like he fucking owns the damn place, or that he's rifled through my fucking kitchen.
"Your grandma gave the gist of the deal over a glass of this, figured I'd help myself." I gritted my teeth together and tried not say anything mean, he wanted to drink the shit, go right ahead, just not in front of me.
"Glasses above the microwave, don't put it in the dishwasher, hand wash only." I tell him briskly as I pick up my clothes bags and head to my room. "My cousin Mickey will probably bring along some beer for him and my uncle Sal. They'll be here any minute by the way." And speak of the devils, wait I don't need to use that expression, speak of assholes and they will appear.
Mickey came in first followed by the kids, Shawn and Darrin, then Erin with Mickey's son Garry in her arms. Mickey had a six pack in hand and sported a ten gallon hat, cowboy boots and the buckle to match. Mickey has this weird work thing with some person down in Texas, he works for three months then comes home for two. He really got into the whole cowboy look, it worked on him in the redneck asshole feel. Sal and Cheryl came in with Grandma on Cheryl's arm talking about something. All dressed in their Sunday best. I heard Nero open the bar up and put the bottle of wine back down and then I heard him groan.
Shawn went wide eyed and did a wide mouthed grin showing off his gap teeth. "MR. WOLFE!" he yells and runs past me and latches onto Nero's leg, his hand coming close to punching the poor bastard in the crotch. If Nero was my height, he'd be doubled over now without any air in his lungs. Been there, done that, have multiple t-shirts. "I didn't know you where the enter!" he said dreamily.
"SHAWN!" Mickey bellowed with a glint in his eyes. I knew what was coming up, so did Shawn, cause he unlatched himself and looked down in shame and fear as he went over to Mickey. Nero stepped forward and rubbed Shawn's head a little bit and gave him a smile.
"So, what's up with you string bean?" he asks while giving Mickey the 'I dare you' look. Okay, twenty points to Nero. "And it's renter, with an 'r'."
"Nothing much." Shawn says boredly, he then turns to me and smiles. "but tomorrow we get to watch the science dem…dem..demo!"
Nero suppressed a groan and put on a fake smile, done it plenty of times to see it done. "Then I'll see you tomorrow as well string bean." Shawn's eyes lit up and he gave Nero another leg hug. He looked a bit uncomfortable with Shawn attached to his leg, I gave him the sympathetic look he deserved, lord knows I know that place all to much.
Lunch preceded like that, kind of a same old formula for us, talk, shit talk, joke, drink, eat. Make a crack about why I spend the entire time in a separate room or the opposite side of the room by myself reading a book, say I should sit with the family and talk. I do, they insult me or make a crack at me, I suppress an eye roll and go back to reading a book. Nero gave me a lot of 'lucky bastard' looks since he kept getting grilled and barely got any relief from them. It was near the end when there was only two pizza boxes left that everyone leave, Nero and I had spent the last twenty minutes feigning interest in a story that Darrin was telling us about watching some old 90's show on Netflix, makes me wanna go watch Hey Arnold and the Amanda Show again. Anyway, it was better than listening to the adults talk, though mostly it was about people that pissed them off lately and the ever good old gossip mill.
Grandma held a high ball wine glass in hand full of white wine and her cheeks were rosy red with a bubbly smile on her face. it was six at night and the dark was creeping in on the light outside, the sun painting a wonderful scenic picture. Now if only I didn't fear demons coming out at night to kill me.
"Well that was jush wonderful!" Grandma says cheerfully as a splash of white wine sploshes out of the glass and hit the floor in the kitchen.
"Grandma, what number glass of wine is that?" I ask her as I break down the empty pizza boxes. pretty sure it's her fifth, or her eight, I spent twenty minutes in the bathroom and another thirty out in the garage with Nero passing around a gameboy advanced that Cheryl gave me a few years ago, it was Mickey's. We took turns playing Megaman and he had a few spots above me when Sal walked in on us and got pissed.
"Uuuuuhhhhhhh…" she took a few more sips and looked down at the empty glass. "Hey, which one of you two drank… oh wait." She giggled and looked at me apologetically. "Never mind, sorry sweetie, I forgot about-"
"It's fine grandma." I interrupt her and put my hand on her shoulder and turn her around slowly as I pick the glass out of her hand. "I think you need to go sit down for a little bit."
"Alright." She sighs, then turns to me and kisses me on the cheek, I stop in my tracks and stare wide-eyed at the wall. "Goodnight Josslyn, love you." She says cheerily, then turns to an equally shocked Nero. "Goodnight." She sings happily as she skips slightly down the hall to her room.
I lean back and stare at her oddly. "Did you spike her drink?" I whisper to Nero.
"Not that I remember."
"Huh?" I shake my head and go back to the pizza boxes and pull out a slice of veggie, I'm still a little bit hungry. "So how'd you like my family?"
He rolled his eyes and pulled out a gallon of milk and poured himself a glass. "Just as bad as your grandmother when she isn't drunk of her rocker, maybe even worse for your uncle and cousin. Haven't been near assholes of their caliber in a long time."
"Tell me about it, at least grandma actually puts her feet down when it comes to Mickey's 'discipline' of the kids most of the time." I sigh and take a bite then stop and pull out a mushroom from my mouth. "Yuk, I hate it when they order mushrooms and olive." I moan as I pick off my least desirable toppings.
Nero chuckled and took a swig of the milk. "You remind me of Dante, always said crap like that."
"You guys must be close huh?" I remark as I take a bite of the now olive and mushroom free slice. Something flashed across his eyes and he just grunted and chugged the rest of the milk and threw the cup in the sink.
"You know, your family's full of cheap drunks." He says as he picks up the bottle grandma was pouring out of, it was only about a sixth missing.
"Wouldn't know, I leave the room after the second glass, only dealt with the aftereffects on grandma." I shrug and finish off the slice in one big bite.
Nero rolls his eyes and heads to the living room. "Just like Dante, takes two bites or less to finish off a pizza."
I smirk and go after him and settle down in the old lazy boy recliner in the living room and turn on the t.v. "My best is a large meat lovers in seven minutes flat, my cousin Katie's is about half a minute less than that."
"His is four." Nero throws back as he signals to change the channel. Some sci-fi crap horror film comes on and a big two headed shark pops up and eats a kid on a inflatable raft. "Well, when your looking for a mood lift, watch some crappy horror movie."
"Japanese ones are the best." I tell him as I lean back in the chair and watch the movie. "So incredibly cheesy it ain't even funny."
"Then you throw in some even shittier english dub over and you can't stop laughing." He says with a smirk as he stretches out on the couch. "Who knows, maybe this will be any good."
It wasn't, to many big bouncing boobs that just killed my mood, even Nero didn't find anything good in it, except when it ended. I looked back into the kitchen microwave clock and saw that it was eight thirty, ugh, why does it take so damn long to get to ten? I got up and stretched and started off to my room. "See you tomorrow Nero. Am I gonna have to get up early to get you to school?"
"What time you usually get there?"
"7:20."
"Why the hell do you wanna be at school at 7:20 in the morning?"
I point to the back room and give him a 'really' look. "Wadda you think?" he rolls his eyes and flips a channel and I go on to my room and get ready for bed.
'What exactly do you expect to do for the next couple of days huh?' Dee asks with a snarky attitude. Hold on, I got a mirror in my crap draw in my dresser. I pulled out my grandpa's old lint roller thing, it folds up and has a cloth thing on it that catches the lint and has a mirror in the handle. I flashed it at me and saw Dee's reflection in it. And what exactly are you trying to ask?
'Ugh, never mind, your too stupid to understand.' Or really? If we wanna talk about stupid things then explain to me last night and this morning, what the hell was that? He sighed and turned his head. 'You wouldn't understand.' Oh no, try me. 'Well to bad, I don't' wanna talk about it.' What the hell? Why are you acting like such a bitch? 'Goodnight.' He growls and then I see my own reflection. ASSHOLE! I throw the mirror back into the draw and slam it shut and turn off the light and hop into the bed steaming.
What the hell is wrong with him? Seriously, he's supposed to help me isn't he? I mean, he's forcing me to go through these hoops and all sorts of weird ass shit, what the fucking hell? I closed my eyes and forced the blackness to come to life and sleep washed over me and consumed my consciousness, the black fog erasing some of the stiffness in my back.
I woke up in the early morning darkness and stared up at the ceiling for a little bit before I got dressed and went out into the kitchen. Nero was already there with a hot cup of coffee in his hands and a black shot sleeve shirt on.
"Yo." He says with a hand wave.
"Ugh." I grunt and pour myself a cup and pull out a package of pop-tarts. Not exactly a morning person, in fact, I hate mornings, except rainy mornings that is. I looked bleary eyed at the clock and saw it was only about 30 minutes till seven. I sipped the coffee and revealed in the burn. "Why the hell are you up so goddamn early?" I gurgle out as I take a gulp of the coffee and feel the numbness burn into my tongue.
He shrugs and drains the coffee from the mug and puts it on the counter. "Where's the remote at?"
"How the hell would I know?" I throw back at him grouchily. I am so not a morning person. I ripped open the pop-tart package and started to dip it into the coffee and took a bite.
He growls at me and heads off to the living room and settled up on the couch and picked up the remote and turned it on. I followed suit and settled into the recliner and watched as he flipped through the channels. "Think you can put it on the weather channel for five minutes, want to see what today's forecast is." He grunted and changed the channel and I saw the forecast and it looked glum and cloudy. "Thanks." I grunted and took another bite. He flipped through the channels till finally settling down on reruns of Charmed. When the clock struck seven I got up and pulled out a lunchbox and threw in six slices of pizza and a small bottle of coke. I wanted food for lunch today, not air. Nero walked into his room and came back out as I was putting my backpack on my shoulders, he was dressed in a nicer button up shirt and jeans. "You look spiffy." He grunts at me with a glower and flips me off, I smirk and head to the door. "Come on, ain't got all day."
"Little shit." he growls at me as I just smirk and open the back door. It took thirty minutes to get to school, accident leftover from last night. Looked like someone was ripped out of there car and then someone cleaved through the car with a big ass sword. Nero had mumbled something about shitty work and I stowed it in the back of my mind.
We parted ways and I went towards the library, which the most direct route passes by Vergil's room, and guess who was standing out in front of it. "Joss." He acknowledges me with a nod, the same bubble headed feeling I got from Dante came back, except this time it was fainter. I look at the door to his classroom and find a outline of a syringe. It took me a minute for my eyesight to adjust, and then I felt almost like gagging. The inside of the syringe was full of pictures of dead bodies, dirty needles embedded in people, people with foam surrounding their mouths. Some were on gurney's and others where hooked up to machines that I would assume would be life support.
"That's… original." I tell him as I look from photo to photo.
He only nods and smirks. "Yes, and the lovely pigs down in the counseling department seem to think that as well, along with that I need to take it down."
I shrug and repositioned my bag. "Screw that, freedom of speech. At least your actually showing them the end results and not some cartoonish doorframe." I looked across the hall and saw a fake felt skeleton with the cut out words, 'no bones about it, drugs are bad'.
"Yes, I may use that argument against the principal." He mused boredly, then he turns to me and gives me a blank look. "So tell me, how is Nero adjusting to your home?"
"No offence, but why would you care?" I ask him .
Annoyance flashed across his eyes and his face became more and more blank. "He is a member of my family, shouldn't I be interested in his welfare?"
"Oh what lovely words from such a poisonous mouth." Dante says wryly as he suddenly appears from out of nowhere behind his brother. "Hey kid, how's the other kid treating you?"
I roll my eyes and shrug. "Eh, not that bad."
"Huh." He says as he turns to Vergil. "Got that meeting in a few minutes, thought you'd like to know."
Vergil glared at him and rolled his eyes. "Why would I wish to participate with them, nothing but idiots the lot of them. These children barely have a chance with those people in charge."
"Then go out and buy breakfast." I suggest. "Bell doesn't ring till 8:20 on 'ho' days." They both give me and odd look, Dante with a lopsided smirk.
"Ho day?" he asks.
I roll my eyes. "Yeah, a few of the girls on the cheer squad get up on the tables and start to do a strip tease." I tell him sarcastically. "It's what we call it because all the seniors and juniors yell 'HO!' at the sophomores and freshmen when they get up to go to class."
"How creative." Vergil remarks with an eye roll.
"Can I hide out in your room Dante? The meetings take up the library and kick the students out." I ask.
"Go ahead." He says with a yawn. I nod and head off.
Fast forward five periods and you'll find me rushing into Kerry's classroom. I was half expecting to actually find her in there, instead I found Nero with his legs propped up on Kerry's desk. I grunted and put my books on the counter on the opposite side of the room and then went to him and pushed his feet off. "There's few things Kerry hates, and one of them is people screwing with her desk." Or screwing on the desk. He growls at me and gets up and looks ready to hit me, but I only roll my eyes and turn around and start moving tables.
Kids from some of the other chemistry classes started filing in as I scooted a table to the other side of the room behind the vent hood that separated it into two halves. The kids sat on the clear side and watched the experiments from the front of the room bench and the vent hood bench. "What time the kids gonna be here?" one asks.
"Within the next ten minutes." I point to each one as they came into the door and gave them orders. "Sarah, potassium chlorate is in the chemical closet in a metal tin that looks like a paint can that has lots of rust on it and says warning easily oxidized, don't worry about the irony." They made a slight chuckle at that. "What?"
"Oxidization, Irony." She says with the point to point hand motion. I think about it and then smirk.
"the gummy bears are in the mini fridge in the chemical room, make up a story to amuse the kids before you throw them in the test tube." She nods and goes off. "Danny, grab the 15 liter glass jug, we're not using the plastic one on account of that I nearly lost all my hair last time someone lit it on fire."
"I'm not gonna ask." He goes off to a counter area and opens up a cabinet underneath it.
"Alright, everyone else knows where their things are at, move the tables and get with it." I direct. Everyone nods and we all start to move the rest of the tables and pulled out all the things necessary, I was working on the last one, thermite with a few firecrackers thrown in on Kerry's orders.
"Hey kid," Nero says from behind the desk, I turn to him and grunt. "how many kids are gonna be here exactly?"
I scratch my head. "Uh, six classes of second graders if I remember correctly." He face pales a little and his eye twitches. "Look, if you're afraid of the kids that much, then hide out in the damn chemical closet cause no one here has time to give a damn, we all get this done fast enough the rest of the guys here get more time out of class."
"Thought this was about teaching the kids science?" Someone says sarcastically.
"Yeah, the science of procrastination." Someone else remarks.
"Who's making the crack joke?"
The intercom comes on and aunt Cheryl comes on. "Mr. Wolfe, the kids are here for the science demo."
"Thank you." We all say when Nero doesn't say anything, he looks around at the mayhem that was us scrambling for everything, then grunts and goes to the back of the opposite side of the room. The kids then start to file in behind a group of teachers who direct them all to sit on the floor. Then we started the demo. First up was a chemical test by fire, changing flames into different colors for each chemical salt. Then came the bell chamber that sucked out the air and allowed the balloon and marshmallow to expand due to the absence of air pressure, then they shriveled up and compressed when the air pressure was let back in. then came a gas being lit on fire down a ramp to show the liquid like state a gas can have. Fumes being lit on fire inside the glass jug, the potassium chlorate setting the gummy bears on fire into a flare like state. Filling up a balloon with pure hydrogen gas and lighting it on fire, elephants toothpaste experiment, so many others.
The kids who were going to do the demo with liquid nitrogen didn't show up, so I had to do it and volunteered Nero along with it. the kids laughed when I dunked a cheetoo into the liquid nitrogen and gave it to him and he started breathing a fog from out of his nose and mouth when he ate it. he returned the favor with a banana and marshmallow as well. Then came the thermite experiment, we all went out to the parking lot and settled a small terracotta pot in a group of empty slots in the back and then I poured in the hydrochloric acid and mixed it with a pencil and then ran away. Soon half the kids were running away because it burst forth in a flare of light and bits of lava splashed out as the firecrackers popped, it only went a quarter of a foot away from the pot. When it was all said and done, the kids gave all of us hugs and then they went onto a bus and head off back to their school.
We were all in the room when the bell rang, and right as it did someone came over the intercom. I stayed behind with my lunchbox in hand and stopped to listen. "Mr. Wolfe, can you please send Josslyn Franco to the counselors office."
"Sure." He said, then looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "What have you done lately?"
"Besides set off a third class bomb in a student parking lot?" I ask as I head to the door. "Do me a favor and put up the liquid nitrogen back in the chemical closet."
"Mind if I dip a few gummy bears in it?" he asks.
"Not really, just watch it, don't wanna be peeling of your frozen skin of the countertop when it starts to thaw." He smirks as I leave. The counselor office has a microwave, so warm pizza for me!
I got there and then saw Hebbel standing in front of the desk. I open it up and she turns to me and gives me a weak fake smile. "Oh Joss, glad you came by. I have some news for you."
"I get to graduate early?" she does a fake laugh and the receptionist shares an eye roll with me.
"No, but it has to do with Friday." Crap, I nearly forgot about that. "We'll have to cancel it." LORDY LORDY HALLELUJAH! "But just your single act." Well, small blessings. "But-" 'Can I kill her now?' "your still going to have to perform something to get the credit."
Sigh, give me a second. "What exactly am I going to have to do?"
Five minutes later of shouting and ranting and heating up my pizza, I was grumbling back down the hallway with a plate of warm pizza in my hands and a grim look on my face that said 'don't fuck with me'. I got to the door to Kerry's class and then I heard a low moan. A somewhat electric hum went down my spine and my cheeks blushed a little as I got closer and a few more moans sounded out. I got to the door way and found the door closed, then I saw through the glass of the door Vergil leaning over a table… with Nero underneath him and his lips attached to his. I gulped as my pants felt two sized too tight and saw Vergil's hands start to move southward and behind Nero. They started to suck face and grind against each other in an animalistic way and my nose started to drip something I was pretty sure was blood.
'Oh why the hell are you cursed with normal teenage human hormones and thoughts?' Dee moaned…. No not moan, not MOAN! Speaking of moaning. Oh god, why the hell am I even here?! And why the hell does my head feel light.
"So kid," that explains it. "you enjoying the show?" I whip around and look up to see Dante staring down at me with a sad smirk on his face. I blush and start blubbering, and then realize that my pants are still too tight. EEEKK!
Alucardismaster: You know, people often get the weirdest inspirations and drive to write. Plenty of people take it from events in their life, and I am no different. To make this short, my weekend has been utter crap. Last night, my grandfather died after 78 years of hard living and my sister nearly died from an allergic reaction. For the last week she's been swelling up and nearly choked to death the same day my grandfather had his stroke. This entire even is both inspiring and yet a harsh wake up call. But there is a good side to this, as horrid as this sounds, it has inspired to me to write more and more. I will be continuing everything I have written save for a rewrite and a few changes as well as a potential addition. Thank you for actually taking the time out of your lives to read my stories, I am grateful for all of you who do. So, please forgive my little narcissus note and I hope you enjoy the other works I have written, or fellow works by other authors as well.
Sincerely,
Alucardismaster.