Familiars Never Cry
I will forego subtlety on this one: kudos to Mr. Blessing, and MS Word
I'm on a roll… and
This Party is Getting Crazy!
So...
Let's begin…
Mission 4: What It Means To Be a Real Man.
Picture image *Dante with his back turned to the audience both hands wielding Ebony and Ivory,and Rebellion stuck on his back, with Louise in her school uniform with her arms crossed with her confident smirk on her face, with Kalina Ann strapped on her back, in a burning battlefield surrounded by devils.* ( Manly tears, wishing I could draw it myself. WTH am I thinking?)
Meanwile in another part of the Academy...
Monsieur Colbert, a teacher who had dedicated twenty years to Tristain Magic Academy, was by now a mainstay figure.
His Runic name was "Colbert the Flame Snake," and, naturally, he was a mage specializing in fire magic.
Since the Springtime Familiar Summoning a barely two days ago, he'd been concerned about the commoner that Louise had summoned. Or more precisely, he'd been concerned with nothing but the runes that had appeared on that Man's right hand. They were rare runes indeed, so for the last few nights, he'd confined himself to the library and had been researching various texts.
Tristain Magic Academy's library was located in the same tower as the dining hall. The bookshelves were unbelievably tall, about thirty mails in height, and the way they were lined up against the walls was a spectacle to behold. And rightly so, since this place was crammed with the history of everything following the creation of the new world in Halkeginia by the Founder Brimir.
Colbert was now in a section called "Fenrir's Library" that only teachers were allowed entry to.
The ordinary bookshelves, to which students had free access, didn't hold any answers that could satisfy him.
He Levitated up to an out-of-reach shelf and scanned it intently for a particular book. His efforts were rewarded as his gaze fell upon the title of the book. It was a very old text which held descriptions of the familiars that had been used by the Founder Brimir.
His attention was focused on one particular paragraph written in it, and as he read on in fascination, his eyes grew wide. He compared the book with the sketch he'd made from memory of the runes on the Dante's right hand.
"Ah!" he gasped in surprise. At that moment, he lost the concentration necessary for maintaining his Levitation and almost fell to the floor.
Holding the tome in his arms, he hurriedly descended to the floor and ran out of the library.
His destination was the Headmaster's Office.
*(-.-)*
On Louise's side, after the class blast,
Louise trudged back to her suite, her heart feeling like it had lead weights grafted to it after the events of class. Kirche was right, she was a zero. Who else could have summoned a familiar that she couldn't control, summoned a familiar that was probably more magical than she was?
Only the Zero.
Damn it, the familiar summoning was supposed to be the solution to all her problems. It was supposed to give her a nice impressive familiar and prove to everyone that she is a great mage, that she was worthy of bearing the Vallière name. It wasn't supposed to give her a scary, quirky guy that refused to show himself as anything other than an ordinary commoner except when he was alone with her.
When she shut the door, she finally let the long-suppressed tears flow.
Weak. Magicless, worthless piece of trash. Not fit to study here, not fit for anything. Can't do magic. Can't do housework. Can't summon a good familiar, can't control the familiar she did summon. No place in the world. No role to fit in. No respect, no love. She felt she didn't deserve either.
A disgrace. She could just her Mother slicing her with a windblade for being a waste of space. She could see Father turning his back on her, disowning her. Her big sister Eleanor already hated her for being weak and always picked on her.
Oh, how Louise missed Cattleya. Her second-eldest sister was the only family willing to listen to her and accept her for who she is, and is always generous with the hugs , and she really needed a warm hug right now.
(-_-)
While Louise went to the dorm to clean up….
Dante used his free time to wander amongst the students, casually observing the culture. The students themselves were mostly unremarkable. Their features were for the most part European in nature, though every once in a while some aspect of one of them did stand out more than other. For reasons yet unknown, there seemed to be a greater variety of hair color which in no way could have existed in his original world. There were a variety of different shades of red ranging from the very light like Louise to dark and vibrant like Kirche's. There was a great deal of blonds as well, though the color spectrum here ranged from platinum to borderline brunette. But the question appeared in his mind, could it be considered the shades of blue or green hair color as blond?
Dante is currently having a staring contest with a giant floating eyeball.
"Okay. Seriously. What the hell are you supposed to be?"
It just blinked, as if that will answer Dante's question.
"It's a bugbear," a voice from behind the devil hunter answered. Glancing over his shoulder to find Siesta behind him, carrying a tray with what looked like a slice of cake, or some kind of pie on it.
How he wished for a slice of pizza right now.
"A bugbear?" Dante asked in a deadpan voice, turning back to look at it again.
"Can I ask as to what part of it resembles either a bug or a bear? It's a freaking floating eyeball."
The eye didn't seem to take offense at the blunt assessment, but it did turn away and started to float off. Dante then turned his attention to the now blushing Siesta and find her giggling into her hand at the response.
"Working hard, I see." he complemented her with a smile. She beamed up at him.
"Oh yes," she agreed happily. "Pardon my rudeness, but I don't have time to chat around for long. I have to deliver this cake." She indicated with a nod towards the table the pastry was to be delivered and Dante nodded gravely.
"I'll go with you then," Dante offered, having no much to do anyway, and moved into step alongside her.
"Oh no," she said, though she didn't sound displeased at the offer. "I mean this is supposed to be a time for you and Louise to get to know each other. I'd hate to intrude." Said it as she did, she didn't make any further attempt to chase the rather bored devil hunter off.
"We already had reached an agreement into the nature of our… relationship," Dante informed her. "And as far as getting to know me is concerned, I think she got to know me a little too much, especially when I drove my point into her. Besides, with the commotion this morning at their class, she needs time to cool down first before we resume our conversation."
"Knowing you a little too much? Drove your point into her?" she asked, sounding troubled. But it is visibly excited for reasons only she knows, she's blushing madly to the point that Dante could see the steam coming out of her head.
And then Dante realized the implication of his statement.
"It's not what you think," Dante assured her, reaching the table. She set about serving the two, a girl with long blond hair curled elegantly into what appeared to be drills and a boy whom Dante remember from last night wooing another chick. A large mole sat half on the boys lap and he stroked it as if it was the most beautiful thing alive. A small frog rested in the girl's palm. When the boy requested another tea from Siesta she agreed politely and moved to fulfil the request. As Dante went to move and follow the maid when once more the boy spoke to his back.
"You're the commoner that Louise the Zero summoned," the boy said to his back, with the tone of someone who was about to do something cruel in order to impress a girl.
Dante's eyebrow twitched
"Off to serve you mistress like the plebian you are?"
'Well now. A childish taunt thrown at the back of someone he believed wouldn't stand up for themselves. Too bad for him, he left himself way too wide open.' Dante grinned to himself 'How will he react with this comeback?'
"Oh, It's the Don Juan-nnabe from last night," the devil hunter responded chuckling, turning around in time to catch the boy's eyes bugging out over the rather strange namecalling Dante gave him, and felt like an insult.
"Chatting up another lady like you did last night? What's the matter, the girl in the brown cape's soufflés not good enough for you?"
"Y-y-you! How dare you address a noble in such a fashion, commoner?" he demanded, seemingly genuinely shocked at how easily Dante managed to put him in his place, and so willingly at that. "I shall have you…"
Whatever it was that he was going to have me do was interrupted by the blond girl.
"Guiche," she interrupted, her brow furrowing. "What is he talking about?"
The boy, Guiche, suddenly looked a lot less concerned about me and more with mending the fortress that Dante had just demolished. "Nothing, My dear Montmorency. The commoner is merely attempting to tarnish my good name." He leaned in close, taking the blond girl, Montmorency, by the hand and gazing deep into her eyes. "After all. I…"
"Cannot tell lies in front of your eyes?" Dante mockingly supplied for Guiche with matching puppy-dog eyes to boot, causing him to flinch.
To add salt to the wounds, he turned to the blond girl who looked confused. "Yeah, he used that line on that girl from last night. I believe her name was Katie."
Now the girl was looking far less confused and far more upset. The hand not holding the frog began to clench and her eyes were definitely narrow as she turned back to the stuttering Guiche.
"Lies, all lies," Guiche proclaimed, holding that rose to his face while looking aggrieved at the injustice of facing such base accusations.
"Why would I need another when I already have one whose beauty dwarfs even that of the morning star?" he proclaimed, just like some cheesy Shakespearian actor.
Amazingly, it worked in calming the girl down.
'Looks like she was susceptible to flattery.' Dante mused,
Naturally, Dante in his jerk-ass mode can't let this fire blow out just yet. He was having way too much fun picking on the little brat. And luckily, a whole bucket of gasoline was walking over behind this fop's unsuspecting back.
"Well, maybe I made a mistake," He feigned, and despite the fact that boy was probably still pissed at the man who started this whole situation, Guiche shot him a grateful look.
"We can ask that other girl herself. And hey! Look over there! She's coming this way now," He pointed dramatically, and smirked at the way Guiche turned sheet white.
"Coincidence? I think not." Dante stated simply, hammering in the final nail to Guiche's coffin.
"WHAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTT!" the blond screeched, hitting a fair number of octaves.
'And here's where I make the exit.' The devil hunter bowed theatrically grinning widely, as he casually backed away far enough not to get caught up in the explosion that was about to happen. Right when the fireworks were about to start he caught sight of Siesta hurrying back with the tray of tea, looking worried by the commotion that had started in her absence. She saw Dante looking relaxed amongst the other students who had gathered to watch spectacle, and hurried over to Dante.
"What happened?" she asked breathlessly, distraught by the disruption to the calm tranquillity she had left behind.
"The dude was caught two timing the two girls, and now he's trying to keep himself from getting his ass whipped," he reported, and reach down to the table at beside him, picking up a discarded tea cup, filled it with the pot Siesta had arrived with, and turned back just in time to witness Guiche getting his eye blackened and both girls marching away in righteous fury.
He calmly takes a sip of the tea.
" Personally I prefer beer, but at least these nobles have good taste in their tea."
He wondered if he'll ever be reunited with his beloved hop's beverage.
As the crowd laughed at his misfortune, Guiche pulled himself off the ground and attempted to find some way to salvage his pride. His eyes settled on the cause of it all, who raised his teacup to him, grinning mockingly.
"It appears that you are unaware of the etiquette whilst speaking with nobles," he accused the crimson clad man.
The worry Siesta was displaying rose up a few notches. It s common knowledge that stuff never bodes well for commoners when a noble speaks to them like that. But then again, this is Dante, the Rebel Sparda's spawn.
Dante replies gracefully. "Oh, I knew them alright. I just choose not to practice them. Especially to twits like you." The flippant answer causes the blonds eyes to narrow in impotent rage.
"Then perhaps a duel will help you understand the importance of displaying the appropriate respect when dealing with your betters?" he proclaimed, pointing his rose dramatically towards the devil hunter.
Very casually he tilted his head to one side and began to dig into his ear with his pinky. The strange gesture seemed to confuse the posing blonde. Finally he pulled the finger from the ear, and then met his eyes directly.
"I seemed to have had something stuck in my ear. Could you please say that again?"
"A duel," he again proclaimed. "I can never forgive one who made two ladies cry."
"Look in the mirror, chum."
It got the crowd laughing.
"If you really insist on a duel, you got it." Dante sighed,
The crowd gasps falls silent.
'Damn, I never thought those scenes from the cheesy period movies could happen in real life.' He mused
"When and where?"
"I shall be waiting for you on the grounds in front of the vestry," Guiche proclaimed and whirled away, all dramatic cape and wounded pride.
'Some pimp you are.' Dante thought,
Siesta seemed beside herself in fear. "Mm-M'seiu D-Dante! What are you doing?" she demanded, her worry causing her voice to be shrill.
"Dante!" another voice interrupted, and both Dante and the maid turned their heads towards the source of the voice. Thundering toward them was four and a half feet of pink haired feminine fury. "What do you think you're doing?" she demanded in a worried tone. "Come on!" she grabbed his sleeve and started to drag the confused Dante away, after giving a quick farewell wave to Siesta, who was now on the verge of tears and clutching the silver plate to her chest like a stuffed toy.
"Where are we going again, Louise?" he asked her as she pulled him along.
"To Guiche, ofcourse. If we could just get him to simmer down and ask for your apology...!" she declared really scared of the implications. Then she suddenly found Dante as immovable as a mountain.
"I refuse to honor that request, Louise," Dante tells her in a serious manner.
"What? Don't you understand that you might get him killed?" she demanded, now looking more worried than mad.
"Louise, are you overly fond of this Guiche guy by any chance?"
"What?" she asked surprised by the sudden question, before getting a look on her face usually reserved for someone who just sucked a lemon, "No. He's just an annoying skirt chaser."
Dante studied her silently for a moment, before speaking. "Good. I was worried that it would cause you some grief at what I'm planning to do. I'll just rough him up a bit, nothing major. Just hope he won't die as I do."
"Stop that!" she demanded, nearly pulling her hair out from frustration. "Just why do you insist on continuing with the duel?"
"If you wish to find out just who you summoned. Just stand and watch. And besides, its time I get to show off." Dante grinned ferally, and turned to march to the court where Guiche was no doubt waiting, posturing all the while.
The Vestry Court was the central garden situated between the Wind and Fire elemental towers. Being located to the west, the Court didn't receive much sunshine, even in the middle of the day, but it was the perfect place for a duel.
Right now... the place was packed with people who had heard the rumors.
"Gentlemen! It's a duel!"
Guiche lifted his artificial rose high, eliciting a loud cheer from the crowd.
"Guiche is going to duel! His opponent is Louise's commoner!"
Dante cocked an eyebrow at the statement, but remained silent.
Waving his arms about, Guiche acknowledged the cheering.
And then, as if finally noticing Dante's presence there, he turned to face him.
"I'm surprised you didn't run away," the Don Juan-nnabe said straight to his face. The crowd around us tittered in amusement.
"Could we just get over with this already?" Dante said, mockingly stifling a yawn. "Need to catch up with my Z's."
"Hmph," Guiche said, and shrugged exaggeratedly, disregarding the taunt. "So eager to die already?" he asked the bored-looking devil hunter in a way that would make Shakespeare proud . "Who am I to deny your request, commoner."
The crowd was eating his act up.
For all his smiling and posturing, Dante responded only with a yawn.
As he finally got around to doing something actually meant for battle, Dante takes note of the crowd on the scene, and sees Siesta, who is covering her mouth with both hands and looking so scared that she might become ill.
Louise is with her as well, who looked resigned to not being able to stop what was about to happen. She might have tried to make more of an effort to stop it, but his casual declaration of my opponents possible demise, combined with the earlier agreement and the possible circumstances regarding Dante's summoning was different from most seemed to have made her curious as to what was about to happen. Even Kirche and Tabitha are present. Though there was something different about Tabitha this time.
She wasn't holding a book. Instead she had locked her eyes on him with a stare so intense it almost was palpable.
Only she had any inkling that something more than a cruel curb-stomping of a rebellious commoner could happen.
"My name is Guiche the Bronze. And my bronze Golem, Valkyrie, shall be your opponent," he declared and from the place where a rose petal had fallen sprouted a tall suit of feminine armor.
'Just as expected of him, being rather girly and all, I'm gonna enjoy making this one scream like a little girl.' Dante grinned at the thought.
A golem huh? And created so easily as well, by a high-school kid. Interesting.
The devil hunter had no idea what the capabilities of the magical nobles of this world are, so to Dante, this battle was more than just him trying to kill boredom. It's a chance to get an exercise as well.
When the golem came at Dante, fist extended aimed to deliver a painful blow to the face. There was a resounding clang as the metal made contact. Dante simply stood there, and took the hit without flinching.
"What?" the surprised nobleman said, completely shocked that Dante had managed to withstand what must have been several hundred pounds of metal as if it was nothing.
"Um, was that it?" Dante asked as he scratched the back of his head in confusion.
"Hey 'noble', could you do me a favor and just hit me with everything you got, otherwise, I'll end up growing roots here." Dante called out to the now shaken Guiche.
Dante slapped off the fist the that the golem laid on his face, and elegantly leaped back in a reverse somersault a few meters away, after which he smirked and gave the fop a 'come hither' gesture Bruce Lee style.
"I-I-Impossible!" he declared as white as a sheet as he stared at the move. "You're just a commoner!"
It seemed as though the shock of Dante being resilient had made him forget about the conditions of the duel, snapped and casts his rose wand, summoning a dozen more of the bronze female armors, now bearing large swords and shields, from the petals.
"Now we're talking." Dante crowed as the Bronze Golems surrounded the devil hunter
"Make him suffer." Guiche growled, as the golems raised their arms to strike Dante.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Siesta screamed as the constructs simultaneously stabbed the apparently helpless man...
Only to hit empty air.
A clapping sound emanates from behind Guiche, who whirled around, to see Dante sarcastically clapping his hands in applause.
"Good form kid, I like the motif, and as a reward, let me give you a lesson on how to be the best ladies' man." Dante stated as a bright red light surrounded him, causing Guiche and the rest of the people present cover their eyes.
When the light faded, they beheld Dante wearing something on his back like a backpack, shaped like a streamlined skull with large glowing eyes that stared in red fury, with metallic projections protruding from its forehead, giving Dante a semblance of folded wings. Meet Lucifer, the rose-themed devil arm.
(Maestro the music) *insert Flamenco music intro here.
"So, without further ado," Dante began, crouching low as Guiche manifests more golems and motions his constructs to attack.
Dante suddenly launches himself up into the air in an impossible height, with the bronze golems leaping in pursuit.
"First, I whip it out," Dante declaimed, as Lucifer's bone-like metal wing spreads out, revealing numerous red colored, long, throwing swords, causing Guiche and the rest to gape at the sight. Dante's retaliation has just begun.
"Then thrust it, with great force. " Dante grunted hotly as he began his attack by ceaselessly drawing out the Lucifer's throwing swords, and throwing them at the twelve bronze golems at nearly the same instant, impaling them in midair, executing it with such grace that he seemed like performing an aerial ballet, with his long coat trailing behind smoothly through the air.
"Every angle, it penetrates." As he impaled the last eleven more golems at close range, while still remaining on air. "Until," Dante spun one throwing swords "With great strength," He gracefully throws it to the last golem while stating, "I ram it in." as seconds later the sword pierces the construct right in the nether region. All the while, as topping the entire cake with the huge storm of rose petals that danced in the air along with Dante in a dreamlike scene.
The implications of his statement is does not escape the notice of the girls who are watching, giving sighs and looks of longing towards the currently playing...er...fighting Dante as he gave his opponents stabs, they react as if they are actually feeling the force, not in a bad way rest be assured.
"And in the end, we're all satisfied," Dante said, who appeared to be biting on a rose flower, landed right in front of the flabbergasted Guiche,
As for his golems, they were all immobilized, in such a formation that it resembled a huge heart symbol. Dante then claps his hands sharply three times, signalling for the ethereal swords to explode spectacularly clockwise. And one in the middle exploded last, creating the heart break effect.
"You're set free." Dante ends the poem like statement by throwing the rose which suddenly appeared out of nowhere towards the group of girls currently watching the spectacle, cheering wildly and began a rumble to claim the said flower, with some of them fainting in bliss at the debonair devil hunter's gesture.
"And that's how it's done." Dante grins calmly, posing towards his opponent like a teacher lecturing a pupil, with said boy gaping like a goldfish, realizing how huge the power gap is between them. Guiche hoped that it'll be over soon.
Unfortunately for him, Dante isn't done yet, walking closer towards the boy, who in stupid desperation conjured an elegant rapier and rushed towards Dante, who promptly draws a black, highly customized .45 cal colt Government, Ebony, and shoots the sword out of the boy's hand.
Guiche falls on his butt. And before he knew what happened, without looking at his target, Dante presses the strange black pistol into his forehead, causing him to enter a panic attack, "Yield! I Yield" he screamed, as he felt something warm and wet forming in his pants.
But the gun pressed on his head never left.
Dead silence rang through the courtyard. They had come expecting a spectacle, and little else. Nobody except two people really believed that anyone would die in this duel. All they expect is, they'd get to exercise their rights as nobles to watch another noble smack around a commoner for a bit, maybe seriously injure him, and then they could all go for crumpets and tea while the victim lay broken and bleeding on the ground behind them.
Instead Dante had shown them an even better show. Too bad, seems like somebody's about to die.
Or so it seems.
It lingered in the air, that pressure, Dante had shown them a beautiful, yet destructive violence though most likely they are being entertained by the flashiness of it all, just as Dante intended. But then again its time to show this kids that death and pain is the only certain end that waits all who carry weapons and wields them against their fellow man.
Many of the students were gaping now. Many more were white. A few were crying. All were shocked at the turn of events. Even Tabitha, who had no doubt expected something unexpected to happen, had not expected this. Her eyes were widened as well, noticeable through her thin glasses, though that was the only change in her expression.
"I already said yield, why.."
"Is it that I'm still pointing this thing at your head?" Dante deadpanned, "Surely you have heard of the saying along the lines, if you can wilfully kill, then prepare to be killed.", as he pressed the hammer back ready to fire…
"Wait,"
"Hm?" Dante turned to face the source of the voice, It was Louise.
She has tears flowing from her eyes. Dante suddenly realized he must have been playing way too hard.
"Just a few more minutes, and I'm done." Dante assured the distraught girl.
Sighing, Dante fished the coin from his pocket and showed the Trish side of the coin to Guiche,
"Shall we have a bet? If this comes on this side," Dante began, indicating the woman's image on the coin, "You win your life back, and if not, say your prayers."
Dante then pauses at the moment. Taking in the stares that the scene he made
'Yeah, they're watching, alright.'
"Oh yeah before you learn your fate, should you win your life back…do treasure it." Dante sincerely smiled.
Before the boy could answer, Dante has already flicked the coin up and caught it, all with his free hand…
(O.O)
When Louise went to sleep that night, she was equally parts exhausted, exalted, and embarrassed.
She had done it! Her summons wasn't a failure! She truly had found a familiar, no; she corrected herself, a guardian that was noble, charismatic and powerful!
Yes, her initial response and impression might have been less then favorable, which was the source of her embarrassment, but due to the very nature of the guardian, Dante, she was confident that the situation wasn't unsalvageable. It would take time, but eventually she would be able to prove to everyone, her peers, her teachers, and her family, that she wasn't a failure.
That she wasn't Louise the Zero!
Then, she dreamed.
She finds herself in a vast empty field, she sees her guardian, Dante, his head down with his back facing her, and she was unable to see his expression.
Dante then lifts his head up, and looked over the horizon. As if expecting something from that direction.
Then they appeared,
Scores and upon scores of horrific creatures of unspeakable appearances, with sizes ranging from, human sized to beyond titanic. Devils.
Then she heard the myriad of voices mixed with unearthly sounds. Voices calling out to….
"!"
Louise has never been so frightened in her life, as she beheld such creatures forms she never thought existed.
That and the pure terror that their mere presence inspired are beyond what Louise could handle, as she sank on her knees, and wait for the end of it. She then looks at the devil hunter.
Dante just smirks and simply said "Just bring it."
He draws from his under his long coat, two huge guns, one of which she saw him wielding, during the one sided duel with Guiche. And began firing in a manner that Louise had never seen a Dante did before, it was an impossible speed not even the best gunslinger she had seen before, could ever match.
The human sized creatures that are on route to kill him are obliterated in a flash, turning to dust as they did. The trend continued on until the only opponent left is a titanic mockery of a centaur. Having a bull's head and a body of a muscular man and connected to a body of a lion, it is wreathed in flames. Screaming an unearthly war cry, the creature rushed Dante, hoping to trample him as he did.
Dante, just turned his back on it, further enraging the beast for the insult.
Then in a flash, the devil hunter turns around and slashed with his sword, he called Rebellion. The move sent a crimson shockwave, similar to Louise's mother's windblade spell, only a whole lot larger, when she meant large, she meant it was the size of the Academy's tallest tower.
The attack smoothly rent the devil apart as a hot knife through butter, and the devil bursts into flames as it screamed in agony.
"Devils Never Cry." Dante said as he aimed the large pistol to the dying devil's head.
"And as for the rest of you out there," Dante declared in a voice much louder than she had ever heard him, full of anger and hate.
It was as if Dante knew the rest of that world would be able to hear him.
"I'm coming." He ended, punctuating the statement by shooting the creature on the head, silencing it perhaps for eternity.
As Louise looked on, she realized that she seems to be looking into the memories of Dante way before she summoned him.
The scene turns white as Louise finally slept in peace for the entire night.
(O.-)
The next Day….
As Louise and Dante, had tea on the school fields, being tended by Siesta, who made it her duty to provide the best service for the two, most especially to Dante, who now holds the status of the most delectable man in campus, familiar status be damned.
Currently, they as facing a situation.
"How did this end up this way?" Louise asked to no one in particular. Dante just facepalms himself.
Guiche, who looked like a mummy, is now kneeling in front of the two.
"Please be my Master, M'sieu Dante. Teach me the things I need to be a real man amongst men." Guiche begged, on his hands and knees in front of Dante and Louise
Dante then made a bet through coin toss, with the conditions that is Guiche wins, the boy becomes his apprentice, if he loses, he will never bother Dante again.
Dante lost, again.
"Are you sure of this Dante?" Louise asked,
Dante just shrugged. "Well he won fair and square. Besides, I need something to amuse me at the moment. So, why not?"
Dante turns to the begging boy "Do what you want."
This gave Guiche, such a joy that he cried.
"I promise, I will treasure every lesson you will teach me, Master Dante." As the boy rushes to give the devil hunter a hug… only to have Dante's boot planted to his face.
" Lesson two : NO. HUGGING. OF FELLOW MAN."
Siesta and Louise, laughed heartily at the antics of the two.
Louise then, realizes that for the first time, she actually felt that she belonged to this school.
And that she's lucky to have Dante as her famil… er…guardian.
And thus, Dante earns an apprentice, whether he liked it or not.
(o.O)
Author's P.S.
I'll follow the plot of the ZNT at the moment…then some crazy developments. and maybe more innuendoes... anyone want a lime or lemon?
and chapter/s later... a surprise...
reading between the lines could give hints of something...
as for a ripoff part, some things here might be familiar to avid readers of famous fanfics. this is my way of honoring those guys that inspired me. Have fun knowing what those fics are...they're too glaringly obvious... : )
as to posting with regards to originality, read between the lines pal... I put this together just for the fun of it...If you have fun reading its an honor. then if you aren't either leave this area, or write a better one original one. I got tired waiting for someone to post this pair in a story like this.
And just so you guys know if you didn't get it the first time: I don't like taking credits,
I WILL ALWAYS, ALWAYS prefer cash. : )