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Dreams Will Be Made Of These	By : Britt_601 Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 3810 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 27: Mood Swings Part 2
Pallid lids unsealed the cerulean spheres regaining clear vision, drifting from left to right to view his location. A warm glow filtered through his right hand, pulsing with increased vigor the more conscious he felt.
Confused ceruleans eyes stopped swirling, growing accustomed to a spinach-hued light stationed above his prostrate form. With his sight widened, Nero gazed upon the warmth in his devil bringer... entwined with Dante's left hand... rubbing against some green ball.
“The hell... the fuck are you doing?”
As per usual, Dante remained tight-lipped. With his newfound awkward position, Nero's upper body lay under the desk, giving him a full outline of the weird orb and his raised arm touching it. He squinted, noticing a dark trail gluing their hands together as the elder rolled their palms on the circle. An airy, coppery scent digging inside his nose confirmed the object of his suspicion.
“Did you friggin' cut me!?”
Dante sat in the same position, cross-legged on the floor with his chin propped in his right hand. The book rested in his lap yet he didn't look interested in it, eyelids closed in silent rout, bending forward a little under the desk.
Nero remembered the reanimated corpse and shifted, Dante pressing into his palm to stay still.
“It's dead,” the veteran mumbled.
“What are you doing?”
Dante provided no response.
“I'm talking to you.”
Dante still ignored him.
“Fuck this!” Nero tugged his arm backward, eliciting a reaction from the elder.
“Can you be still for ten fucking seconds!”
“What are you doing!”
Ceruleans stared into powder blues, ignited flares piercing into the opposite gaze to challenge the other. And Nero might have won if their hands weren't moving in a ridiculous fashion. The veteran must have caught his faltering expression, thinking to use this time to jibe―albeit darkly.
“If I rip off your arm, will that make you stay still?”
Nero didn't know if he joked or not.
Play his game...
“Can you just tell me what's going on?” Man, he would thank Trish double time for her advice. Instinct told him to flatten Dante into the ground, yet her input calmed him. The message reverted his attention to a more logical conclusionthat wouldn't involve bitch slapping that red mongrel. “What's wrong with your attitude, and why am Ier, we rubbing on this ball?”
Dante's eyes didn't soften from the glare, but at least he talked, somewhat.
“These Spiritual Guardians aren't doing shit.”
“... And?”
“So your arm is taking its place.”
“Okay...?” Nero hoisted his weight on his left elbow, mindful to keep the resistance from rising in his violated devil bringer. “How am I of any help?” The youth grimaced, looking upon their connected hands still... doing whatever to the orb.
“After your dear friend had you in a vice grip, I came up with the idea to use your arm.”
“And how is that working out?”
“Shitty. Now that you're fully awake, fix it.”
And just like that he let go of his hand, him and the book moving somewhere out of the youth's sight. Truth be told, Dante's split personality concerned him, raising his hackles to guard against his forthcoming attacks. The teen wanted to be left alone while he vanquished any threats, yet Dante's mentality needed supervision.
Glancing at the circle again he pondered what he, or rather, the powers within his arm could accomplish. What were they doing holding hands and who's blood stained their fingers? Nero felt no injuries on him, other than a throbbing head, so did the chieftain cut himself?
With an unsure voice he called to Dante, hoping he'd get a full sentence with details.
“What am I supposed to do?”
“Break it.”
“Why do you think my arm will crack-”
“It glowed whenever it touched your hand.”
“You meant it glowed when you used my arm without permission? Tch, this is news to me.”
With furrowed brows Nero wiped his scaly arm on his pants before giving the hardened gem a tentative touch, recognizing a small jolt from the appendage's interior. The youth reached out twice more prior to laying his open palm on the stone, letting the vibrations in his arm flow into the jewel. He relaxed his form, concentrating his energy when his devil bringer reacted to the objectunexpectedly.
The shiny orb cracked into four lines, a neon-green cloud seeped from within the mystic orifice to transude into his blue branch. Caught in engrossment with the fiery feeling igniting in his limb he was too slow to react to the thunderous explosion; the desk imploding skywards as the gemstone launched into his face.
Sharp fragments pierced into his profile, eyes snapped shut after a few pieces shot inside his eyelids. In his sightless escapade to sit up and recover his vision large splinters of the destroyed wood fell on him, burying him beneath the rubble. Enraged with the unforeseen actions he snarled his way out of the debris, dark mutters pouring thickly from his mouth.
“Guess you made the puppies come out and play.” Dante said somewhere in the distance.
“The hell are you talking about I, ugh, fuck!” Nero tried opening his lids, but the material irritated the sensitive eyeball. His eyes twitched, liquid freely dripping out his cornea to flush the brittle particles rubbing on his optic nerves. His immediate response called to run his sight under the bathroom sink... if only he could locate it.
A hearty titter threatened to escape Dante's throat with the brat's disgruntled sounds, moving over to his incompetent companion to assist in his recovery. He'd be of no use to him if he had to poke out his infected eye.
Grasping a firm grip on the youth's chin, he took his spare hand and tried prying the affected orb open. Nero was quick to move the intruding palm, waving his own around to feel his way to the restroom. Undeterred, Dante repeated his invasive selection of 'help.'
“I'd like to keep my damn vision, thank you!”
“Hold still-”
“No. If you want to help me, push me into the bathroom-”
The chieftain ran his thumb under the youth's lower lid, Nero recoiling like a cat sprayed with water. His grunts deepened in volume, frustration evident because his injury required immediate recovery.
Using his “good” eye he pushed Dante away and trailed towards the sink, nearly ripping off the handle as the liquid spouted in full force. The veteran walked in after him, still intent on providing his method to get the damaging particles from their embedded position.
“Let me guess-” The young man stuck his head under the faucet, tilting it to where only his upper face touched the fluid. “You plan on sticking your finger in and scraping the rocks out for me?” It pained him to talk, the water doing little to soothe the crystals resting comfortably inside his lids.
More or less he meant it as a warning for the scarlet idiot to stay away. If Dante even lifted a knuckle to him he would beat him senseless, with or without the ability to see. “Dante if you so much as touch me, I swear-”
“You swear you'll be washing your eyes for an hour?”
He snapped. “Fuck you, why do you care all of a sudden?”
“If you do it your way, then fine. I hope you learned how to fight without your sight.”
“... There's more of those assholes?”
“I don't know.”
“Well, what do you know?”
Nero heard the man shift, inhaling a deep breath. “I want this bullshit to end.”
The teen detected sticky footsteps retreating from his hearing, Nero continuing to tap his foot as the pain skyrocketed to pure agony. Dante seemed intent to help, yet uncertainty wavered over Dante residing in his delusional temperament or if he returned to his cocky self. His pain veered to the point where actual tears from the frags simmered into his nerves. He assumed if Dante poked his eye out, it would be better than the glass sinking inside his eyeball.
“Fuck. All right. Ju―shit, dammit fine! I need to get this shit out.”
He heard the steps drawing nearer to him, muscles tightening in case Dante messed around.
“So now you require my services. What if I take-”
“I don't give a shit. Do you know how to take it out or not?”
Nero sensed the veteran to his left, feeling chilled fingers gripping his shoulder, pulling him away from the basin to stand upright.
“What are you doing?” Nero whipped around and bumped into an equally cold chest, his body recoiling from the sudden touch with the sink stopping his retreat. The grip on his shoulder trailed to his face, holding his chin captive as the other pried his eye open... or tried to. The abrasion didn't seem to move closer to the eye's corner, as most particles do, and he wanted to rip it out himself.
Through his blurred vision he saw the chieftain edging closer to his face, steely pale blue irises focused to locate the shard inserted into the sclera's soft tissue. Holding his lids open he instructed Nero to look downwards, the white part of his optical organ littered with red, bulging veins.
“All right, now look up... eh―there it is.” A tiny parcel presented itself in the lower left corner, scarcely implanted in the eyeball. Dante's first intuition waged to blow into his socket but the force of the air might damage the nerves, despite Nero's proclamation earlier. The bit should have flushed out in water, which meant that he'd have to do some scraping to remove the piece.
Nero gritted. “Just rub it til' it comes out.”
“If I do, it'll go in deeper,” the veteran remarked, refraining from commenting on the wet linings trailing down the kid's cheek. A throaty growl erupted, teeth baring in anguish because the movements made the youth feel the particle move about.
He hoped it's increased shifting meant the remnant was closer to loosening and falling from his cornea. If not, bashing Dante's skull in seemed like a proper way to relieve his stress. Then again, why not leave physical marks now?
“Almost got it, you clingy bastard.” Dante whispered in response to Nero's claws digging into his skin. The up and down eye twitching helped, the elder gently running his thumb to the outer corner of his eyelid. He paid little attention to the pressure Nero's nails applied to his hand; the trooper held strong under his torment.
The instruments of vision are delicate organs and they needed care no matter what species it belonged to. Except for those freakish humanoid things, they didn't need to have sight.
Pushing the youth back under the sink he saw the devil bringer retract from his wrist, the build up of blood showing under the indentations now disappearing from his skin.
After the particle skidded closer to an exit he shoved Dante's hand away, taking the crumb out of his eye. Relief swelled in his being with the pain gradually decreasing, leaving him with a more focused drive to attend to a more pressing matter: namely Dante's attitude.
“You done crying like a little girl-”
“Don't start with me. Just drop it.” He gnashed his teeth, quick to wipe the water off with the bottom of his sweater. After turning the faucet off he shifted to face Dante, seeing him casually lean against a wall, his fingers hooked into his pockets staring straight ahead while Nero moved to stand right in front of him. Blinking the sting away he had a mind to throw a mild appreciation for Dante's help, but he couldn't bring himself to the task. He had to be wary however, the hybrid's disposition wasn't all together there.
“Are you done with your split personality?”
Dante's face softened, eyes never drifting from the wall.
Nero continued. “Please feel free to alert me when another one of your hissy fits come to light.”
The half-breed's actions were unfair, starting from the ill-timed kiss. Every moment thereafter his treatment rivaled... an insignificant rag-doll, receiving the brunt of Dante's agitated frame of mind. Nero made multiple attempts to get an understanding on the situation and his mood change, yet the jackass blew off with detached hostility. So fuck it, let Dante boil in his feelings while he eliminated the threats. Only time will tell how much longer he would spend in the veteran's presence, anyhow.
When he walked out the bathroom, he briefly searched for the animated corpse that made him crack his skull on the sink. Dante said it wasn't there anymore, but he had to confirm it himself.
After he re-checked his gear Nero, with heavy caution, strode out into the bloodied hallway to find more signs of the altered creatures. A tingling sensation spiked in his demonic arm... along with a cool voice spiking in his ear.
“Once these things latch onto you, it's mighty hard to fend them off.” Dante spoke in a calm tone, casually speaking behind him.
Nero threw an angry glare over his shoulder yet kept walking. A dull throb pulsed behind his eye, blinking more than normal. He approached the end of the corridor, noticing that the bodies once there... vanished.
A deep inhale forced its way into his lungs, calming him from the sudden alarm swelling in his being. His senses focused on his surroundings, scanning everything he laid eyes on while ignoring Dante's babbling trap.
“Those two were attacked, had their insides ate out after I came down here.”
The teen grimaced, not realizing those fuckers were carnivorous fiends. He lived under the impression they killed for the purpose of it. He didn't think humans are on their menu.
Howbeit, he spared no attention to the hybrid. He decided however, to catalog any information he'd find useful though.
He moved past the area where the bodies once lied, coming to the end of the hall where the stairs led to an upper level and a basement. Assuming Dante already wiped out the lower section, the youth advanced upstairs.
Midway up the steps, the cacophony of squelching splatter and breaking bones flexed his finger to withdraw the double revolver in cautious security. Approaching the top floor stationed a bevy of interrogation rooms, red streaks and hand prints staining the windows and doors. At the end of the hall was another entryway; the visceral noises growing louder in depth and volume with added groans filling the empty corridor. Nero listened intently... or would have if Dante snapped his trap shut.
“In their first forms, they're just overgrown humans with an appetite to match. But do you notice how they're missing the weird arms and stuff?”
The teen took a stroll to the left, peeking inside a window with tattered blinds for anything suspicious before moving on.
“Their beta forms are pretty straightforward, only roaming until they find some people to munch on. But once they sink their teeth into fresh flesh, the fun begins.”
Nero opened the door to another room, peeking inside the unlit space for any hiding demons. Fortunately, all remained quiet in there.
“The key difference belongs with their biological nature. If they're converts and they ingest the hearts, they change into those crazy folks with the freakish arm weapons. But if they're average humans, they gotta do a few favors to reach the main version.”
He looked down the corridor, Blue Rose ready to shoot in case he confronted another monster. Though to hear the differences between the demons welcomed vital details, he still had to eliminate them whether they were once human or not. He didn’t think it possible to revert to their original forms again.
“If the alpha variant bites a human, they turn into the betas. The newly-bitten fighters have to consume fresh DNA to mutate correctly. Licking that gemstone buffs up their stamina.”
Oh. Okay, now it made sense. The jade-hued sphere served as a power source, able to morph into something stronger by utilizing the jewel. And it seemed like the weaker versions can shift into their dominate structure by giving a little tongue bath to their precious stone.
“That thing must be powerful,” the teenager mused to himself, remembering the strong vibrations roving inside his devil bringer when he broke the orb. However, if humans changed into these savages with a simple bite, where do their zombie-like forms come from?
Nero assumed they changed into the deformed man-eaters when the black gem is pulled from their chest, reverting to a decayed shell of their once-former selves. And fire destroys their entire bodies. Hm, what kind of virus do they have to alter people from a bite...
Which version bit Dante?
Jean-clad legs froze in place, eyes growing wide as his clawed fingers touched the area where the elder sunk his teeth into him. His palms began to sweat, panic sending nervous shivers into his form as the weight of information settled in.
With one foot placed behind the other he swiveled around, fear and anger weaving a beautiful concoction of a glare sent in the shirtless man's direction. Neon-blue fingers clenched and unclenched in a jerky motion, ready to draw forth his blue arm and bash Dante's head in like a watermelon.
Forgetting about the peculiar sounds he marched over to the hybrid after he holstered his revolver, itching for an explanation about the nipthrough violence.
“Dante,” Nero heaved, palms reaching out to cradle the elder's skull, whether he intended to crush it he still had to determine.
The torso-showing man raised a lone eyebrow as the youth's hands semi-held his head in a vice grip. “You said the alpha version-”
“Call them Enkindles.” The half-demon stated, just now thinking of a name for them.
“The Enkindles bite people...”
“Yeah.”
“And when they do, they turn average people into their beta versions-”
“Call those Delineates.”
“And those Delineates can morph into Enkindles by sucking on the gem-”
“Which you destroyed.”
“To repeat the cycle, correct?”
All the while, Nero shook Dante's head to punctuate his point, keeping his rage under lock while restraining from cracking his skull.
“They bite people-”
“That's already been established.”
“They bit you.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“You, in turn, bit me.”
“Of course.”
Hands belonging to different biological natures started to squeeze the elder hunter's skull, gnashed teeth showing on display at how aloof Dante made the situation out to be. His calm face showed no signs of his actions. How long did it take to turn into one of those creatures after someone got infected? Is there a cure or was he out of luck?
“If you knew all of this, then why the fuck did you bite me?”
Something gleamed in the hybrid's eyes, Nero squinting on the odd gesture, but it disappeared before he could figure it out. “I... kinda don't remember.”
He's playing around. He has to be.
“You have five seconds to give me a reason.” Nero's voice deepened, demonic claws about ready to pierce into his head, yet Dante maintained his nonchalant behavior.
“You're not turning into one of those creatures, kid.”
“Why not?”
“Recall what I said about the Delineates? If they don't taste fresh blood before they suck on that rock, then there's no worries. You'd think I'd be that cruel to infect you if I was poisoned?”
“You are that stupid, yes.”
Dante took his turn to stare down at the youth, pale blue eyes unblinking upon registering the teen's furrowed eyebrows, upturned nose, and twitching lips. The pressure surrounding the base of his skull failed to lessen from the tight grip which held him, seeing doubt display on Nero's face the longer he cradled his noggin.
To be honest, he didn't know why he chomped on Nero... that he could remember. Before that brat came he fought four Enkindles and six Delineates. These enemies are tough, especially when the demonic weapons absorbed inside his body were used on the foes and they didn't fall. Pandora weakened the gemstone protecting the monster's frame, but these assholes regenerated. Fast. The only way to ensure absolute death over these fiends called to tap into his diabolical nature. He sustained his irritancy to refrain from the usage of his devil trigger, yet the more the beasts attacked the more despondent he grew; his resolve crumbling to let his anger flow freely.
He barely managed to reign his bloodthirsty rage by the time the fledgling showed up, and he may have expelled the last of his frenzied hysterics on Nero... via the bite.
“If you arrived five minutes earlier, you'd probably have validity to say that about me.”
Dante clasped Nero's wrists and yanked them from squishing his head, walking a little towards the end of the hallway. The fluorescence flickered, as if Dante's presence alone robbed them of the light they gave to disappear into his darkness.
Nero reeled as the balance of power shifted, trying to decipher what he meant by the 'five minutes' thing. And he didn't like being tossed aside when he wanted an answer.
“What would’ve happened if I showed up earlier?”
“Just forget it, kid. Kill what's left so we can scram.”
Not good enough of a response.
“Can you stop with the veiled messages and be straight with me?”
The veteran gave a “not now” gesture with his hand, the youngster ready to confront him with physicality when something caught his eye with Dante's flicking wrist.
At first the youth believed a brown patch of blood spotted the elder's hand yet instead, the brown color was his finger―his decomposed digit.
Widened eyes and a slack jaw settled across the teen's countenance, indecisive to assess Dante's not-there-knuckle.
“The fuck happened to your finger?!”
Lazy eyes shifted to the topic in question, shrugging an answer. “A small price to pay to use any magical spells in that book. The ring is eating my flesh as insurance, so it's no big deal-”
“No big deal? What's wrong with you? You're not concerned you might lose your hand forever if that thing fails?”
First the idiot lost a few brain cells, then came the mood swings, next the bite that may or may not affect him, and now Dante touched him with a decayed hand? When the time came to take another shower, he would make sure to use bleach as his soap.
Dante knew better than to bullshit at a time like this, but it seemed like game time to him no matter the situation. Trish said to get through to him he'd have to play along, but he moved closer to throwing in the towel.
“Is that concern I detect in your voice?”
“No, it's your ability to make everything into a joke,” the blue hunter snarled, fed up with being in the elder's vicinity. He resumed his investigative trek, tuning in to the strange sounds around the corner again. “I'll beat you to a pulp before you ever have the chance to stress me out,” he muttered through closed teeth.
“That's a lie.”
Annoyance mounted in his core, doing an increasingly poor job at paying no attention to the elder. “Ignore him, Nero. Just leave him alone before you pummel him into the ground,” he told himself, aloud, so Dante could get the hint to shut up.
“That's a lie, too. You do stress out over simple shit.”
Oh, how he wanted to give that asshole a dose of his own medicine. Just a simple, meaningless gesture to turn those words back on him. He was being a spiteful jerk, and his assumptions called for evidence to silence those claims.
Dante continued. “See, like now. You're getting all riled up over-”
A downward tug connected his labiums to Nero's lips tucked inwards, pressing against the area under Nero's nose but the elder knew what this signified.
Nero tried to make a statement contradicting the allegations said about him, to fight against what he knew to be true. Granted, Dante assumed a punch to the face would fly his way instead of the teen's version of a kiss, but he'd give him an 'A' for effort.
Now that the tables have turned in his favor, why didn't Nero attack him head on with his devil bringer? Why didn't he shoot him with his gun or point his blade at him then, huh? A smooch, or a unique variant of it, should have been the last route to take in order to have the teen's retaliation affect him. So the elder's proclamation still reigned as the truth.
The awkward and none-too-gentle lip lock ended abruptly. Not even an inch apart, Nero reared his right fist and connected to a stubbly jaw line, glaring in slight triumph; he verbally stumped the veteran. In no manner to mention he also made Dante swallow his words, literally.
“I don't get distracted over stupid shit. You on the other hand can roast in your feelings over those two meaningless gestures you ass-”
Maybe he shouldn't have taunted so quickly.
Quicker than he could finish his sentence and react, Dante grabbed his face and planted those disgusting peckers against his own. A bright cherub flushed his cheeks after the bastard locked lips with him, his mouth slightly open.
Tingles spread through his upper body, freezing his limbs from either pushing Dante away or kneeing him in the balls. It wasn't supposed to happen this way, or rather, he didn't anticipate the hybrid countering with such speed, and the notion angered him.
This went beyond any taunting displays and reached into his personal comfort zone. Men didn't go around kissing other men to prove a point or to stop them from talking. It's reserved for those who loved each other. And Nero certainly didn't retain those emotions in their entirety towards this half-breed.
If the elder desired to fasten lips with whoever, then he should leave him out of it. Who knows, it might be a sign of the veteran taking an interest in him; in which Nero wanted no part of.
Along with the retaliated action followed a hearty punch he couldn't guard against, nearly knocking him off his feet to land against one of the doors.
“I'd say you kiss and hit like a girl, but that would be an insult to them.” Dante mocked, taking interest instead in his decayed, skeletal pinkie. As a trade to use the powers within the book, a small sacrifice had to be insured via the ring.
Once the ring is placed on its original location (the rotten hand that keeps the volume bolted) then his finger will return to normal. If ordinary humans used the text, they would lose whatever part of their body they set the ringlet on. It excluded him thanks to his healing abilities.
Make no mistake, the sensation bit at his nerves; Dante doing his best to ignore the scorching pain as his flesh melted away. But he wouldn't cry; the stinging wasn't to the point where his bottom lip quivered.
“Are you done fooling around...” The halfling's words stopped short when morbid snarls erupted from all sides, rumbling louder as the noises neared the hunters. Nero straightened from his slack position, drawing Blue Rose from her slot. He had a desire to forget the becoming threat and pop a bullet in the red idiot's skull, but these growls commanded his full attention.
The youngster recalled in his mind how... easily Dante could shift the balance back in his court. As soon as he gained a small victory on the half-breed, Dante does something so mundane that the control relapses into his hold again. Oh, how irritating that shit grew to be.
At the end of the hall sounded off a metallic clink, tapping on the floor in a weird rhythm. Above them, the lights flickered until one of them blew out, casting shadows in the corridor they stood in. Pitched wheezes bounced off the walls, the sounds echoing in their ears to the point where they had to shiver the shrill away.
“There's more of these things?” Nero huffed, ready to charge into this fight to dissolve this sudden animosity bubbling in his core. Withal, would it put him in danger to attack the hybrid first, just to take the edge off of his irritated demeanor? Of course it will make him feel better, however he still had a mind to prove the jackass wrong by proving his focus. Nero adjusted to keen concentration to get the job done, sans distractions.
Dante was so going to get it later on.
From the hall appeared a large dog, a mixture of thick silver and black fur covering its body. Its shoulders stood about five feet from the ground, having a length of about seven feet. The wolf-like beast had bright green eyes and a necklace with a pendant of the same color dangling from its neck.
The skin of the animal seemed to shimmer and wave every so often, as if it didn't stand still in front of him, sort of like a mirage even. Curious of all held the torn-off head of a Delineate secured tightly in its jaws. So that's what made those squelching sounds not too long ago.
“Hey now, it's the little doggy out of the book,” Nero remembered to himself.
“Mm hmm...” Dante replied, though it sounded bereft of humor.
The teen shot an irritated glance his way, eyebrows morphing into one of slight confusion of the hard glare the veteran held─at the dog. He followed in Dante's vision, his own eyesight looking upon the wolf, unnatural jade hues giving him a look as if... he counted as food. He thought Dante said they protected that Aventurine gem, so why is it glaring at him?
“This puppy looks a little hungry. Does it want a bone?” Nero spoke, voice a tad shaky because of the hit he took.
“It looks like it wants yours.” The hybrid replied in a tight, low tone.
A multitude of footsteps resounded around them, the duo surrounded in a circle of those elemental animals. They were indeed created from this wind-like structure. Two of the Guardians came through the walls, inching the hunters closer together.
“Something ain't right about this.”
“I thought you said they protected the stone,” Nero muttered in alarm, growing a little cautious over the hounds staring at him as a meal.
“After you shattered it, they warped out of the book in this big cloud and left. I guess they killed the remaining bastards infesting this place and now... I don't know.” Eight of these massive wolves had them cornered with murderous intent settled on their faces. Perhaps Nero absorbed something in his devil bringer he shouldn't have? “Did you absorb a heart in your arm?”
“Don't be stupid, you know I didn't!” Nero gritted out, back now unwillingly pressed against Dante's own to keep an eye on the animals. “You're the one who conjured them from that book.”
“And I'm gonna have to go get the damn thing. I left it in that room.”
How convenient. “So go get it. They shouldn't be too hard to train... even though they're made out of air. I'll manage, so step on it.”
At the moment, Dante had no choice but to do so. Yet the problem wasn't without notice of Nero's wobbly stature from the kiss and the 'love' tap a while ago. The youth didn't necessarily appreciate dishing in what he gave to others, and it might sidetrack him in this situation.
However, he knew of Nero's skills to adjust to any new enemy and brought combat to them accordingly, but he read something about these Guardians and what the gem enabled them to do. But the kid should be fine on his lonesome. With his enhanced abilities, it should take no more than fifteen seconds to sprint and close the book again.
“All right. Don't turn into dog chow, now.”
“Hmph, I'm not slow like you,” he tried to bite back, but the taunt missed the fire attached to it.
With that Dante jumped into the air, side-stepping two of the canines as they nearly latched onto him with their sharp claws. He sprinted as soon as his soles touched the ground. He sustained his surprise when they didn't follow him, instead focused only on the teen.
Exactly what did Nero have on him the Guardians wanted? Or perhaps he absorbed something in the devil bringer he didn't detect?
A wolf's distorted howl vibrated through the precinct, followed by ravenous barks of thirsty dogs. When the red hunter stepped inside the head office, a familiar dark energy fleeted throughout his form. Shit. It seemed the hounds were too much for him to handle, resorting to the o-katana's power to drive Nero to victory.
He yanked the ring off, grabbing the book and headed to the bathroom. He heard the distinct sound of glass shattering and the injured growling in annoyance, snarls rising in volume as he placed the ringlet back on the rotten thumb. A particularly high-pitched bellow echoed through the station, not identifying the species, demon or partial-hybrid, the shrill belonged to. Dante positioned the ulna in the socket, driving the bone forward as he saw the text close.
Not even waiting on his pinkie to heal he ran to Nero's location, hearing the last whispers of a howl disappearing from the hallway.
Broken glass spilled across the walkway across the walkway, rooted grooves of blade marks embedded into the walls. Fresh streaks of the sanguine liquid lined the hall and floor, iceberg irises finally resting on Nero who had his back to him. Yamato remained in his right hand, a solid grip ceasing to let go of her as he stood.
“Hey kid, you all right?”
Slowly, as if his balance was lost, did Nero face him. Dante's eyes widened, lips slightly ajar because the blue hunter took a beating. Badly.
His red sweater lied soaked in his own blood, claw imprints leaving deep, open tears in his clothes and skin. Trails of crimson seeped into his jeans, some of it leaking on the ground, intaking shallow breaths. Vital fluid trickled down his mouth, a weak smile forming to reveal ruby-stained teeth glittering boldly at him.
“I'm okay,” he gurgled, bubbles foaming at the mouth as he spoke. “I'm not dog chow.” He waved his left arm in a lazy manner, soon beginning to tilt over before falling to the floor, knocked unconscious preceding the attack.
A/N: I'm sorry, Nero. I don't mean to make you the fall guy, and it's a terrible habit I MUST break!
Dante slowly came out of his detached feelings and Nero is attaching to his anger to save for Dante :D
So about the creepy monsters, if anyone is wondering, the converts can change into the monsters(Enkindles) with the hook/Venus-fly trap by directly ingesting the heart. The humans that are bitten by the Enkindles change into Delineates who carry the virus and can change people after they've had some fresh blood.
We're kinda coming on the home stretch, not like the next three chapters or anything but we're getting there.
Le gasp, and the smooches have increased! And they'll only increase from here on out. Thank you guys for being patient with the story. I know they haven't been...more than flirtatious with each other, but that will soon change. Oh I have some ideas for what they might do. XD!!!! See ya'll soon!!!!!!!
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