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MONSTER	By : Radius Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 10984 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Devil May Cry game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Ugh, just recently I added a new chapter and so it’s taking me awhile to post these chapters. Sorry for the slight delay. I need to make sure the new content flows well. The first interactions between Dante and Seth are really important. At the same time, I’m trying to execute proper editing. I could well make this to a 200-page story but I think it’s best to follow the advice of a friend of mine. I might just scrap the new chapter all together, so it’ll take awhile to know which way I should go.

This chapter is pretty subtle. Not too much going on. I could’ve gone to detail with one scene but, nah, I need to have some ‘breathing room’. I’ve been considering making an ‘edited version’ of this story (er, it’ll be hard since some of the fun stuff towards the middle of the story will *seriously* need some revamping, lol). If I do, though, I’ll send a link of it. I’d like this site to house the uncensored version. Until then, thanks for staying tuned and please enjoy the mad world that Radius offers to you fine folks out there. ^_~

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<<| Don’t Burst the Bubble |>>

                Walking down the streets of his city that had the sun shining brightly, with the sounds of cars honking and wheezing by, Dante walked a little more energetic than usual. Actor John Travolta couldn’t have done a better strut. He skipped up to a sidewalk after crossing the street rather than drag himself to it. He left the door open for whoever was behind him as opposed to playing the usual role of an impolite jerk. He smiled to the bus driver after his bike broke down and he didn’t throw a major fit when it happened. Overall, Dante felt like he could own the world. Sometimes he surprised even himself, noticing the twilight in his blue eyes each time he saw a mirror or reflection.

                It was good to be out in the open. Most of his life had been stuck inside Devil May Cry, sitting lazily behind a desk with his feet up. And let’s not forget, the boxes of pizza. Oh no, let’s not forget those. But yes, it was good to be outside. Dante hadn’t realized how blue the sky was for a long time. Was the air always this smoggy though? He hadn’t noticed it before. It was just air. And that store, didn’t that used to be a Mickey’s pawn shop? He used to pawn his guns there any time money was low. And where was the old woman at the corner who always yelled at everyone and spat at the birds that flocked to her? She used to scream ‘Devil’ any time he passed by.

He walked a bit slow and waited at a light before crossing. He wondered if there were other little tidbits he may have overlooked while he hunted demons and investigated the paranormal. It was like a man just realizing he was old, finally noticing the three wrinkles between his eyebrows and the permanent creases at the corners of his mouth. The neighborhood he carelessly roamed for years without much consideration was poles apart from the one he knew. Dante always heard change was so gradual that no one noticed the difference. Never, however, did it really hit him. Until now…

Well-known faces disappeared. Restaurants and stores became different establishments. The music changed. The clothes changed. Everywhere, there was change. He was almost bothered by it all, almost disturbed by these life-altering revelations that seemed to happen unexpectedly. Perhaps it was because they reminded him of his own mortality. A hybrid, he lived longer than any regular mortal. Seeing the world change without him was like someone spitting directly in his face. Dante didn’t like how the air changed overnight or the abrupt absence of familiar shops. He had trouble believing crazy old people eventually died. He had a difficult time learning his regular routines couldn’t cut it anymore. And he had found it impossible accepting men living off on destiny’s whim, obsessing over an era long since passed.

Carebears. Mirrors. Neon signs. All the way in. No way could a man be that free and careless. Surely, a man like that had boundaries. There were always boundaries. Life had a thing about keeping people grounded. Dante used to think he was above it all, once upon a time. He flew and soared. He laughed at his own immortality and screamed to everyone that he’d never grow up. Somewhere along the way, though, his wings snapped off and he tumbled down. He fell into a world that moved on without him. Dante was jealous of the brunette man who still kept himself afloat.

                No. Not again. It was strictly sex. Really extraordinary sex, but it was just sex. It was a one-night stand that happened to span two nights. It was a quick fix to something he hadn’t had for a long time, not since he split up with his last girlfriend. They sang and fucked and talked all night until the morning started to come. After he was done with him, he set Seth free with a clean bill of health. And that was that.

So why was he still thinking about him?

                Dante left his apartment before Seth had the chance to wake up. There was an unspoken rule to one-night stands and that was to leave before the other came around. It was mainly to avoid an uncomfortable situation where one person had to tell the other their time was up. The night before was intended to be reckless and passionate, free of moral or logical decisions. The day after, was meant to bring sense and, often times, regret. Dante woke up in that situation all the time. Clean up. Put your clothes on. And don’t forget to close the door on your way out. Whether it was a woman or man or both, the moment the sun rose, Dante turned, saw who he’d been with, felt the bubble of regret burst, and quietly crawled out of the bed. This morning, however, that bubble didn’t burst.

Dante forced himself to follow the routine he followed for years anyway. It was only sex and he wasn’t looking to start another ill-fated relationship that led to nowhere. Between his dangerous lifestyle and a little fact he tended to cheat, he avoided relationships as much as he could. A committing type of guy he was not. The life of a bachelor was more forgiving and fun than one tied down to a single person. Even if Dante was curious to see where they’d go from here, it wasn’t enough to let him see it through. Not to mention, he didn’t know if that was what Seth wanted. Sleeping like an angel, who snored rather loudly, he couldn’t put Seth into a tough situation that consisted of politely kicking him out the door. Or have his ego shot down because of it. So he left.

                Don’t go back. Don’t visit his neighborhood. Remember only the music and the touches. The memories will be there and last a lifetime. Don’t ruin last night by being greedy and wanting more of it.

                Throughout the day, Dante had to repeat that to himself. While Enzo had a line of work ready for him, he still wasn’t in the mood. He wanted to relax, to enjoy a vacation without hunting devils or investigating devil worshipping cults. Last night, and the one before it, made him restless. He had a void to fill. Not knowing how to spend his free time, he jumped from one activity and onto another, making sure to feed the dog that visited his doorstep in the afternoon. All the while, however, he avoided any smokers he stumbled across. Likewise, he steered clear of the music store down in Edison Street, where acoustic guitars were half off. He also tuned out anything that came from the eighties, humming heavy metal songs to counter it.

Don’t go back. Don’t visit his neighborhood. Remember only the music and the touches. The memories will be there and last a lifetime. Don’t ruin last night by being greedy and wanting more of it.

As evening drew near and the bike remained in the repair shop, Dante retired to the movies, watching the latest sequel of an action movie he didn’t really care for. Sitting at the back where he preferred to sit, the film had enough explosions and cursing to make a nun renounce her faith. Nonetheless, he yawned through all of it and ate the rest of his popcorn and drank from his large cup of Dr. Pepper. Afterward, he retired to the restroom and locked his stall’s door.

                Quiet elevator-type of music played in the restroom while Dante recalled the face Seth made during his climax. The investigator grunted, slowly and roughly straining the tender object in his hands, the way Seth did. His self-administrations wouldn’t be as great as Seth’s, of course. They never could. It wasn’t Seth rubbing his length right now. Dante’s breath hitched each time he envisioned Seth’s naked and moist body, his legs spread wide for easy access. The full lips slightly opened. A tongue sliding through them. The tight hole widening. His thick eyelashes fluttering over his beautiful dark eyes. The sound of his heavy breathing and moaning.

                Yeah. That’s it… that’s it…

Don’t go back. Don’t visit his neighborhood. Remember only the music and the touches. The memories will be there and last a lifetime. Don’t ruin last night by being greedy and wanting more of it.

                The trite music kept playing in the background and he nearly chuckled when the theme of ‘The Love Boat’ played. Still, he was too far into it and violently came with a loud gasp. He shot all over the stall’s door.

                Seth…

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“For the last time,” Enzo warned, “leave me the hell alone, ya bloody leech.”

                Dante’s informant was an Italian man who would be more handsome if he didn’t act like an asshole. Only Dante, beautiful women, and people who had the power to kick his ass earned dashing smiles and colorful conversations from him. Everyone else got the finger. He was a short and scruffy fellow with greasy black matted hair and large brown eyes. He wore his signature hat, a floppy little thing that reminisced the forties era. It pointed slightly to the right and slanted a bit. He also wore casual clothes, a brown jacket with matching trousers and a white shirt underneath.

                Enzo sat on a stool close to the platform, moving to the beat of techno music and watching a bare-breasted dancer slide down a pole. He took a sip of his beer and waved goodbye to the young man sitting next to him, one who had black hair with blue streaks.

                “C’mon, we ain’t askin’ for much, dude,” Agent Scully said, “We only want some information.”

                The Italian man didn’t bother facing him when he replied, “In case you haven’t figured it out, kid, I work for Dante. Dante and only Dante. Go bother someone else. I’ve got titties to watch.”

                They were at Love Planet, a high class strip joint that bled techno music, beautiful women, and good liquor. While prostitution wasn’t condoned, it wasn’t punished either. Filled with the odors of perfume, liquor, and sweat, Love Planet sat behind Bull’s Eye establishment on the other side. At one point, the two complexes used to share a door but a terrible and unexplained earthquake many, many years ago made a mess of the neighborhood and forced the two to re-renovate and separate.

The entire floor was decked out with expensive carpet while its walls were decorated with paintings of women done in Greek style. Tasteful Romanesque statues were stationed everywhere in the oversized club, including the bottom of two curved and opposing staircases that met together. The steps were often used by clients needing access to the second floor’s private rooms for peep shows and sex. Below the staircases was a backdoor, leading to a narrow street that was also infamous for illegal activity. As a whole, Love Planet had a disco and Romanesque feel. The catwalk at the center, which was outlined by light bulbs, had a tiled floor pattern glowing with many spectacular colors. A large and dark violet curtain that led backstage sparkled under several spotlights that danced back and forth. Patrons sat along the catwalk on stools or at the center of the club, occupying round tables with large cushy leather seats. At the far right of the room was a mini bar that was busy with nonstop drinking.

                Due to the activity that went on behind closed doors, admittance to the establishment required customers to be twenty-five of age or higher. Agent Scully was only twenty. Nonetheless, it wasn’t something a little Photoshop couldn’t handle. Fake ID in hand, though, Agent Scully knew he needed to leave soon. He’d heard this place actually ran the names of any new customers entering the club, checking them in their computers to see if their face matched up with their name. He had to be quick about his business and hope the chubby man next to him started talking.

                “What, you’re too good to toss a bone or two?” Agent Scully asked sarcastically, trying to keep his cool. “Can’t help a fellow in need, dude?”

                “Stop calling me dude, kid. I’m a man. Go back to the play bin and leave this business to the professionals, to the big boys.”

                “That’s harsh, du… I mean, man. Look, I ain’t askin’ for much. I just want information, any information. You know what our group is about. I’m sure you’ve seen some crazy shit happenin’.”

                “Your group?” Enzo laughed, his eyes still peeled to the woman onstage. He shoved into his jacket’s pockets in search of his wallet. “It’s more like the Joy Luck club.”

                “Say whatever you want, man, we’re supernatural investigators. We’ll be big one day and we’ll remember what a creep you were to us when we are.”

                He thought that would provoke Enzo to react. Instead, a waitress came to replace his drink.

                “Another round, babe?” the bunny-suited girl asked.

                “Yep.” He gave her a brilliant smile while still looking for his wallet. “Am I going to see you at the Annual Animal Masquerade coming up, by any chance?”

                She playfully pinched Enzo’s chubby cheek. “You know it, honey bunny.”

                “Heh, I’ll be sure to find you then. You always know how to give a man a good time.”

                “Oh, you’re so sweet.”

                “Yo, Enzo,” interrupted Agent Scully, “We still haven’t finished talkin,’ honey bunny.”

                The bunny girl gave Enzo an odd look, a bit disturbed by his young companion. She quickly went to fetch another round.

“You asshole,” growled the Italian, “You’re scaring away the women! Go away already! You’re not even supposed to be here. I know your age. I can kick you out of here…” He stopped and snapped his fingers. “…like that.”

                “I ain’t leavin’ and you can’t make me, dude.”

When Agent Scully received an ugly look from the informant he knew he was stepping on thin ice. Enzo might’ve been a weasel in his own right, but he was a weasel with many dangerous buddies. It only took one phrase or gesture to send Enzo off, only to come back with backup crew. Crowbars in hand and all. Enzo didn’t survive the mercenary world by being stupid or weak. He was clever and tended to smile before giving the kiss of death. Agent Scully needed to be mindful of his words. He tried a new angle since the first didn’t work.

“You were once in my shoes, dude, er, Enzo. I’m bettin’ back in your day you were askin’ for scraps too. And I bet they all gave you the same crap. Get loss. Leave it the professionals. Leave it to the big boys. You’re just a kid. That must’ve eaten at your soul. And then, you get that one lucky break that changed your life and now you’re here.” He gave Enzo a dramatic pause. “But I wonder… I wonder if, back then, you told yourself you’d do the same for someone else when the time came. Or did you tell yourself you’d be like the same arrogant sons-of-bitches that threw you to the streets instead?”

                The tempo of the music kept punching and the woman was swinging her hips left to right. Enzo stopped looking and gave the young investigator his full attention. His hard face changed to one of reserve. Agent Scully had to mentally pat himself on the back.

The informant smirked shortly. “You’ve got talent, kid. You bullshit real good, probably as good as I do. Maybe supernatural investigation isn’t your click.”

                Agent Scully smiled but didn’t give the Italian man a chance to add a ‘but…’ in there. He took out a couple of hundred dollars, sliding them over to the counter. At first, Agent Scully thought of just showing Enzo the cash to get information. But he was skeptical about that idea. This was Enzo. As easy as it was to bribe him, he’d been known to scuttle back into his rat hole if he didn’t like a client or a deal that hurt his relationship with someone like Dante. Thankfully, Dante never considered Paranormal Five a threat so any information being exchanged was fair game. On the other hand, Enzo himself didn’t like the young group of investigators. He had the biggest mouth against them. Agent Scully felt it was appropriate to smooth talk his way in before delivering the real goods.

His plan worked. Enzo was impressed, flipping through the bills. Even the dancer on stage eyed them and wiggled her hips their way.

                “There’ve been many corpses turning up,” Enzo said while counting the money, “brutally eaten by, lord knows what. It started a few days ago and so far, it doesn’t look to be stopping.”

                Agent Scully was half disgusted but also excited. He hit a major jackpot. “When did the latest corpses crop up? And where?”

                “Two days ago. So far, they’ve been popping up at the east part of town. No one’s found a suspect. Word on the street describes it as something big and dark, probably a wild animal or something.”

                The young investigator wanted to piss in his pants. Instead, he kept his cool and nodded.

                “Thanks, man. That’s all I need.” Agent Scully took something from his back pocket and handed it to Enzo. “You dropped this, by the way.”

                It was Enzo’s wallet.

                Enzo gave him a sloppy smile. “You ever need a recommendation from me, I’d be happy to give ya one. Now get the hell out of here, kid.”

                Agent Scully gave Enzo a lazy head salute and slid off his stool. The young investigator neglected to mention he pick-pocketed the informant the moment they met and used his own money to bribe him. But Enzo, the informant with the biggest mouth against Paranormal Five, didn’t need to know that. Casually walking out with his hands deep in his pocket, Agent Scully was glad it worked out okay. If there weren’t so many people in Love Planet, many of them as important as Enzo was, he’d be doing cartwheels. He only hoped the others had as much luck as he did.

***



Damsel-in-Distress always had bad luck. She didn’t know if it was a genetic disorder passed down from her mother’s family or if fate had nothing fun to do but to screw with her life. Regardless, she smacked the mugger across the face with her hand, fighting to get back her bag. It was night time and she knew she should’ve gone home hours ago. On her way to catch the bus, a creep from a nearby alley emerged. Now, the two were wrestling. It was until someone came from behind the mugger, wrapping an arm around his neck and choking him, that the struggle finally ended. The would-be-thief gasped for air, letting go of the bag. A second later, he was tossed to a wall, crashing onto a trashcan. The mugger immediately got up and dashed down the alleyway he came from. Damsel exhaled loudly, smiling when she saw her hero.

“You’re really strong, Rainbow.”

“Thanks,” the brunette man said. A confused instant passed. “Rainbow?”

Damsel nervously smiled at the hot guitar player from Bull’s Eye bar, the one who got down with Dante. In the streets, he became known as ‘Rainbow.’ Folks who talked about the infamous bar incident days ago used the name because of the colorful outfit he wore that day and his sexual preference.

“Uh, never mind.”

Adjusting a lime green guitar on his shoulder, Rainbow bent down to pick up her bag. He handed it to her. Music blared from his earphones and Damsel was a bit surprised they were connected to a cassette player. Damsel took in the other details. Rainbow wore purple leather pants with several pink chains and a blue fishnet shirt. He had cut-off sleeves, too, covering between his elbows to his wrists. Ironically, they were striped with colors of the rainbow. He also streaked a bit of his hair with purple highlights. Even his eyebrows were dyed purple. Damsel blushed. He was the most retro guy she ever saw.

“Thanks,” Damsel said when she finally took back her bag. She opened it, making sure everything was still there.

                “You should be really careful.” A worried look crossed Rainbow’s face. The blush on his cheeks became pinker. “There are dangerous people out there, you know.”

                “Oh, I know. It’s just…” Damsel dug into her bag and pulled out a stack of papers, “These are really important.”

                Rainbow frowned. “What’s that?”

                “Surveys.” Damsel grinned.

                There was nothing really valuable in her bag, not in terms of money value. But Damsel spent a whole day giving off surveys, going through an emotional rollercoaster ride filled with rejection and gratitude. She wasn’t about to hand over a day’s work to some creep who would probably use it as toilet paper or a cigarette roll.

                “You’d sacrifice your life for… surveys?” Rainbow’s face transformed from concern to disbelief.

                “Oh, not just any surveys. It’s for my team. Paranormal Five.”

                “Para…” Rainbow started.

                “Paranormal. Paranormal Five. We’re a group of supernatural investigators. Right now we’re giving out questionnaires asking people if they’ve encountered anything paranormal.”

                “Oh. I understand now.” The guitarist smiled. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket and offered one.

                “Thanks.” She took one and put it between her lips. She fetched out her lighter. “We study the unexplained things that aren’t supposed to exist because the government says they don’t.”

                When her lighter didn’t work, he lit it with his own. Damsel chuckled at the ‘Transformers’ icon on it and nodded a ‘thanks.’ They took a deep inhale from their gas sticks.

“Yeah, we’re detectives,” she said and added with a thoughtful smile, “Like Dante. Or, as we like to call him, Han Solo. Heh.”

                “Dante…” Seth paused and slowly put his lighter away. “Oh. Yes.”

                Damsel noticed how sober he became. She suspected it had something to do with Dante, with him being infamous for getting what he wanted and leaving. As handsome and mysterious as he was, Dante was a cheating creep who left a crowd of peeved partners behind. Now Rainbow joined their sad ranks. How terrible. She felt sorry for Rainbow because he was a really nice and sweet guy. Quiet but also direct. And damn handsome and sexy. His curly and shaggy hairstyle also reminded her of Bob Dylan. Yeah, she felt sorry for the used and abandoned puppy. But she also felt happy for Damsel. The attractive brunette was single now or, at least, she hoped he was. All she needed to know was whether he played exclusively for one team or both.

                “My name’s Damsel,” she introduced herself, sticking out her hand. “It’s short for Damsel-in-Distress. Long story.”

                He laughed and took her hand. “Seth.”

                “Wow, that’s a great name.”

                He shrugged. “I think Rainbow was better.”

She blinked “Ha! You think so? That’s what everyone calls you out here.”

“Good. Call me that.”

“Are you… sure? I mean… some guys call you Rainbow because…” She let her words trail off.

He shrugged. “It doesn’t matter to me. I’m a fan of anything with bright colors.”

“Yeah. You look totally cool and pull off the color palette. There’re so many wannabe Goth and Punk kids running around, all wearing black. It gets pretty cliché. ” She blew out gas and smiled. “Hey, I’m about to take my bus. Where are you going?”

“Bus too. I’m headed home.”

Perhaps her luck was about to change yet. “Which bench?”

“That one.” He nodded at the one a block away from their position.

Rotten fate must’ve been slacking on the job because they walked together and sat side-by-side at the worn-out bench, sharing in their sick passion for nicotine. They did a bit of small talk, including the promises they made to quit and the hilarious products they tried. Somewhere between their conversations, however, Seth studied the cars on the perpendicular street. His gaze was a calm one. Damsel fidgeted in her space. She wanted to flirt with the handsome stranger she knew so little about, to have his eyes set on hers. His mind was somewhere else and there was a tiny voice telling her he might have an interesting paranormal story to share. Deciding to act professional and regain his attention, Damsel pulled out a sheet of paper from her bag and handed it to him.

“Would you be interested in filling this out, Rainbow?” she asked. “Not right now, of course, just whenever you have the time. And when you’re done… Well, here.”

She wrote down her phone number on the survey sheet. Okay, that wasn’t professional. The professional investigator would’ve handed him a business card instead, which stated contact information. The professional would’ve also mentioned he could do this online or on the phone. But she couldn’t. Right now, with this retro man beside her oozing sex appeal, Damsel wasn’t a professional but an opportunist.

“This should be interesting.” Seth glanced over the questions with great amusement, tapping out the ashes from his cigarette. He chuckled at some of them.

Damsel nearly melted away from the sound he made. “And, um, feel free to call me. Whatever time of the day. I’m available, Rainbow.”

“Oh?” He looked up from the paper, noting her tone. “That’s nice.”

She felt naked.

“And… uh, are you available too?” Damsel quickly revised her question. “I mean… what time of the day are you available? That way, I remember to, uh, be available for your call.”

“But you’re available at any time of the day, right?”

“Oh, yes. Yes. Yes, of course. Available. All day.”

A dim image of a bus was spotted and judging by Seth’s half-smile, it was his bus. Damsel was anxious to get somewhere with this man. Her time was very limited now.

“So, I notice you have a guitar on you all the time. Where do you play?”

“Anywhere. I just got done with an act. My first since I came to town.”

“Really? How did it go?”

“Hmmm, rough crowd.” Before she could say anything, he checked back at the survey. “How soon do you need this, by the way?”

“Um, any time this week.”

“I’ll get it done as soon as I can then. I’m sorry I can’t do it now. My head’s a mess.”

“Something wrong?”

“Uh… not really. It’s something I’ll be able to sleep off by tomorrow.” He sighed and looked back at the street he studied earlier. Then grabbed his guitar as the bus got nearer.

His tone and the timid smile indicated to Damsel that he was still licking his wounds. Damsel told herself that the next time she saw Mr. Big Shot Player in the streets she was going to bust his balls. Sure, she didn’t stand a chance. Other women already tried and landed square on their faces. Nonetheless, she’d kick his family jewels for Rainbow. The world was better off without little versions of Dante running around anyway.

The bus was closer now. Damn. She still didn’t know which team he rooted for. And it wasn’t like she could ask him such a sensitive question within the span of ten seconds.

“Well, it was great knowing you, Rainbow,” Damsel replied in a tiny voice, exhaling slowly.

“How’s about we spend the night at my place?” he offered with a gentle smile. “I could use some company. I’ve been here for a month but I still don’t know my way around. And it gets lonely being the new kid in town.” Damsel’s face was frozen in place. Seth interpreted the expression another way and quickly reassured her with a, “Hey, don’t worry. I don’t bite. I’m pretty harmless.”

It took awhile for Damsel to digest what he just told her. By then, Seth stood up. His bus was a block away and he stubbed out his cigarette. It took a car honk from the pack of vehicles crossing the other street to wake her up. Immediately, she stomped on her stick and joined Seth just as the bus stopped in front of him. Her heart was jumping and she felt light headed enough to almost pass out.

Was she the rebound girl? Maybe. Would he sex her up like a frustrated man who really needed action would? She certainly hoped so. Rebound girls always got heavy action. Damsel could already imagine them underneath the bed sheets, making lots of naughty noises and gestures. Before getting ahead of herself, though, she did a quick mental check. Bikini wax? One week old but good to go. Legs shaved? Check. Menstruation? Negative, thank God. Toes clipped? Meh. Ears cleaned? Er… Breathe mint? Negative, but she had gum. Okay. Good. All systems were a go.

Damsel’s mind was racing with other little details that she failed to notice Seth standing still. He hadn’t boarded the bus either. Rather, he was silently observing the other street crossing theirs again, watching the stack of cars piling up. Some of them were honking and Damsel noticed their streetlight was green. She glanced back at Seth, only to find his face unreadable. He blinked slowly, though, sucking on his lower lip. Without a word, he finally stepped into the bus. Damsel followed and showed her bus pass, slightly confused. It was until she took the window seat and checked out her reflection, making sure her make-up was proper, that she saw what was holding up traffic on the other street.

Cars continued honking at a biker wearing red leather. His face hidden by a helmet with its visor down, he didn’t budge from his spot and stayed there until the bus drove passed him on a green light.
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