First School Now This?! Chapter 6 (final chapter)
Chapter 7
The nap didn’t last long, as the familiar brunette headed woman walked in without so much as a knock on the door or the sway of her hips. She looked at the room, figuring such a mess probably made Dante feel right at home. Especially with the pizza box tucked underneath his feet.
She merely walked over to him, knocking the magazine on the man’s face to the floor in a loud clatter. He frowned, his left eye popping open.
“Where’s the kid?” she asked. “Please don’t tell me you killed him and dumped his body somewhere.”
Dante took a moment to answer, his head fuzzy with sleep. “Yeah, I’m sure Sparky is enjoying his tasty meal. What does it look like?”
A heavy, irritated sigh left her lips.
“Okay, cut the crap and spill it Dante.”
“I don’t know where he is. First he was in here, then he was gone.”
“I guess he didn’t leave without a fight from you, am I correct?”
The left eye that had closed, popped open with a roll. “You can say that.”
She examined him closely, eyeing the open zipper of Dante’s pants. Her stare was of disbelief, but looking a bit comical. “I’ve heard of sleep walking, but sleeping while jacking off is another story.”
“It got a little warm in so I just wanted to vent it out a bit.”
Lady shook her head, hands on hips. “You’re full of shit, you know that?”
Dante’s eyes were both open, observing the woman as she walked over to the nearest clean table. Her finger slid over the groves in the metal table, smearing the dust between forefinger and thumb. She looked down to the floor in disgust.
“My god man! I never figured you’d rape the poor kid and leave him to die!” Her gaze went to the wall where a large slit poured blood from it’s opening. The liquid had a long trail that leaded from it to the floor. Little dried track marks led from it to the table.
“I did no such thing,” he stated. “And besides, it wasn’t rape if I he begged me to go on after I stuck him. I just showed him a taste of how I roll.”
“Yeah. How many drinks did you have over a period of time before you actually got in his pants? I’m wagering more than a six pack.”
“Actually, I had none. Drank a soda and had this pizza.”
“That is actually amazing, but just a bit,” she said, showing him the ‘this is how much I care’ look. “And did making you suffer turn him on?”
“No, he actually could of gutted me had he not left his gun behind. The kid tucked tail then ran while I was sliced like a deer and left to dry.”
“Ah. You talk like you don’t care about him.”
He didn’t answer, remembering his words from a few hours earlier. A silence fell about, making him feel a teensy bit awkward.
“This place is boring,” he said in a huff. “Can I go now?”
“Fine. And here,” she said, throwing a large wad of bills at him. “That was from the last job here and that bet.”
He caught it and then unrolled the bills, counting them over. “You’re short a few Benjamins.”
“I know. I asked you to watch the kid, not fuck him and make him upset.”
“Hey, I’m not a babysitter. And the guy totally wanted it from me.”
The devil hunter was NOT about to tell her he did care for the kid, and did this/ that for the best.
“Well did you ever consider how HE felt before giving it to him. God learn some self control man, geez.”
Lady walked over to the door, opening it up then exiting with a second shake of her head. With that, the conversation left the red clad man questioning.
Of course he considered how he felt. Why else would he jump on Nero’s case like he did, literally? But a nagging feeling welled up in his chest, almost stabbing him like the scalpel did to his throat.
Had he actually thought his plan through well enough?
There was only one way to find out. And god damn him if he just screwed up his life.
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Sober and mind juggled, the red clad and blood soaked man made his way down the street in such a dark lit night. It reminded him of that same night he took the blow meant for Nero from that hellish creature that popped from nowhere.
Dante swore he still felt metal shavings flow in his veins, maybe a stray sliver of needle that somehow wandered through his body. But that wasn’t important when he thought about it.
He needed to talk to the kid, and explain himself. Maybe kiss up a little to the guy.
Yet everybody knew, he’d never do that.
Before questioning himself through thought process, he was a mere block from the kid’s small, no lot house. No lights were on, but he felt that vibe coming from between his shoulders.
Or was that something materialistic? A cock of a gun hammer made him smile and chuckle.
“Oh, you are a quick one. I give you that. The chasee finally caught the chaser.”
“Give me a reason not to make you swiss cheese and I’ll think about sparing your life,” came the familiar growl. It was all too well known. “You’ve got ten seconds to tell me exactly why you did that, and no cutting corners.”
“Why? It’s not like you’ve massacred my shirt enough already,” Dante said, whipping around while drawing Ivory out of her holster. Their guns clashed, simultaneously firing off as they clanged together. He stared dead at Nero, whose face was grimly contorted into a fully expressed rage. “And I think you’ve forgotten what happened last time when you pointed a gun at me.”
The younger man slid off the silver gun, only to once again get caught by it a second time. He tried again but the older man snuck his arm, elbow to elbow, then pulled a fast move that would of worked had the kid not bashed his skull into the elder’s. It made him stagger a bit, but then dodged a point blank stab to his stomach with the revolver. It went off again and they clashed gun to gun again, this time both arsenal’s were drawn from Dante’s holsters, avoiding the gun butt. Though Dante was open for an attack he quickly resolved that issue by shoving a foot at Nero’s chest and pushing him to the ground.
The lad went down hard, his back stinging as he hit the pavement. Dante pinned him down by shoving a gun in the kid’s mouth and at his gut.
“You try and you try,” the devil hunter said, as if mocking Nero like some little amateur child, “but I always gain the upper hand.”
Nero tasted the gun powder residue at his tongue as he said something incoherent. Dante brushed it aside as a small retort.
“Can’t you make it easier and for once allow me to at least talk to you without drawing a weapon?”
“No.” The word was clearly heard.
“Well too bad because you are gonna hear it anyway, otherwise I would hate to put a bullet through your skull.”
A very slight hint of fear showed in Nero’s eyes, and he could see why. It was soon exchanged by a glare as the fire restarted itself behind those blue eyes.
“Now now… no need to get pissy. It’s just a simple little talk. Won’t last me but a second or more. The longer you snarl at me, the more time you spend out here.”
It seemed Nero thought hard of his options as he stared at Dante, either wanting to bite the gun between his clenched teeth or settle down and act a tiny bit civilized. Though the guy was an adult, he made some pretty irrational choices. Just like a kid would when he didn’t get his way. There was a flicker of that flame, and it settled into a brewing storm.
He snorted, relaxing his tense muscles.
“Thatta boy,” he said as if with some reward ready.
The guns were put away, and he stood hunched over the laying figure. Arms on bent legs as if waiting for something to happen.
“So go ahead and say it,” Nero almost spat, his voiced still edging with annoyance and anger. “I haven’t got the time.”
“Oh but I do. Patience comes with rewards doesn’t it?”
“Is that what you thought at the time when you held me against the wall?”
“No,” he said, wanting to poke a little at the kid. “More like hot if you ask me. You weren’t as saucy as I thought you’d be.”
“Like I wanted to be that. I should of just blown your head off when I had the chance to, that way you couldn’t ruin my life. It’s like I’m fucking being STALKED by you. And here I thought it was just coincidence.”
“Nope. Karma just came and bit you on the ass.”
“Karma? You call that karma? I didn’t even do anything wrong to deserve you around me!” The words lined with hot anger. “In fact, why didn’t you LEAVE after that?”
“I stick around to enjoy the sights, that’s all; don’t get outside much.” Dante craned his neck to the side, popping it. “Gets old just sitting at a desk.”
Nero must of thought he wasn’t taking this seriously when he snarled, “You’re the only thing that’s getting old!”
“I’ve still got my good looks, am I right kid?”
“No you don’t. In fact, I’d rather you have a heart attack and go die in a gutter somewhere far, far, far away from me so I won’t have to see you again.”
Dante feigned a hurt look, “Me oh my, that stings me kid.”
“And you know what else? You’re a complete asshole. Fucking drown in depression for all I care.” Nero got to his elbows, beginning to get up. “Like you do anyway,” he muttered.
“Whoah, whoah. I may of said that, but I actually do mean it. Sure I rushed it, but that was for a good reason.”
Nero brushed himself off, then snapped with an, “Oh really! I’m not shocked.”
“At least I didn’t run out of there with a damn tail between my legs. I practically let you slice me like salami for what I did because I knew I deserved it.”
“And you think I did too?” Nero said pointedly, a forefinger jabbed at Dante’s shoulder.
The kid looked over behind Dante, noticing a group of adults heading their way. He went walking off, but not without dragging the elder by the back of his coat and into the small space between his door and the next house. Both were enshrouded by darkness as the group walked by, not even noticing them.
Dante looked at him, then them, then back. A finger wagged at Nero’s face, a grin placing itself on his lips. “You’re shy, aren’t you?”
“No I’m not,” he said with a dangerous tone, quieted to a dull volume. “I have my reason.”
Living proof was thrusted into his face as a right arm went between them, showing ripped and shredded cloth measly covering over the demonic appendage. He let it fall back to his side, now looking seriously into Dante’s own two hues.
“Got into a little trouble along the way?”
“Yeah, but you are my top priority.”
“Don’t I feel special?” the man said, folding his arms over his chest.
“Look here,” he said, shoving a finger in the man’s face, “I’m not one to complain much, but I’ve got things to do. Why don’t we wrap this up quick and sweet so I can get some rest?”
Dante replied, “That’s my line.” He saw Nero’s eyes roll and he stopped the youngster from hurrying inside. “Spare me a few more moments okay?”
Nero huffed, but didn’t let his guard down. As much as Dante saw, he hadn’t done so after getting up off the cement.
“The reason I did that is because I care a lot about you kid. I made the first move because you didn’t. Most of it was just natural instinct driving me for you. Being a half devil doesn’t make you immune to sinful temptation. And yeah, I realized maybe I did act like a total asshole, jumping the gun like that. If you wanna blame me for ruining your future love life then fine, go ahead. At least I deserve it, and just maybe, I deserve more hateful punishment for even involving myself in the job here. Had I known this would happen, my ass would of stayed home where you would never see me and we’d be strangers for eternity.”
Nero was next to fold his arms on his chest, giving a heavy sigh. The kid was silent for a few minutes, tapping his foot on the ground as he once again worked his mind. After the guy gazed around the dark walls, finally showing some sign of speech.
“You could of just said ‘I’m sorry’, just to get it over with. But I accept your apology anyway, just listening to that drabble. Admittedly,” he paused, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his hand underneath his nose in an attempt to escape the gaze. “I am shy. That’s why I didn’t say anything before.”
“Guess I’m just that honest,” he grinned.
“Yeah don’t push it,” Nero said, his face straight. Dante practically felt the heat of the blush from where he stood.
An awkward silence settled between them, and both men were either rubbing the back of their neck or clearing their throat while tilting their head this way and that. Dante was the first to be bold and say something.
“So…” he trailed. “Sex in your bed?” He said the words that twisted Nero’s face up and shout ‘pervert’ at him, shoving the elder away. He opened his door and shut it in the devil hunter’s face, who in turn opened up his arms and yelled, “Aw come on baby! You know you were thinking it too!”
The nap didn’t last long, as the familiar brunette headed woman walked in without so much as a knock on the door or the sway of her hips. She looked at the room, figuring such a mess probably made Dante feel right at home. Especially with the pizza box tucked underneath his feet.
She merely walked over to him, knocking the magazine on the man’s face to the floor in a loud clatter. He frowned, his left eye popping open.
“Where’s the kid?” she asked. “Please don’t tell me you killed him and dumped his body somewhere.”
Dante took a moment to answer, his head fuzzy with sleep. “Yeah, I’m sure Sparky is enjoying his tasty meal. What does it look like?”
A heavy, irritated sigh left her lips.
“Okay, cut the crap and spill it Dante.”
“I don’t know where he is. First he was in here, then he was gone.”
“I guess he didn’t leave without a fight from you, am I correct?”
The left eye that had closed, popped open with a roll. “You can say that.”
She examined him closely, eyeing the open zipper of Dante’s pants. Her stare was of disbelief, but looking a bit comical. “I’ve heard of sleep walking, but sleeping while jacking off is another story.”
“It got a little warm in so I just wanted to vent it out a bit.”
Lady shook her head, hands on hips. “You’re full of shit, you know that?”
Dante’s eyes were both open, observing the woman as she walked over to the nearest clean table. Her finger slid over the groves in the metal table, smearing the dust between forefinger and thumb. She looked down to the floor in disgust.
“My god man! I never figured you’d rape the poor kid and leave him to die!” Her gaze went to the wall where a large slit poured blood from it’s opening. The liquid had a long trail that leaded from it to the floor. Little dried track marks led from it to the table.
“I did no such thing,” he stated. “And besides, it wasn’t rape if I he begged me to go on after I stuck him. I just showed him a taste of how I roll.”
“Yeah. How many drinks did you have over a period of time before you actually got in his pants? I’m wagering more than a six pack.”
“Actually, I had none. Drank a soda and had this pizza.”
“That is actually amazing, but just a bit,” she said, showing him the ‘this is how much I care’ look. “And did making you suffer turn him on?”
“No, he actually could of gutted me had he not left his gun behind. The kid tucked tail then ran while I was sliced like a deer and left to dry.”
“Ah. You talk like you don’t care about him.”
He didn’t answer, remembering his words from a few hours earlier. A silence fell about, making him feel a teensy bit awkward.
“This place is boring,” he said in a huff. “Can I go now?”
“Fine. And here,” she said, throwing a large wad of bills at him. “That was from the last job here and that bet.”
He caught it and then unrolled the bills, counting them over. “You’re short a few Benjamins.”
“I know. I asked you to watch the kid, not fuck him and make him upset.”
“Hey, I’m not a babysitter. And the guy totally wanted it from me.”
The devil hunter was NOT about to tell her he did care for the kid, and did this/ that for the best.
“Well did you ever consider how HE felt before giving it to him. God learn some self control man, geez.”
Lady walked over to the door, opening it up then exiting with a second shake of her head. With that, the conversation left the red clad man questioning.
Of course he considered how he felt. Why else would he jump on Nero’s case like he did, literally? But a nagging feeling welled up in his chest, almost stabbing him like the scalpel did to his throat.
Had he actually thought his plan through well enough?
There was only one way to find out. And god damn him if he just screwed up his life.
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Sober and mind juggled, the red clad and blood soaked man made his way down the street in such a dark lit night. It reminded him of that same night he took the blow meant for Nero from that hellish creature that popped from nowhere.
Dante swore he still felt metal shavings flow in his veins, maybe a stray sliver of needle that somehow wandered through his body. But that wasn’t important when he thought about it.
He needed to talk to the kid, and explain himself. Maybe kiss up a little to the guy.
Yet everybody knew, he’d never do that.
Before questioning himself through thought process, he was a mere block from the kid’s small, no lot house. No lights were on, but he felt that vibe coming from between his shoulders.
Or was that something materialistic? A cock of a gun hammer made him smile and chuckle.
“Oh, you are a quick one. I give you that. The chasee finally caught the chaser.”
“Give me a reason not to make you swiss cheese and I’ll think about sparing your life,” came the familiar growl. It was all too well known. “You’ve got ten seconds to tell me exactly why you did that, and no cutting corners.”
“Why? It’s not like you’ve massacred my shirt enough already,” Dante said, whipping around while drawing Ivory out of her holster. Their guns clashed, simultaneously firing off as they clanged together. He stared dead at Nero, whose face was grimly contorted into a fully expressed rage. “And I think you’ve forgotten what happened last time when you pointed a gun at me.”
The younger man slid off the silver gun, only to once again get caught by it a second time. He tried again but the older man snuck his arm, elbow to elbow, then pulled a fast move that would of worked had the kid not bashed his skull into the elder’s. It made him stagger a bit, but then dodged a point blank stab to his stomach with the revolver. It went off again and they clashed gun to gun again, this time both arsenal’s were drawn from Dante’s holsters, avoiding the gun butt. Though Dante was open for an attack he quickly resolved that issue by shoving a foot at Nero’s chest and pushing him to the ground.
The lad went down hard, his back stinging as he hit the pavement. Dante pinned him down by shoving a gun in the kid’s mouth and at his gut.
“You try and you try,” the devil hunter said, as if mocking Nero like some little amateur child, “but I always gain the upper hand.”
Nero tasted the gun powder residue at his tongue as he said something incoherent. Dante brushed it aside as a small retort.
“Can’t you make it easier and for once allow me to at least talk to you without drawing a weapon?”
“No.” The word was clearly heard.
“Well too bad because you are gonna hear it anyway, otherwise I would hate to put a bullet through your skull.”
A very slight hint of fear showed in Nero’s eyes, and he could see why. It was soon exchanged by a glare as the fire restarted itself behind those blue eyes.
“Now now… no need to get pissy. It’s just a simple little talk. Won’t last me but a second or more. The longer you snarl at me, the more time you spend out here.”
It seemed Nero thought hard of his options as he stared at Dante, either wanting to bite the gun between his clenched teeth or settle down and act a tiny bit civilized. Though the guy was an adult, he made some pretty irrational choices. Just like a kid would when he didn’t get his way. There was a flicker of that flame, and it settled into a brewing storm.
He snorted, relaxing his tense muscles.
“Thatta boy,” he said as if with some reward ready.
The guns were put away, and he stood hunched over the laying figure. Arms on bent legs as if waiting for something to happen.
“So go ahead and say it,” Nero almost spat, his voiced still edging with annoyance and anger. “I haven’t got the time.”
“Oh but I do. Patience comes with rewards doesn’t it?”
“Is that what you thought at the time when you held me against the wall?”
“No,” he said, wanting to poke a little at the kid. “More like hot if you ask me. You weren’t as saucy as I thought you’d be.”
“Like I wanted to be that. I should of just blown your head off when I had the chance to, that way you couldn’t ruin my life. It’s like I’m fucking being STALKED by you. And here I thought it was just coincidence.”
“Nope. Karma just came and bit you on the ass.”
“Karma? You call that karma? I didn’t even do anything wrong to deserve you around me!” The words lined with hot anger. “In fact, why didn’t you LEAVE after that?”
“I stick around to enjoy the sights, that’s all; don’t get outside much.” Dante craned his neck to the side, popping it. “Gets old just sitting at a desk.”
Nero must of thought he wasn’t taking this seriously when he snarled, “You’re the only thing that’s getting old!”
“I’ve still got my good looks, am I right kid?”
“No you don’t. In fact, I’d rather you have a heart attack and go die in a gutter somewhere far, far, far away from me so I won’t have to see you again.”
Dante feigned a hurt look, “Me oh my, that stings me kid.”
“And you know what else? You’re a complete asshole. Fucking drown in depression for all I care.” Nero got to his elbows, beginning to get up. “Like you do anyway,” he muttered.
“Whoah, whoah. I may of said that, but I actually do mean it. Sure I rushed it, but that was for a good reason.”
Nero brushed himself off, then snapped with an, “Oh really! I’m not shocked.”
“At least I didn’t run out of there with a damn tail between my legs. I practically let you slice me like salami for what I did because I knew I deserved it.”
“And you think I did too?” Nero said pointedly, a forefinger jabbed at Dante’s shoulder.
The kid looked over behind Dante, noticing a group of adults heading their way. He went walking off, but not without dragging the elder by the back of his coat and into the small space between his door and the next house. Both were enshrouded by darkness as the group walked by, not even noticing them.
Dante looked at him, then them, then back. A finger wagged at Nero’s face, a grin placing itself on his lips. “You’re shy, aren’t you?”
“No I’m not,” he said with a dangerous tone, quieted to a dull volume. “I have my reason.”
Living proof was thrusted into his face as a right arm went between them, showing ripped and shredded cloth measly covering over the demonic appendage. He let it fall back to his side, now looking seriously into Dante’s own two hues.
“Got into a little trouble along the way?”
“Yeah, but you are my top priority.”
“Don’t I feel special?” the man said, folding his arms over his chest.
“Look here,” he said, shoving a finger in the man’s face, “I’m not one to complain much, but I’ve got things to do. Why don’t we wrap this up quick and sweet so I can get some rest?”
Dante replied, “That’s my line.” He saw Nero’s eyes roll and he stopped the youngster from hurrying inside. “Spare me a few more moments okay?”
Nero huffed, but didn’t let his guard down. As much as Dante saw, he hadn’t done so after getting up off the cement.
“The reason I did that is because I care a lot about you kid. I made the first move because you didn’t. Most of it was just natural instinct driving me for you. Being a half devil doesn’t make you immune to sinful temptation. And yeah, I realized maybe I did act like a total asshole, jumping the gun like that. If you wanna blame me for ruining your future love life then fine, go ahead. At least I deserve it, and just maybe, I deserve more hateful punishment for even involving myself in the job here. Had I known this would happen, my ass would of stayed home where you would never see me and we’d be strangers for eternity.”
Nero was next to fold his arms on his chest, giving a heavy sigh. The kid was silent for a few minutes, tapping his foot on the ground as he once again worked his mind. After the guy gazed around the dark walls, finally showing some sign of speech.
“You could of just said ‘I’m sorry’, just to get it over with. But I accept your apology anyway, just listening to that drabble. Admittedly,” he paused, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his hand underneath his nose in an attempt to escape the gaze. “I am shy. That’s why I didn’t say anything before.”
“Guess I’m just that honest,” he grinned.
“Yeah don’t push it,” Nero said, his face straight. Dante practically felt the heat of the blush from where he stood.
An awkward silence settled between them, and both men were either rubbing the back of their neck or clearing their throat while tilting their head this way and that. Dante was the first to be bold and say something.
“So…” he trailed. “Sex in your bed?” He said the words that twisted Nero’s face up and shout ‘pervert’ at him, shoving the elder away. He opened his door and shut it in the devil hunter’s face, who in turn opened up his arms and yelled, “Aw come on baby! You know you were thinking it too!”