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For these 2 brief minutes Dante was gay. It all started when Trish thought that the son of Sparda and the punk ass kid needed a break from hunting. Mating season was over; thank the lucky stars. Call after call it was just nest after next and when either of the male hunters came home all they could do was sleep. A trip down to England sounded nice to the male hunters. Trish had assured them that the shop; as well as the business, would be taken care of in there absents.
Dante had let Nero buy the plane tickets. Dante didn’t mess with computers; he was barely able to use his IPhone as it is. The man was clearly not tech savvy like the rest of his group of friends. He normally resulted to belligerence to solve mostly all his problems.
Nero gave one last push to his bag that held Blue Rose along with Ebony and Ivory. The shelfs on top really don’t hold much; on top of the fact Dante brought his luggage that held all his clothes with him on the plane because he refused to pay an extra 40$ for the bag. To make matters worse it was 9 a.m. Dante was never up before the hour of 12 so the fact that the man was still awake astonished the teen. Nero noted Dante was one helluva grouch.
Dante really refused to move. Nero was nervous about sitting in an aiel seat. Devil bringer was up in the sling, but still he felt self-conscious about it. Eventually the elder caved and willingly gave up his seat letting Nero take the window seat. This helped avoid any future conflict between Nero and the rest of the passengers.
As people passed by the pair they all gave them funny looks. There is nothing wrong with two white haired men sitting next to each other on a plane with the painful fact that their knees where practically to their chest.
Dante hated that the space between he and the seat in front touched. Really planes only favor people that are underneath the height of 6 ft.; which really sucked for he and Nero. Nero was exactly 6ft and Dante was 6ft 2in.
“Hell Kid, next time get first class tickets.” Dante complained which was new.
“Sorry old man this was the best I could find and first class was actually full,” Nero said back to the elder scooting closer to the window to give Dante more room.
“Fuckin’ rich people.” Dante muttered but clearly one of the other passengers hear him.
It just so happened to be one of those creepy over protective mother type people. The woman had short brown hair with small gold ball earrings and wore workout clothes. Dante wanted to shove the woman into a wall. She complained that Dante was a hazard to her and her son’s health, demanding that he be moved somewhere else. Obviously Dante was a pro at telling people off, a special trait he passed down to the punk ass kid next to him.
“If you’re going to sit an bitch about me why don’t you move? My nephew just had surgery on his shoulder and can’t really be moving so much. Would you be really that much of a cold hearted fuck of a woman to force a young teen to be in more pain and possibly put him at risk for making his shoulder worst? No ? Didn’t think so. Now shut your fuckin trap.” Dante had hissed at her.
The plane pushed off into the air and instantly the elder was out cold. The plane felt a bit like a smooth drive really.
About an hour into the flight, lightning struck the plane making the older hunter jump awake. The plane fell about 200 feet, making everyone screams including the white haired hunters. The two men hugged each other as if their lives depended on it. When the plane regained stability the two men let go of each other and pretended nothing happened. The woman from earlier started to complain again. Something about the two being gay blah blah blah. This time Nero snapped at her.
“Seriously if you don’t shut you’re annoying ass up I will do it for you and you're sure as hell don't want me to. Like the geezer said earlier. I’m his nephew!” Nero half yelled.
When the plane landed, Dante and Nero where the first two off the plane. With bags in had they quickly made it through the check into the bagging area. The thick British accent was everywhere and suddenly Dante felt like most uncultured little shit in the universe.
“So what now old man?” Nero asked.
“I think I got a cousin that lives out here. I’m sure she won’t mind us crashing at her place.” Dante said in a confident tone.
“I thought your dad didn’t have siblings.” Nero said sounding more of a question.
“Well my dad not but my mom on the other hand. She’s half British. C’mon kid let’s catch a cab to my cousins place.”Dante said walking over to the main exit with his bag and the guitar case that held Rebellion.
Nero dragged along the big case made for Red Queen. His luggage bag was the elders free hand. The sling prevented him from carring anything else. Which sucked.
The elder hunter managed to grab them a cab. Placing the bags in the trunk was like playing Tetris. The two luggage bags were placed flat on there backs, ontop was Red Queen then Rebellion on top.
"Where to sir's?" asked the driver.
"To Hellsing manor," Dante said to the driver.
"That'll be quite the drive. Got the money to pay?"
Dante flashed him a stack of cash.