Two newly orphaned demon kids where picked up at the side of the road and grew up to be demon hunters. What followed was.... well I guess you'll have to read to find out.
I woke up to talking upstairs from my bedroom. I guess that trickster finally decided to show up again. I have no idea what Dave sees in that guy. He's... Dangerous. But I let him stay. If my brother wanted to make nice with a demon then I wasn't going to stop him. I just wanted him to be happy.
I thought back to when he was still little. We where so close back then. I remember when he was just a little baby, and I used to put him on top of cal so he could sleep. It was the last thing dad left us when he... I always got the feeling that Dave didn't like being a hunter, I wouldn't blame him after what happened. Sometimes I still wondered if I made the right choice by taking that job. But I guess it's too late to Change that....
Dirk: "what do you mean you're going to take him away!? You can't do that!?" ❓: "he's a demon, a danger to society. I'm sorry mr. Strider, it's just the way it has to be." Dirk: "there has to be something I could do to change your mind!" ❓: "I know you've become close to the monster, but believe me when I say that they are incapable of such emotions. He's only using you to protect himself. Your quality of life will increase substantially once he is gone, believe me." Dirk: "HE'S MY BROTHER! YOU WILL NOT TAKE HIM FROM ME!" FatMan: "now mr. Strider, there's no need to yell. I'm sure we could find other ways to make ourselves more comfortable with him living alongside humanity." Dirk: "... what do you mean?"
I should have just left right then and there. But I was so afraid for Dave that I took the job anyways, despite my feelings on the subject. Ever since then, we've drifted apart. I wonder if I really did change that much since I first became a hunter. Even more so after I finally introduced him to my boss. I still remember the sickening feeling I got when they put that blasted collar on him. It's just a tracking collar, they said. But I saw the discomfort in his face. I knew that thing was hurting him, and yet, I didn't do anything to stop it. Or help him. I was so scared that they would take him away from me that I put my own needs in front of his own. I was a total asshole. Is it too late to say I was sorry? To... take it back?"
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I puffed out another smoke. Watching as it disappeared into the air. I was so distracted by my thoughts that I didn't notice the demon sneaking quietly beside me. Leaning against the wall and settling himself in before speaking up. Jake: "well old chap, I didn't quite take you for the smoking type I must admit." Dirk: "what do you want English?" He looked me over, noting that I didn't have my katana with me before continuing. Jake: "oh I just came to have a little chat about your little brother... David was it?"
Jake's POV: He didn't change his expression, but I could feel his heart instinctively drop. So he did care for his brother after all. Jake: "don't worry, I'm not planning on hurting him. I can assure you as much." Dirk: "..." Jake: "are you aware your brother came home yesterday covered in cuts and bruises?" Dirk: "what!" So, I got his attention. Jake: "you're very much aware that I AM soon to be king of the tricksters. And as such, I make sure that there is nothing that happens with my own subjects that I don't know about." Dirk: "hm. John?" Jake: "correct." Dirk took another puff of his cigarette as he seemingly reflected on something. Almost seeming upset at the news even while not changing his expression. Dirk: "why are you telling me this?" Jake: "because he's too afraid of you to tell you himself. I may be a trickster but that doesn't mean I'm evil you know. Besides, as I said before... I look after ALL my subjects." Dirk: "... don't hurt him." Jake: "I won't." I gave him a short smile before turning to leave. Accomplishing what I came here to do, whilst also getting the satisfaction of gaining a reaction from my little... friend. Jake: "goodbye mr. Strider. I look forward to meeting here again." Dirk: "its Dirk." Jake: "Jake."
Dirks POV: He disappeared. I supposed back to that airship of his. We've continued fighting during the time Dave was at CAMP. (god I hate saying that.) but the more we fought, the more we seemed to share witty banter with each other. The more I held back punches, and HE seemed to shoot less to kill. I started to wonder if this is also how it started for Dave. Being a natural born pacifist at heart, it was probably easier for him to... sigh. Heh. I should probably get home now. Besides, it's best not to leave those kids TOO alone together. Although that made me wonder... Was he... Really afraid of me...? Considering he hung out with demons on a regular basis now a days, that hurt me.
