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Hayate Ishikawa (splitimpulse) wrote in nosuchplace,
@ 2009-09-17 13:03:00

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danté donovan, events: mystery plot 1, hayate ishikawa

Sunday: February 10, 2008
Who: Hayate and Dante
When: Late Evening
Where: The dungeons in Town Hall.
What: One devil to another, and chaos is released.

Hayate ran his fingers against the bars as he passed them, humming a tune in the back of his throat. The guards were all away from the dungeon on a break. It wasn’t as if they had to watch the place for every hour of the day. Any prisoner within would be locked up tight away from the public, only open to visitors who chose to come by voluntarily, and would have very little chance to escape. Hayate escaped, of course, but he had also severely wounded himself in the process and endangered his life. Without proper medical care or blood to sustain him, he could have died.

Dante, on the other hand, was locked behind silver bars that even the strongest of werewolves couldn’t break past. Silver was deadly to werewolves. They had taken extra special precautions with their new prisoner. It was almost a shame they hadn’t thought to do the same with Hayate. Complaints were the last thing on Hayate’s mind, though. He had more pressing matters at hand.

Pausing in front of Dante’s cell, Hayate looked past the bars to the man inside them. Eventually, he leaned against the opposite wall and slouched with his hands in his pockets. “Hello,” Hayate said casually, as if he was greeting an old friend. They had never been friends, but they had always understood each other. Perhaps it came with the territory. “It looks like you’re the bad guy of the moment now.” Hayate brought one of his hands to his mouth, sitting three fingers atop his lips as his thumb rested against his chin. “And I seem to be the new good guy . . . ”

A scowl crossed over the vampire’s face, and he shook his head. “People are so fickle.”

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darkdevotion
2009-09-18 01:29 am UTC (link)

Dante looked up from the chair he was seated in. His hands were clasped in front of him; his elbows rested on his knees. He was glancing forward with intensity, but he was staring at nothing in particular. His day had been quiet, and he no longer drew amusement from the rats that occasionally scurried into his cell. When he first arrived the rats would be in and out of his cell constantly, but now it was if they learned to stay away from the creature that tore their bodies limb from limb.

Having visitors was always the highlight of Dante's day, and today it was extraordinarily quiet. Perhaps people had grown uninterested in seeing a sociopathic werewolf? Whatever the reason it had messed with his mind, and he reverted into a more quiet shell of himself. The guards could not evoke a response out of him, and he hadn't even touched the food they had slipped through the slot. He seemed catatonic though he was anything but.

Dante heard Hayate's approach. He smelled him, and while he didn't smile when the vampire finally came into view there was a light in his eyes that showed recognition, and almost camaraderie. He didn't move to stand though; he didn't feel like it at the moment. "People are fickle," he said finally. "That's why they're so much fun to kill."

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splitimpulse
2009-09-18 10:20 pm UTC (link)

Hayate grinned in a friendly manner at Dante’s remark. “I agree,” he replied, an answer so casual that if anyone but Dante had been listening they would have had to do a double-take in his direction. It was not everyday someone admitted to something like that in such a serious voice—and to a known killer, no doubt. Hayate had to wonder if Dante would ever make it out of his cell alive with the way the whole haven was looking at him. Things did not look so good for the wolf behind silver bars, but Hayate was not being sympathetic. Merely, he was curious. Curiosity brought him here to the dungeons again, a place where not too long ago he had been a prisoner, too.

“But the boy,” Hayate said suddenly, following the same train of thought. “You should have left him alone. You see, he’s sort of like family, and well . . . I don’t like it when big bad wolves try to hunt them down.” Coming from anyone else, it would have sounded like a funny thing to say. Hayate delivered the line with perfect tone, though, and his seriousness was crystal clear. Dante had barked up the wrong tree twice in row now, and Hayate did not like having another predator moving onto his territory. First, the wolf went after Chris and kidnapped her. Now, he tried to kill one of the last remaining relatives of Hayate’s family tree. The vampire had murdered people over less.

“Now, what I can’t figure out,” Hayate continued, a thoughtful look crossing his features, “is why you go after the boy when your real target of interest is the girl.” Hayate cocked his head to the side like an animal watching another animal, wondering what to make of it. “It seems . . . overly complicated, if you ask me.”

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darkdevotion
2009-09-19 01:24 am UTC (link)

It was an odd thing to agree on - the killing of humans - but the two men found it was their common ground. Their sociopathic natures allowed them to understand one another in a way that no one else could, and it forged an unlikely - and unstable - alliance.

Dante didn't think that Hayate's visit was a friendly one, though in truth most of his visitors weren't. They all had a bone to pick with him, and they all chose to do it when he was confined, and unable to snap their necks. They might have thought they were brave to face him, but they weren't because they would have never even approached him out in the open.

So this time it was about the boy again, that damn alchemist Zach Kitano. Dante hated him with a passion, and he wished he had killed him when he had the chance. Looking back he couldn't remember why he hadn't just killed him from the moment he grabbed him. It would have saved him a lot of trouble, and Adrienne would have been his by now without the boy around to cloud her mind. Now it seemed she was farther away from him than ever before.

What the vampire didn't understand was the way Dante's mind worked when it came to hunting his prey. It was easy enough to go after them, catch them, and force them to do things. It was even easy for him to lure them into a false sense of security, and make them think they were in love with him. But what was hard, and what he had tried to accomplish with Adrienne, was to break her spirit, and to make her surrender to his will. It was what he wanted most - complete domination over someone who had opposed him for so so long. It would have made the victory that much sweeter had he had the chance to continue with his quest.

Regardless, the vampire's words did catch his attention, and at his current junction in the road he had to admit that it did sound appealing. He could have gone after Adrienne from the beginning, but if he had he wouldn't have had as much fun with all of the other people he managed to stalk, kill, and torture. Dante shrugged in response. "It was complicated, wasn't it? Maybe next time I'll do it the easy way," he said. He was confident that he would get out of there one way or another he just didn't know when.

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splitimpulse
2009-09-19 01:52 am UTC (link)

Dante might have thought Hayate was here to do the same thing everyone else had done, but Hayate had different things in mind. In fact, the simple reply from Dante cancelled out most of Hayate’s current dislike of the man. “Refreshing,” Hayate responded, and his voice had taken a more serious tone as if he wanted to talk to Dante, perhaps propose an idea to him? The gears turned within the vampire’s mind, and he leaned forward as he gazed at the wolf on the other side of its cage.

“Say, were you to out again this very night,” he began, “would you go after your real prey, or dilly-dally around with that boy who really has nothing to do with anything in your plans?” Hayate was protective of Zach for reasons not even he knew, but Zach’s girlfriend—the other werewolf—Hayate could care less about her. She was not important, and the vampire was open to conciliatory means of ending this problem in a way the government could not hope to accomplish. The idea of sacrificing her for Zach’s protection was fresh in Hayate’s mind. Besides, what would they do with a beast locked up in the dungeon forever until he died? They would not be able to keep him under chains for a century or more.

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darkdevotion
2009-09-19 02:08 am UTC (link)

Dante mimicked Hayate's action, and leaned forward toward the bars to listen to the vampire speak. It wasn't to hear better since his lycanthropy granted him better hearing. It was a conspiratorial motion. The kind of movement you did when you had to speak of secret things.

The words were simple, but Dante knew the meaning behind them. Hayate didn't need to speak his thoughts out loud for the werewolf to know what plans were brewing in his mind. They were the same plans Dante had been contemplating since his capture.

"This very night?" His hand reached up to scratch his chin in a thoughtful manner. He didn't have to think very hard, but he did it for show. "I'd make sure to get what I wanted, that's for sure. The boy is of no consequence, and as a favor to a 'friend' I'd never go near him again."

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splitimpulse
2009-09-19 02:41 am UTC (link)

Hayate tilted his head to the side, the corner of his lips turning upward in more of a smirk than a smile. “I like the way you think,” Hayate said, and he leaned back against the wall once more. They had a quiet understanding of each other despite their occasional feuds, but they were both natural born killers and games were a part of their lifestyle. Unlike real people, they could come to an agreement even after things like kidnapping, framing for murder, or nearly killing each other on mere principle alone.

They were predators in a land of sheep, and it was a shame there was not more of their type to go around.

“Adrienne is your real goal,” Hayate declared firmly, looking the other man in the eyes. There was no question in the remark, nothing to be disputed. They both knew what the wolf inside the man had been after all along. “Then . . . go after her.” It was not a demand, though it was close to being one. “And we can put this all behind us, like a bad dream after a hard night’s sleep.”

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darkdevotion
2009-09-25 01:00 am UTC (link)

Dante happened to like the way he thought himself, and Hayate's compliment brought a satisfied grin to his face. It took a killer to understand a killer, and though society liked to think such people were complicated they really weren't. They had simple wants, and needs, and they each realized that about the other. It was nice having a "comrade" even if there was no real friendship involved at all.

"I could do that," Dante said. He had his own way of playing games, and executing plans, and while going after Adrienne directly was not part of them he was willing to deviate - just a little - in order to accomplish his goal. She was all he really wanted anyway, and the games were just filler for everything in between. It was all too obvious now that he had to cut a few corners to achieve his plan, and with Hayate's help he knew he would be able to.

"Your 'family' won't ever have to worry about me or the girl ever again. I'm sure he'll be happier without her anyway. It's obvious she's just too much trouble for him," he said finally. Dante liked to believe that he was the only one who could handle a girl like Adrienne. She belonged to him, after all, and Zach was not a part of the equation. Everything became so much simpler, and the lycanthrope wondered why he hadn't thought of it before.

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splitimpulse
2009-09-26 01:31 am UTC (link)

“He doesn’t need the girl,” Hayate said, dismissing her as easily as one would dismiss a fly on the wall. Hayate never grew close to her, nor appreciated her all that much. He was far from being close to most people, but Hayate chose some over others and Zach was one of those people. “In time, she’ll learn what she needs and what she doesn’t.” Hayate thought he was doing Zach a favor through his bargain with Dante, not once considering the depth of the relationship between Zach and Adrienne. The vampire never needed anyone, and it was hard for him to imagine that was something Zach needed in his life.

They had come to a deal. Hayate’s eyes were smiling, even if his lips were straight and unfaltering. The key he had swiped from one of the guards dangled in his pocket, and Hayate reached down into his pocket to take it between his fingers. He removed it from its hiding place and grabbed a shorn piece of cloth from another pocket, wrapping it around the item.

“Be careful with this,” Hayate idly warned the werewolf, his eyes rising from the item to lock with Dante’s gaze. “It’s made of silver.” His hand extended to the bars, holding out the safely wrapped key for the other man. It was a pact Hayate expected Dante to keep, or Hayate would kill the wolf himself. “Use it later when I’m gone. Maybe tomorrow, even. I’m sure you can wait one more day.”

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darkdevotion
2009-09-29 03:18 am UTC (link)

The deal that had been made was more of a favor to Dante than Zach, but Hayate was not aware of it. The vampire didn't know of the bond between the two young lovers, and at that moment Dante could tell he didn't care. That worked toward Dante's advantage, and he wasn't going to argue with someone who was willing to help him.

Hayate wasn't smiling outwardly, but Dante was. There was a big, toothy grin spread across his face, and he was already planning the details of his departure from the dungeons. Dante didn't really think of it as an escape as much as his time of release.

Dante took the wrapped key from the vampire, and slipped it into his pocket. Silver was never a problem if he didn't hold onto it for very long, but he appreciated the warning nonetheless. "I could wait another week," he said with a grin. "But I won't." He chuckled lowly, and then gazed Hayate straight in the eye. "Until tomorrow then."

It was the only thing he said before he returned to his dingy bed. He only needed to wait another 24 hours before he took what he coveted most, and then he would disappear from the haven forever.

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Fin.

splitimpulse
2009-09-30 08:01 pm UTC (link)

Hayate had no need of saying anything else, for the words exchanged already were enough to get each of their points across to one another. They saw eye to eye on this matter, though Hayate failed to take the full spectrum of repercussions into account. He did not realize the suffering he was about to inflict upon his great-nephew, but it had been too long since Hayate understood a feeling like love. He saw the relationship between Zach and Adrienne as a simple teenage flight of fancy, so Zach would get over her and find someone new. Zach did not need Adrienne.

He smiled towards the end at Dante and bowed his head with the smallest of motions to indicate his farewell. If Dante was smart, he would take his prize and flee this haven, for staying would surely mean the end of his life. With those thoughts in mind, Hayate removed himself from the dungeon and made his way back onto the first floor of Town Hall. His shoes rang out on the wooden floor with each step his took, a finely tuned echo to match the sinister smile on his face.

The plan was set in motion, and tomorrow it would be complete.

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