Okay so...I'm posting this yet again for anyone who cares. As you can see this is the AUTHORESS notes so therefore I am not making any comments within the actual story itself...whatever MST is. Anyway, this is where HiTH is going to be posted. Please review.

Chaos and Doom and Strawberry milk

Dante was sitting in his comfy leather chair with his feet propped up on his desk, a cool smirk on his face. "I love my leather chair. It's so comfortable and warm and…" He suddenly fell over as Arson crawled about on the floor and knocked his chair over.

Arson scurried around in a panic, searching the room desperately. "I'VE LOST IT! I'VE LOST MY CHAO!"

"Your what?"

"My chao!"

Dante quirked an eyebrow at him, having no idea what he was going on about.

Arson tried to explain in his panic fit. "It's cute and blue and it makes funny sounds!"

Dante's eyebrow raised further up at this. "Funny sounds?"

Arson nodded. "Like this! Puuuuuuu? Mmmmm puuuuuu?"

Dante shook his head and sighed, looking toward Trish. "What the hell have you given him, Trish?"

Trish looked to him innocently. "I just gave him some strawberry milk!"

Dante slapped his forehead and groaned at her.

"He told me he wanted some!"

"It makes him go hyper!"

". . . ."

"It makes him hallucinate!"

". . . . ."

"And even worse, it makes him pull cute faces!"

Both Dante and Trish looked over at Arson at this point to see him pull a cute, adorable, chibified face.

Dante pointed toward him angrily. "LIKE THAT!"

Trish gave Dante a withered frown. "You just hate me don't you?"

". . . .What?" Dante blinked.

Suddenly, Arson gasped, causing both hunters to snap their vision over to him. "There he is! MY CHAO! FIDDLESTICKS!" the boy started patting at the ground happily. "HERE BOY!" There was a complete and utter silence, indicating that nothing was there.

Dante shook his head lightly, throwing a cuddly Sonic plushy at him to try and keep him occupied.

Arson grabbed the toy quickly, smiling wide. "YAY!" He yelped, giggling happily and rolling around on the ground as he hugged the toy tightly.

Dante couldn't help but sigh, shaking his head at the giddy looking young man. "I worry about you sometimes."

Trish stared at him with a smile. "Awwwwwww!"

"What?" Dante blinked, looking over to her.

"You admitted that you worry for him!"


"Just a few seconds ago."

Arson looked up at Dante, making a cute face as he smiled. "Gran'pa? You're the best!"

Dante rolled his eyes and gave him a quick kick, causing Arson to stare up at him with huge, puppy eyes. "ARGH! STOPPIT! He gave him another kick, earning himself another stare, this time bigger and welled up with tears.

In annoyance, Dante pulled out his shotgun, taking aim and shooting the cuddly stuffed animal.

"NOOOOOOO! FIDDLESTICKS!" Arson gasped, staring down in horror at the now mauled toy.

Dante pointed toward the stairs, an agitated look on his face. "GO TO YOUR ROOM YOU'RE GROUNDED!"

Numerous sniffles and sobs came from the boy as he jumped up and ran, straight into a door.

"Ow…." Trish groaned, wincing slightly. Arson himself had a concussion now, and Dante only grinned smugly.

Arson suddenly jumped up, picking up a twig and began twirling it. "I am the daughter of the High Summoner Braska." He then proceeded to dance and twirl, mimicking the Farplane sendoff.

"Jeez…" Dante sighed, rolling his eyes once more.

"I warned you about buying him a PS2. He's so impressionable." Trish sighed, shaking her head.

"He's 17!" Dante snapped.

Arson stopped dancing and blinked up at Gran'p. . .Dante and cocked his head to the side. "What's sex?" He asked innocently. Both Dante and Trish stared at him for some time, not knowing what to tell him. "Well?"

"I think it's past your bedtime!" Trish said quickly, desperate to change the subject.

"Can I have a bedtime story?" Arson asked, completely forgetting about the sex subject for now.

"Oh very well."

"YAY!" Arson yelled excitedly, pulling another cutesy face. Trish grabbed him by the hair, dragging him upstairs to his room.

Dante shook his head lightly, sighing as they left. "She never did know how to be gentle…"

"STORYSTORYSTORY!" Arson demanded happily as he bounced into bed in a pair of Power Ranger pyjamas.

"Fine…" Trish took a deep breath before beginning. "onceuponatimenotlongagotherewasayoungGbythenameofShynePo"

Arson blinked up at her. "That's a rap song, Trishie."

"What? How do you know? And how the hell did you even understand what I said?"

"His name is Shyne and it's song number 2 on his album."

"You've been listening to rap?"


"At your age?"


Trish sighed and smacked her forehead, but then looked at Arson as he yelled. "OW!"

Trish stared at him for a moment. "I didn't even hit you though!"

"I'm an angel. I feel the pain of everyone." Arson explained with a sober look on his face. Trish scoffed at this.


"Okay you got me." Arson shrugged. "Now tell me a story!" A strange and funny look came across his eyes and he grinned as Trish slapped him. She frowned at his face, until he suddenly jumped from the bed.

"Guess who's back? Back again? Arson's back! Tell a friend!" He started singing like an idiot. "Guess who's back! Who's on crack? I'm on crack? Niah Niah Niah! Duh da duh da duh da duh da duh da duh da duh NIAH NIAH NIAH!"

Trish narrowed her eyes at him. "You don't know any of the words do you?"

"The tea's gone cold I'm wonderin' whyyyyyy!" He just continued, at least until Trish slapped him again. Then, all hell broke loose.

"Moooooooooooooo!" He yelled as he turned devil and began to fly around, acting like a goatling. "Mooooooooo! Moooooooooooooo!"

"ARGH! I…HATE…GOATLINGS!" Dante roared from downstairs. Trish gave Arson a mean look, putting her hands to her hips.


Arson blinked down at her. "Why?"


Arson turned angel and struck a pose before quickly sliding back into bed. "You strike a hard bargain."

Trish stormed out of the room, growling and fuming to herself as she walked up to Dante, who looked up at her with a grin.

"Did you tell him a nice story?"

Trish trudged into the kitchen swiftly, getting the strawberry milk from the fridge and throwing it out the kitchen window. Both Trish and Dante smiled to each other before Dante laughed.

"That's my Grandson!"

Only Dante would be proud of having a Grandson who's as annoying as him! Trish thought as she shook her head in misery.