Flames A Secret Warriors Fanfiction

To Home

The next morning was even worse, Dante didn't even come out of his room when Rayshaun and Daisy came back and gave them the debrief of their mission.

America noticed this, "Chicas."

"Yeah?" Gwen asked.

"Where's the fire prince?" she said, "He's never missing."

"You mean Dante?" Kamala asked, that's when she realized Dante wasn't in the room, "Didn't he come out this morning?"

"Once." Gwen said, "Only for a nut bar, then he went back into his room and hasn't come out since."

"Is he okay?" Kamala asked, worried for him.

"Looked a bit pale, but it wasn't really my place to question." Gwen shrugged, though she was a bit worried to, she and Dante bonded by playing the drums as loud as they could whenever the training room was available.

"And you didn't tell us until we finished debrief?" Rayshaun asked, clearly annoyed.

"I didn't want to spoil your fun." She teased.

"Do you even care about debrief?" he countered, his need for professionalism his first priority as always.

"Yes, I just have a different way of showing it." Gwen said, in her usual laid-back tone.

"Doreen and I will fill him in." Kamala said, standing to leave.

"Fine." Rayshaun said, "But make sure he's here next time. I'll get him a copy of the recording, so he knows how our mission went in case you two forget anything."

"You record our debriefs?"

"What self-respecting hero wouldn't?" he countered easily, before realizing none of them would record like he does with a small sigh, "It's a force of habit."

"Got it!" Doreen said as she and Kamala went down the hallway, Kamala being half dragged by her friend.

Kamala knocked on Dante's door when she was nearly thrown into it, "Dante?"

A weak groan came from behind the door in response.

Kamala carefully opened the door, "Are you ok in here?"

"Oh my gosh." Doreen gasped, seeing inside easier than Kamala, whose eyes had to adjust to the dark while both girls were backlit, the light flooding into the room.

The room in question was a mess, half-burned tissues littered the floor. Dante usually kept his room clean, that was the first sign, but what really made the two concerned was the fact that when they saw him, he looked worse than the day before. He was now very pale and half-awake as he gazed blearily at the two girls in his doorway.

He tried a greeting, but ended up going for the trash can, if only to dry heave before gasping for air. Kamala rushed to his side and Doreen went to tell Rayshaun about Dante's condition. Sometimes the girls just knew what to do.

"You're ok Dante, just breathe, you're going to be just fine." She softly reassured him.

"K-Ka" he tried to say, but his voice was beyond destroyed.

"You don't need to talk." She assured him, gently rubbing his arm comfortingly, "Just gesture, we're here to help."

He carefully lifted his head to give her a soft, grateful look before dropping it, too tired to keep it up.

Kamala noticed this and carefully guided his head into a more comfortable position on the pillow. She couldn't help but think she should help clean his room while he couldn't. As she picked up the tissues, she thought it was odd that they were half burned, but figured she shouldn't be too surprised, Dante's powers involved fire after all. That's when Rayshaun came in with Doreen.