Canis Canem Venture (venture brothers fanfic)
A/N : This is my first ever attempt at a Venture Brothers fic. Please be honest with your comments!
Judging by the title you can probably guess where I'm going with this story. Well that is if you know where I'm getting "Canis Canem" from. I like the brothers a lot but at times I feel they are the hardest to write for because none of the show's story really has anything to do with them. The creators themselves even admitted its hard to include them in their own show!
So This story takes place right after the Season 3 Finale. Like my own personal continuation of the story. But like a crossover of sorts. Link on Fanfiction.net
Canis Canem VentureThe day wore on. A heavy feeling of finality hung over the Venture compound with the cruelly iconic feeling of total normality speared right through the middle. A day in the life... A pungent stink of blood and burn flesh hung in the autumn air and it wouldn't be wrong to say that this particular day at the Venture Compound was a bad day for everyone. Being mere hours since the insane and unsightly massacre right in their front lawn, the going about of cleaning the battle field was a daunting process that Dr. Venture did not in any way look forward to. Not that he ever did. General Traster at least was generous enough to carry the O.S.I.'s dead off the property but the Monarch knew no such courtesy of war and crawled back to the cocoon before anyone had known he had gone.
“Well it looks like I'm heading out to the O.S.I. to see what I can do to better serve mankind.” Sargent Hatred slapped Dr. Venture heartily on the back, almost causing him to fall over a dead henchman.
“Thanks to this pinnacle moment I think I've seen the light, Dr. Venture. Hell maybe I can help find out what to do with maniacs like that crazy s.o.b Monarch who's always buggin you.” Sargent Hatred seemed in fine spirits after the whole ordeal, surviving what had to be one of the craziest and probably most uncalled for clashes of Guild and O.S.I. history, his spirits were high and his blood still boiled after the battle. “ This feels like a whole new chapter for me! Think about it.Ole Sargent Hatred! A good guy now?”
“Yes yes that's wonderful.” said Rusty in fake joy as he dragged the burnt decapitated corpse of a no name henchman to a pile of several dozen similar henches unlucky enough to meet their end early that morning. “Hey are you just going to parade around on my lawn like a stuffed peacock or are you going to help clean up this mess?” Dr. Venture made a sweeping gesture with his arm over the henchman's bodies still sprawled over the area.
“Uuuh yeah. I'll chip in. Guess I kinda owe ya one.” the Sargent grimaced.
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Dean was caught delightfully by surprise when he saw a taxi pull up to the compound's front drive way and see Triana step out the passenger side. She looked ravishing, decked out in a new flattering outfit bought during her vacation in France.
“Um, uh. Hi Triana! Nice to see you back!” Dean waved with enthusiasm.
“Hey Dean.” was all the teenager responded with as she walked up the steps. A short answer. But the smile accenting her face, aimed directly at him, made his heart flutter.
A few hours later Orpheus was in the kitchen with Dr. Venture discussing non important things. Or least as far as Thaddeus was concerned about Orpheus' vacation.
“-- I swear I had the most bizarre of dreams the night before. Visions of bodies falling to the ground washing it with blood!(he made sure to leave out his visions of naked boys just to be safe)and on this compounds very lawn! I say it felt almost real. That certainly wasn't a pleasant flight back. But I'm glad to see that everything is perfectly fine. My imagination can sometimes get the better of me." the Necromancer paused to sniff the air. " Besides this extremely rank smell that... Have you been burning something?”
Orpheus failed to catch Rusty's reaction to the awkward question when he saw Hank walking by the kitchen door. " Hello, Hank! I hope that you and your brother are doing well?” Hank looked up from the carpet to Orpheus, the pained look on his face deepened as he looked down again and kept walking, leaving Orpheus at a loss.“Did I say something wrong?”
Rusty groaned internally. “I'm surprised you haven't figured it out but it looks like I've got some explaining to do.”
“Helper have you seen Hank anywhere? I can't seem to find him.” H.E.L.P.e.R gave his usual string of robotic boops and beeps that were supposed to mean something but always sounded like nonsense to the untrained ear. Because it was. The robot pointed towards the boy's room. “He's in there? But I just checked the..ah never mind. Thanks Helper!” Dean opened the door and peaked inside to see Hank sitting on the table peering out their single window. He had been doing that consistently for the past two weeks...that day.
Dean knew what was troubling his brother but didn't want to try again at comforting him. His aggravated punches hurt! By this time he figured it useless. Hank was going to stay by that window like that poor dog in that one episode of Futurama that never stopped waiting for Fry.
But in the back of his mind Dean remembered that day, how the resolve was set in Brock's jaw to leave them for saner pastures. Dean realized he couldn't blame him but...poor Hank. Dean gathered some courage in a breath. “Hey Hank I think dinners ready. Pop said I should come up and-”
“I'm not eating anything tonight.” Hank's voice was flat and stubborn. Not much different from how he sounded when he was "The Bat" but it trembled at the end. Dean already knew he was in for a fight. “But pop said-”
“What about what he said? When has anything he said ever done me any good?” It sounded more like a statement than a question and it stung Dean deeper than Hank probably meant it to. Hopefully. “Come on, Hank. Why won't you come down?”
“Because I'm not HUNGRY,dofus, why else wouldn't I come down. Geeze! Could you just leave me alone.”
“Hank please.” Dean pleaded.
“I don't feel good.” Hank's already slumped posture against the window cill slumped even more. He looked uncomfortable there.
“Probably because you're turning into a hermit up here!”
Hank jumped from the window to face Dean full on who was still at the door. “Say one more thing and I'm kicking your ass! Now leave me alone!”
“Pop, Hanks not coming down for dinner. Says he's not feeling well.” Dean stated lamely as he sat down at the dinner table. It looked like another night of just him and his father and a pair of TV dinners. But this time Dr. Orpheus was sitting at the table too. Dean couldn't make up his mind if this was a good thing or not. Maybe if Triana showed up...
“Hello Dean. I hope you don't mind that I've been invited to dinner with you this evening. My pumpkin is still resting from the trip and I haven't had time to prepare my own meal.”
Or at least his banter would be a change. The dinner table was quiet since Brock left. Dean smiled politely. “It's fine, sir.” He sat down and looked at his pre made dinner...
Even quieter since his bother decided he'd hold himself up in the bed room to try and starve himself. As if that would make things go back to normal. Stupid Hank. Dean dug into his odd tasting mashed potatoes with no formalities.
Dr. Venture looked peeved over the absence and stood up from his place at the table, shouting at the ceiling above. "Hank I want you to come down here right now! I'm not having you skip out on another meal and I'm tired of you sneaking food in the middle of the night."
Hank's muted voice floated above their heads but it was clear enough. "Nnnoo! Leave me alone!I'm not hungry!"
"Boy do what your father tells you! Come down here and eat with your family!"
"What family? There isn't any family!" Hank's reply brought a barely audible gasp from Dr. Orpheus. "Hank!" Dean yelled up at the ceiling. Not believing what he just heard. His dad was enraged.
"Henry Allen Venture if you don't get down here. In the NEXT 10 seconds. I'm going to go up and-"
"A-a-a Dr. Venture! Dr. Venture, please!" Orpheus stood and held his hands up as if to hold the yelling man in place.
"Having lived here for quite some time now I don't think yelling is the right course of action to take when it comes to your son. I think maybe-"
"Think WHAT , dammit, Orpheus I don't need one of your convoluted philosophical parenthood lectures right now."
"I can bring Hank down here if that is what you wish. It will require no man handling on your part."
"Fine. fine. Honestly I don't get what it is with these kids today not listening to their parents." Dr. Venture loosely waved the go ahead and Orpheus pressed his slender fingers against his temples, closing his eyes in concentration.
Hank was getting up from the window cill to go the bathroom. At least he didn't have to go downstairs for that. But he'd have to wait till later tonight to sneak any food. Just as he was reaching for the bathroom's door knob he felt a vice clamp in the back of his mind. It didn't hurt but it still felt weird. His body froze, stiff as a board, and before he knew it his legs were moving without his permission! "Woah whats going on!" For a split second Hank thought he could wriggle himself out of the strange predicament, trying to move his legs on his own. It didn't work. Down in the kitchen Dean heard a 'thump' followed by a muted but very angry "godDAMMIT!"
"Ok I've got him now...hmmm he's not coming willingly. Being very difficult..." Dr. O mused to himself. But it wouldn't be difficult. Hank just did not posses the will power to resist his body control spell. He'd have the boy down in no time.
"Ack!" thud "goddammit!" thunk "Let me go!!" The cursing got louder as Hank, jousting for control of his limbs, was pulled down the stairs via Orpheus' mental chain. It was like trying to drag a pit-bull into the vet's office for its cut job. The most violent and desperate display Dean had ever seen Hank put on. Seriously it had never been this bad before! Prone to stubbornness yes but why was Hank acting out like this? He was eventually dragged into the kitchen on his butt, too tired to fight anymore by the end of it. Rusty glared daggers at him, hands on his hips in his usual show of total and absolute disapproval. Dean just felt embarrassed. He didn't like it when his family was...well...like this in front of Dr. Orpheus. What if he passed word to Triana?
Stay away from Dean, pumpkin. His brother is a bad influence. I shall not have him sway you towards his defiant ways! Dean shivered when that thought bubble popped.
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A/N: A short chapter to test the waters. Comments? Complaints? Anything is better than nothing but I don't think "Youtube" style comments help me much. You know. The really stupid, pointless, and nonsensical ones. But anyway, Feedback would be lovely.