Welcome to the Phantom Brotherhood~ (w/Nohrian){MxM}

The Italian male's face was twisted into one of focus. His cold eyes were narrowed as he held a gun in his hand, pointed at the target. Sure, knowing about the human body was helpful and all, but if one did not know how to aim, then how good could he really be? He took a deep breath and held it, pulling the trigger a few times. Each time the bullet it, it still was fairly far off from where he wanted it to be. He grit his teeth and frowned, letting out a strangled groan. He shot again, this time out of sheer anger. Though, he was pleasantly surprised to find he was closer that time. He let out a huff and set the gun down, leaning back a bit. He needed a break, but he knew that wasn't an option. He wanted to be part of one of the most notorious gangs around, and they didn't pick just anyone to walk alongside them. He knew that he would have to be really outstanding to catch their eye. Hand-to-hand combat was something he was better at, but he recognized that he would have to get good at shooting as well.

He was one of two new recruits and he knew that if he wanted in, he would have to show the other one up. He turned his head to the side, watching as the leader of the gang strode in. He looked to be in a bad mood, so Dante kept his distance. He clenched his fists slightly and picked up the gun once more. He couldn't screw around any longer. He took a deep breath in, held it, then released it again. He looked where he was aiming and shot a few times. He was glad to see that it wasn't as bad as before and he smirked to himself, feeling proud. He put down the gun once more and reached back, letting his medium length hair down for a moment. He retied it into a short ponytail and wiped some of the sweat off his forehead. The work and training was proving to be rather difficult, but Dante knew that it would be worth it in the end. He had never wanted something more. He knew he could be of use to the twins and he wanted that chance to prove himself and his skills. Now that he was being given that chance, he wasn't going to let anybody take that away from him, even if it meant he had to completely show off. He was prepared to do just about anything they asked of him at that time.

Dante wanted to say that he was too focused on what he was doing to notice the two twins walk over to him. That wasn’t true. He had watched them from the corner of his eye as they made their way over. Of course, they were powerful and intimidating, so it made him feel a bit better to know where they were. It also gave him the chance to attempt to show off. When they were at a close distance, he put the gun down and turned to face them, nodding in greeting. He knew he was in competition with the other recruit and he intended on showing him up. He just nodded when Zero offered to help them with their weak points. That was certainly a shock, but he didn’t want to show it on his face in fear of looking disrespectful. His eyes did widen however when he was told that he was in the lead. It was a pleasant surprise. He was sure that his poor gun work would put him at the bottom. His eyes glanced between the two of them. He didn’t know either of them extremely well yet, but he supposed that would come in time. At the moment, he figured that training with Zero would give him the biggest advantage in this particular area. If he got on the leader’s good side, it would be beneficial in the future. He nodded in his direction. “I’d love for you to teach me what you can,” he said to him. He didn’t know why he was starting to feel nervous. He didn’t want to risk messing up in front of him. He bit down on the inside of his cheek, grabbing the gun he set down. He knew that was his biggest weakness at the moment and he would most definitely need to work on it.

Dante felt a shiver pass through his body at the dark tone which his leader spoke in. He didn't show any indication that he was nervous though. He managed to keep a rather straight face. Though, at the words that Ace spoke, he smiled a bit and nodded. He didn't know if would come to that and he didn't want it to seem like he was running away. He knew Zero could be tough and somewhat cruel, but he was going to be his leader. He had to learn to trust him. He could tell that a competition was brewing and he smirked slightly. Now that gave him an incentive to really show the other recruit up. He watched Ace and the other leave before looking at Zero again. Upon his question, he held the gun in his hand again. He nodded a bit before looking at him. "Yes... I do believe it does..." he said, pointing it at the target but not shooting. It felt right in his hands as far as he knew. He just hoped that Zero would catch what exactly he was doing wrong and help him... though he wasn't quite sure how that would go. After all, he could feel a bead of sweat running down his forehead. The pressure was one. He thought to himself whether he made the right choice in asking Zero for help. He knew that it would be very difficult to impress him and if he failed to do so, there would be trouble. He swallowed some of the saliva that had started to pool in his mouth, hoping it wasn't too obvious how unnerved he was at that very moment.

He looked back to his leader, waiting on further instructions. He didn't want to jump ahead and do anything yet. He felt his hands get slightly sweaty and he wanted more than anything to wipe them on his jacket, but he knew that would make it rather obvious. He mentally slapped himself for getting so worked up over this and he once again bit his cheek hard enough to draw some blood. He took a short breath and refocused himself, not letting his nerves get the best of him. He wanted to be a gangster for God's sake. He couldn't be weak like this in battle. So, he wasn't going to be weak then and there. He pushed his fears aside and was ready to follow orders.