Author's Note:
Okay so this is going to be my first attempt at a multi-chapter story as well as my first attempt at writing a lemon (that will come in later chapters). I have to give props and credit to the author 'bitbyboth' for giving me the idea for this. They are awesome and you really should check out their stories! This story will be DantexNero so if don't like then as always don't read okay. Thank you and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry, its characters, or Capcom (though I wish I did).
~*This story is dedicated to "Winged Element" and "bitbyboth" two of the greatest authors I know. Thank you for your stories and for continuing to be an inspiration for me to continue to improve my writing and to continue to write. Thank you both!*~
~*I Cry Wolf: Chapter 1*~
Nero sighed for what felt like the umpteenth time as yet another 80's power ballad came blaring over the speakers of Dante's red convertible. It was bad enough that this mission required them to go on an eighteen hour road trip so why did Dante insist on making the trip even more unbearable by blaring the billboard top 100 of the 80's, or in Nero's opinion 'That shit old people insisted on calling rock and roll sang by guys who's hair would make most women sick with jealousy.' Nero was seriously considering putting a couple of bullets through the radio when Dante just had to make matters worse by opening his mouth.
"What's wrong kid, why the glare?" he asked not taking his eyes from the road.
"Stop calling me that, and do you really have to play this horrible shit all the way there?" Nero replied turning his death glare upon the white hair devil slayer next to him.
"See that's the problem with you kids these days…you wouldn't know real talent if it jumped up and bit you in the ass," Dante stated with an over exaggerated sigh.
"You call this talent!? Any transsexual can grow their hair out, get a perm, and jump around on stage in spandex screaming like they've had their nuts removed and most of them probably have!" Nero was starting to lose his temper.
In his opinion it was Dante that had no idea what real music was, let alone good music. Just then a song by a band Dante had once called Aerosmith began to blast over the speakers and Nero had simply had enough. He threw himself forward and his fingers had just reached the knob on the radio when he heard the very distinct sound of a gun safety being clicked. Glancing to his left Nero found himself staring straight down Ivory's barrel.
"Do not touch my radio," Dante stated his voice holding a dark edge.
"Are you fucking serious!?" Nero could not believe this was happening.
"As a heart attack, now sit the fuck back and enjoy the ride for once." The elder stated calmly but his voice still held that edge.
Not feeling like pushing his luck right now, Nero gave the elder hunter a death glare that promised severe payback, before slowly removing his hand leaning back in his seat. Turning his gaze out the window, Nero heard Dante return Ivory to her holster without another word. Nero's frown deepened as he brooded, something was up with the elder hunter.
Dante had been more moody than a pms-ing woman lately, and when Nero had jabbed at it Dante's response had been to grab a bottle of Jack from the bar and disappear upstairs with a slam of his bedroom door. Nero didn't see him for the rest of the day or night. So naturally Nero had gone to Lady next, and in typical Lady fashion she had politely told him to mind his own fucking business and that Dante's mood swings where not her concern as long on the elder was going on missions and paying her back she could care less. Nero knew it was more than that…especially when Lady had paused by the door and glanced up the stairs before sighing and taking her leave.
Well whatever. If Dante didn't want to tell him his fucking disfunctionality then that was fine with him. He wasn't going to beg like some over emotional woman. Leaning his head back Nero closed his eyes and while trying to drown out the horrible music he closed his eyes hoping a nap would make the time pass faster. The sooner they got to the middle of fuck-a-duck nowhere the better. With that last thought Nero felt sleep claim him not noticing a pair of ice blue eyes staring at him almost desperately with unclear emotions swimming in their depths. Whatever…
~*Eighteen Hours Later*~
Nero jerked awake as he felt the car come to a stop. Shaking off the remnants of sleep he began to take in his surroundings. All he could see was trees…lots, and lots of trees. They were in a forest and a pretty dense one at that.
"What kind demon are we going to find here?" Nero questioned finally turning his gaze to the elder who appeared to be swapping out the clips in Ebony and Ivory for some odd shaped bullets.
"We're not here to hunt demons this time kid," Dante stated as he finished up and handed Nero two clips of the odd bullets for his own firearm. Nero took them carefully began to examine them before taking out Blue Rose and repeated the elders actions.
"Then what are we here to hunt?" Nero questioned beginning to get a very uneasy feeling in his gut. He watched as the elder paused for a minute before quietly answering.
"Werewolves," he stated with a touch of sadness in his eyes before he cocked Ebony and Ivory and it was gone.
Nero felt his mouth go dry and his stomach drop into the lowest parts of his body. Werewolves were humans that had been cursed to roam the earth as mindless murdering monsters for all eternity never knowing what they were doing or remembering their past lives. Nero knew there was no cure for the curse, but that didn't make it any easier for him to swallow the fact that he was about to be killing beings that were once human.
"So the bullets are…" Nero questioned pocketing the other clip making sure it was within easy reach.
"Hollow point silver rounds filled with liquid silver mixed with holy water that has been blessed by the Pope himself. So in other words they aren't cheap, so make every shot count kid," Dante stated as he exited the car.
Cheap, in Dante speak that meant they were rare…so rare that their client must be paying a shit ton to get rid of his 'problem'. Snapping Blue Roses barrel into place, Nero opened the door and exited the car as well. Turning he reached into the backseat to grab Red Queen only for Dante to stop him.
"You won't need that, the weight will only slow you down and trust me that is something you cannot afford." Dante stated with a deadly seriousness that was so unlike the elder that it put Nero on a deadly edge.
"Why not…I mean I know werewolves can only be killed with silver bullets, but a sword will come in handy to push them back if I have too," Nero argued but Dante just shook his head.
"You don't know much about werewolves do you Nero?" at the sound of his name Nero turned his full and utter attention onto the elder the sick feeling in his gut getting even stronger making him feel like he was about to lose his lunch. Slowly he shook his head no, not trusting his voice.
"Most werewolves transfer their curse through a bite, but even a mere scratch will do the trick. What most people don't know though is that it's not just their teeth or claws that carry the curse, it's also their blood and their saliva. A single drop of blood touching your bare skin can be enough to transfer the cure into you," Dante stated looking straight into Nero's eyes, hoping Nero understood how dangerous this was going to be.
In truth Dante wished he could have brought anyone with him other than Nero, but there was no way Lady, being a human and all, would have the stamina or speed to keep up, and Trish was in Romania and Dante hadn't been able to get a hold of her, and there was no way Dante could take on a whole pack of werewolves by himself…so that had left only one other option. Nero. Dante had agonized over it since he had gotten the call almost two weeks ago. He had even put it off, stalling, in the slim chance that Trish would come back early or he would be able to get a hold of her. However the client had continued to call, and after informing Dante that the werewolves were staring to branch out and were being spotted outside local villages he knew he couldn't put it off any longer. That day he had spent the day and night in his room with a bottle of Jack his mind running through every horrible outcome until he had finally passed out.
Standing there staring at the punk ass cocky little bitch kid that meant more to him than he even cared to admit to himself…Dante realized with a sinking feeling that Nero was in no way ready for this. Sure the kid was good, and if this was a typical demon hunt then he would have no worries. However Dante knew better than anyone that when it was humans, even if they were no longer, that you were hunting…hesitation was much more likely and in this case deadly. Nero already looked like he was ready to puke his guts up and his face was a sick shade of pale. This was not good, while Dante had hoped against God and even the Devil himself that the kid would never have to be put in this situation it was not to be. This was it, it was here and now, no more time for hoping and senseless praying. Forcing himself to steel his will Dante felt that steel enter his eyes and he gripped Nero's shoulders hard.
"Look Nero, get your shit together. I need you on this, and if I have to babysit your ass then we are both going to end up dead, or worse. So fucking man up and grow up, because if you get bit or if I think there's even a chance that you've been cursed I will put a bullet in your heart faster than you can blink. Do you fucking understand me." Dante watched with satisfaction as Nero took a deep breath and meeting his eyes with his own deep blue orbs he watched as matching steel entered them as well.
"Yeah I got it." Nero answered standing up straight out of Dante's hands and turning to face the forest before them. Nero knew the elder slayer was right. This was not the time for him to lose his shit, and he also didn't for a second doubt last part the elder had said. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Dante wouldn't hesitate to kill him if he was cursed, and a part of him was very thankful for that. He would rather be dead than to live his life as a mindless beast murdering innocent people for sick kicks. Nero straightened up and let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding as he felt Dante come to stand next to him, both of them now facing the forest as if it was the very gate to Hell itself.
"You ready?" The elder asked pulling his twin pistols from the holsters.
"Yeah…let's do this." Nero answered back pulling his own gun.
Shoulder to shoulder the hunters walked into the dense trees, neither one looking back.
~*To Be Continued*~
Author's Note:
Well there it is the first chapter in my first multi-chapter story. I hope you all liked it and I will try to get the next one up by Sunday. Don't worry the DantexNero part will be coming up pretty soon as well. Till next time!