Disclaimer:I don't own Devil May Cry or every episodes and slightest part of it. If ever I did, Kyrie would be dead, Dante and Nero would end up together, Vergil wouldn't end up to be a bad guy, Mundus will have a son and it will be a crossdresser, and everything would turn up to be a messy shit.

It was the first time snow had come to the city of Fortuna and the sky is pretty dark. Nero walked his way back to his apartment. Everything went so fast for him. The so-called holy group or the Order was some corrupted shit. Kyrie had been a part for their plan (To which he risked his fucking life just to save her) to revive this thing that Hell-only-knows. He had to kill his brotherly-figure, Credo. And he met the most bastard guy in the whole world. Dante, the only living son of Sparda.

As he went home, he placed his Chinese takeout at the small table. He left Kyrie at her home, he left her alone. Nero couldn't believe that the only person he believes who would understand him is also a kind of bitch. Kyrie became so annoying and she starts believing the remaining member of Orders that he's the bad guy and Nero is the one who wants to kill Sanctus. Also, Kyrie starts nagging at him to the point he want to yell at the red head to smack some sense on her. After all, he had earned enough money to start living on his own anyway. Demons won't stop popping out and he's getting paid for killing them, enough for him to live for months and save a little.

Nero placed his Blue Rose and Red Queen at his closet and took a shower. Surprisingly, his demon side started talking to him.

Nice to know that you broke up with that bitchy Kyrie.

Nero groaned. Even though he hates Kyrie, he still cares for her somehow.

"Shut up."

Oh, so you're going to protect that damned woman? Look, she hates you, and I bet she's cheating on you when you're still in a relationship with her.

"Like hell you know her. I know she's not doing that."

Will you stop protecting that little fucker? She deserves to burn in hell.

"Just how many cursing nicknames do you have for her?"

A lot? I just hate her, okay. From the very start, you didn't even love her the way you thought you did.

That snapped something out of Nero. Now that his demon side had said it, it felt like he's gotten awake from a spell. Okay, maybe kissing Kyrie had helped him to be awake for a bit. But now his demon told him he didn't even loved the woman, Nero was left, frustrated. How come his demon knows his feelings more than he knows himself?

I'm a part of you, dumbass. If you can't sort your feelings out, at least I can.

Nero shook his head as he's finished taking a bath and left the bathroom. He wore a Navy blue tight shirt and a pair of brown loose pants and went downstairs. He took a clean plate from the kitchen rack and placed the dumplings there. He sat down and started eating. Nero was quite annoyed at how noisy his demon side is.

"Will you shut up?! I'm trying to concentrate here while eating!" He yelled.

Ex-fucking-cuse me, bitch?! Since when did eating need a total concentration?!

"Just shut up, you fucker!" Nero yelled. He was thankful that no one was in the apartment right now, even the owner. They would probably think he's losing his mind.

After he had finished his dinner, he washed the dishes and decided to watch something in his TV. Nero sat down at his sofa and started hopping through channels, his eyes widened and blushed a bit at a slight BL drama he passed by while changing channels. He immediately changed the channel.

Turn the channel back! His demon side told him excitedly. Nero's eyebrows were in raised in a surprised state.

"You like gay people or something?" He asked. He heard his demon growled.

Just turn the channel back! His demon side ordered. I'll get really annoying if you don't.

Nero groaned, feeling his demon left him with no choice. He changed the channel back to the drama. The grown-man kissed the younger one gently after the younger one confessed to the other one. Nero blushed. He remembered someone while watching.

Look at them, loving each other so much and hell with the others who thinks their love is wrong. His demon chirped. Nero blushed more. As the drama's finished, Nero went to his room and lied down on the bed, he's still thinking about the drama. Gays are seriously not allowed at Fortuna, how the hell did that drama got in the city?

Doesn't matter. It's a good drama anyway.

"How did you know?"

Dunno. As I saw the ending, I just know it is.

Nero shook his head and turned to the right side of the bed. His mind was suddenly plagued of Dante. Now that he thought of it, what was Dante doing right now?

We could always find him. His demon suggested with glee. We always want to run away from this place. I'm sure that man would let us stay in his place.

"Yeah, after I tried to kill him, he would still welcome us with open arms." Nero answered sarcastically.

He's the only one who accepted us and made us feel safe.

The statement struck something inside Nero. No matter how much he hated to admit it, his demon is right. Dante made him feel safe in any ways. Not even Kyrie could make him feel so safe, like nothing's going to happen as long as he's with him.

Nero smiled as he drifted to sleep.

"Damn it!" Dante growled. Winter sure is a pain in the ass. The 'Devil may cry' had receiving seldom calls for job and he's getting bored. Dante knows the demons are hiding somewhere to keep themselves warm. The last job he got is three weeks ago.

Dante sat down in his office chair and looked at Lucy. He got more irritated from looking at the boy. He was wearing a frilled, steampunk tube corset that matches its frilled short skirt with a steampunk half-cut long skirt (or whatever you call that side silk, Dante doesn't know). The kid is wearing a fucking high-heeled boots with the stocking that is probably connected to its panties. The long cut gloves were resting on Lucy's lap. Does the kid didn't get cold or something from the weather?

"Hey, goth chick." He called the boy's attention. Lucy's blind eyes glared at Dante. He knows how the kid loves cross-dressing though.

"If you don't have anything else to say, better shut your whore mouth, asshole." Lucy turned his eyes back to the television.

"Whatever, Lucy. Your name is still long and it's a pain in the ass, if you ask me." Dante grinned. Lucy frowned at him. As if he can talk when he's still a baby while his dad is naming him, that's what he want to tell Dante but he's too lazy to do it. Besides, 'Lucius Francesceine Klaine' seems to be cool name for him.

"At least my father knows how to choose a name. Unlike yours," Lucy mocked Dante on how he calls himself. "'Dante', sounds so old. It suits you anyway, you're old."

"Har-fucking-har-har. Bitch..." Dante sat beside the cross-dresser to watch TV. Now that he thought of it, it was the first time that the kid watched television.

"Hey, kid."

"Hmm?"

"This might sound offensive, kid. But, why are you watching TV even though you're blind?"
Lucy turned to him with the piercing red color of his eyes. The kid is using his demonic powers to see. Dante was sitting, frozen. His demon is definitely acknowledging the teen as Mundus' son.

"You were saying, Dante?"

Dante turned his eyes back to the television and told Lucy he's going to shut his mouth up.

Author's notes: Ciao ciao! If you're curious about how Lucy looks like, just wait. I'm going to post it in my Deviantart soon ^_^. Please, review!