A/N: Holy shit that ended up way shorter than I thought...but that's not the point. The point is I'm uploading something to give me a boost so I can get the last bit of inspiration necessary to finish up the chapters I've been sitting on for months upon months. This small whatever actually came from a writing challenge I did a while ago, so I thought I'd share it here and see if you guys really missed me or not, HA!

Also! Please, if you can, take a few moments to go to my profile page. Most of what I've been doing lately is right there at the top of the page. And now I have to run to work. Hopefully something longer and more satisfying is in the near future. So check out my profile and leave a review if you like!

Disclaimer: Devil May Cry and its characters belong to Capcom

Warnings: None really. Maybe a little OoC.

Dedicated to: Everyone I've missed here. I hope you missed me too. Please excuse any spelling errors, pfff.


It was a dreary morning, rain falling in a thick curtain of icy droplets. Chilly fog rose up from the wet ground, lying heavily in the streets like a cloak. It was the kind of morning that made a person prefer to bundle up in bed and hide beneath the warmth of the covers.

Nero grimaced as he came awake shivering. Why was it so damn cold in the room? He felt around for the blanket to pull it up higher but his hand met nothing but his own bare skin. The young hunter huffed out a breath and curled up tighter; wanting to stay asleep but at this point it was impossible. With a grunt he finally sat up, rubbing at his chilled arms and glaring tiredly around the messy room. It wasn't too early in the morning to be awake, but the sky outside the window was dark and gray, rain pouring in heavy droves.

Though it would make him as lazy as Dante, Nero was choosing to stay in bed based on the weather alone. He lay back down and reached for the covers…which he belatedly realized Dante was hogging. He glared at the sleeping man's back and tugged to get his share. When Dante only rolled up tighter in the blankets, Nero growled and sat up on his knees, getting a good grip on the edge of the blanket and giving it a harsh yank.

He was gratified with both the blanket, and getting to watch Dante flop onto the floor.

Smiling in victory, Nero took the blanket and laid back down, pulling the warm covers up to his chin; more than happy to ignore the half-awake curses grumbling from the other side of the bed.

He was just about asleep once more when he suddenly found the covers gone as he flew off the bed, hitting the cold floor with a shout.

"Never steal a man's blanket, kid. Especially when it's cold." Dante said as he rolled back onto the bed with the trophy blanket, purposefully spreading out to take up as much of the mattress as he could.

Nero sat on the floor in just his boxers, arms crossed over his chest as he glared at the lump now hogging the covers AND the bed.