Here you go! The sequel!! Hope you enjoy it. This is from Dante's POV, of course. Pleae reveiw and tell me what you think!! On, and I have an idea about my next story. I think I might do a sequel to Nero Enchanted....sound like a good idea? Let me know!! Now, enjoy!!

I don't own DMC, it's characters, yadda, yadda. I just add my own twists!

WARNING: Language, twincest/yaoi. Don't like, don't read, Simple as that.

Rain.

Rain, Rain, Rain.

Is that all it ever did anymore? Seriously, It seemed like it had been raining for weeks straight. The sky had been grey for how long now? What's wrong with that? Oh, I'll tell ya what's wrong with that. No calls, no missions. It was like even those scumbag demons were afraid of getting wet.

Eh, I guess I had Jack and Jose to keep me company. Those guys can be my best friend during times like these. Wow…..I sound like an alcoholic. Anyway, it's not like I spend my all my time drunk. It's just that I've been thinking a lot lately.

And ya know, my thoughts kept retreating back to him.

I had managed to keep that fucker outta my head for the longest time and now, now of all times, there the fucker was, keeping me awake at night. It was weird. It was almost like the rain and my memories were working together against me. What's even more weird? I could feel him.

There was no way the ass was alive. I killed him myself.

I sighed, taking another swig of the sweet poison from the glass bottle. God I fucking missed him. Yeah, call me a sucker or pussy, but I missed him so much it hurt.

I remember that day. It's so crystal fucking clear. I was there, with nothing left to live for, and he just turned away….turned away and disappeared. And finding him on Mallet Island? Consorting with those stupid fucking demons? The same type of thing that killed our Mother? Yeah, it broke my heart. When I stabbed Alastor through that icy heart, I died inside a little. Up till then I had hoped, in the pit of my heart, that I'd find him again and turn him around from the complete loon he'd become after Eva and Father died. With the twist of my sword, I had kissed that silly hope goodbye.

It had happened so quickly, too. He'd went from my lover, dear lover, to lunatic in the time it took me to run to him when I couldn't get to Mother fast enough that night.. I guess I had been building up. I thought about that night till I almost drove myself crazy. He'd just turned, so quickly. It fucked with my head, too, when they died that night. Don't get me wrong, It was bizarre. Dad just killed over of, what was it, Heart attack I guess? Then Mom jumped off the fucking roof? Yeah, fucked with me a lot. But, him…he lost it. I remember his eyes that night. One pupil was really big, The other one a pinprick. God……

Still, it was odd he just crept right back into my thoughts like that and stayed. I swear I could smell him; that mix of sandalwood, jasmine, and embers that belonged solely to him. Shit, I would know that smell all too well. Hell, I would go so far as to say I could feel him touch me sometimes.

Oh, I longed for the touch again, No woman could ever please me the way he could. Never. And, sure as hell, no woman, no person ever, could love me that way he did. I don't exactly like having to admit that, but the truth can't be helped, right? That was what he'd always tried to teach me. I have dreams about him. I remember when he used to hold me and call me "love". I remember when we'd spend nights fucking each other senseless, then nights where'd we just stay cuddled together in warm embraces. We didn't care if people thought it was wrong, didn't care what anyone thought. To this day, I still, in the very deepest pit of my heart, wish I could have all of it back. I saw him at his best once. It was truly beautiful.

I shivered, turning the bottle up again. Damn it, I do sound like an alcoholic.

Then I felt it. I felt that sense again. So Strong. Overwhelming.

No. No, it was Jack doing this to me. Jack was making me feel it. Jack was making me smell him.

It thundered outside, lightning lighting up the big windows at the front of my shop. I looked over the tip of my boots, looking out to see a shadow pass by them.

Great. Could it be any more cliché?

It got stronger. That smell. His smell. It attacked my senses and sent my legs down from their perch on my desk. "No fucking way", I whispered to myself, "No Fucking way." That smell was too unique for it to be anything else.

And right as the words left my mouth, the sound of knocking rang in my ears. Oh yeah, creepy.

Ebony and Ivory were by my sides already. It just couldn't be who I thought it was outside that door. It wasn't possible, was it? He was dead. I killed him. I watched him die. It just wasn't possible.

"Who's out there?"

No answer.

I laughed out-loud. Fucking idiots in this city. But that smell…..it was there. And that presence…..it felt like him. Did I really want to open that door? Part of me did. Part of me didn't. Either way, I'd end up having to. So, with a gulp, hoping that I wasn't just dunk and hearing things, I pulled the giant handle.

And there he was. My senses hadn't lied. Jack wasn't making me feel it.

It was him.