A/N

a few notes before we start.

1: Yes, I'm putting my OC in this one as well. Don't like it, don't read it.

2: Some characters may be a bit OOC, mainly Kou and his background story. There wasn't really much info given on any of the characters in The Bouncer, so I'm playing with it.

My youngest nephew has Asperger's Syndrome, prompting much research on it and related disorders.. I just can't help but think of Kou as having similar issues.. It'll be explained in the story.

3: I have yet to finish Prototype.. I can't get past the psycho-bitch, but we're going to forgo the details and say it's a couple years after the end of the 1st game.. Completely disregard the 2nd

4: I placed this under Devil May Cry and Prototype because those are the main elements in the story. Other games, anime, fandoms will be mentioned and referenced (such as The Bouncer -I'm only using a character or two) and there will be some Assassin's Creed undertones.. may or may not give it a roll in the main plot-line.. We'll see.

5: I may or may not be completing or deleting my other DMC/Prototype/Avengers/Assassin's Creed story.. I was on bad meds when I wrote it and a couple others.. Long story-short: I don't like it.

6: Disregard DmC and this starts a few months after DMC4

7: I personally own a couple balls of yarn, crochet hooks and the Loki-plush I made and is sitting next to the computer, helping me write... The pattern was not mine.

That's all. Nothing else. I make no money from this (does anyone actually make money from fanfics?)

Also please excuse spelling and grammar issues, again, if you don't like it, don't read it.

CH 1

The boy let out a sigh as he waited for the ferry to dock, before picking up his bag and hopping on a buss.

The driver was hesitant to let him on with the large sword he carried across his back and the gun at his hip, but he took pity on the boy. He looked exhausted, as though he'd been traveling, buss to buss, for weeks.

It was an hour ride to the city and only a couple passengers on the buss, so he had the last few rows all to himself. His sword and bag rode in the seats in front of him while he stretched out across the back for, hopefully, a short nap... Not that he had any luck. His mind refused to shut up and stop reminding him of his reason for leaving the island he'd called home his whole life.

Another hour and a half of wandering about the city, in the rain, and he was about to give up and find a cheep motel when the neon sign finally came into view.. There was a car parked out front and a motorcycle, lovingly placed beneath the overhang of the roof to protect it from the rain. Hopefully that was a sign the old man was in. If not, he prayed for him to be stupid enough to have left the door unlocked.

Dante was just crawling in bed when he heard the front door open.

Damn!

Lady had been on his ass all day and he just really wanted the day to be over with, already.

At least it wasn't Lady again, she would have been yelling at him already.. Not Kou unless he was just dead-beat tired and got off early, the footsteps were too heavy for Trish. Kou's sister walked like a ghost..

The guessing game ended as soon as he rounded the corner to stand at the top of the stairs.

Damn, the kid looked like shit! Disregarding the fact he was sopping wet from the rain, he had dark circles under his eyes and held himself like he hadn't slept in a week..

or was depressed..

Teenager = possibility.

"Hey kid, what's up? You miss me already?"

"He received an exasperated look, "Got anywhere I can crash for the night?" He even sounded worn out.. Defeated, almost.

"Yea, I'm sure the kitten wouldn't mind giving up her room for you.. Hell, she'd insist on it, I'm sure." The elder hunter gave him a warm smile and waved him up, showing him straight to the last room. It was messy, but there was a clear path to the bed and enough of it cleared off to sleep on..

If he were half his size.

"Though Dante was quick to move everything for him.

"There ya go, kid. And bathroom is downstairs, in the back." He gave a friendly pat to the boys shoulder as he passed by to leave the room. "Just make yourself at home."

"Thanks." Not too sure if the old man heard him, but he was too tired to care. Nero didn't even have time to appreciate how comfortable the bed was before he was sound asleep.

-A/N-
Just noticed the formatting was off. All my breaks are gone and lines got jumbled together.. So they is being fixed.
Sorry for any confusion or anything.