Author's Note: Well Hello, readers! The name is Rainy, and I'll be your server tonight! Anyway, I bring to you this story here. It is very AU (alternate universe), and probably a bit OOC. However, I wanted to write this, So I did! For a quick explanation, the characters are all in high school, and all are eighteen. Of course, so characters are older than others, such as Dante being older than Nero, but they are all seniors in high school. A few fan characters are mentioned, but they are pretty much filler (EX: the student Butch) except for two: Alicia and Justin. You'll learn about them more when you read this chapter. Oh! And if anyone could tell me who made the photo i'm using as a cover, i will give credit! If the original artist sees this, please, tell me if you would like it changed! Anyway, without further interruption, i bring to you, Chapter one!

Disclaimer: oh yeah, i totally own Devil May Cry. That's why Nero and Dante aren't together, Nero is in love with freakin Kyrie, and clothes don't tear when you get hit. Yeeup. and it's also why i'm sitting here writting fanfiction of these two instead of making them their own game together. Seriously though, i in no way own DMC, and am making no profit because of this story.

~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter one: The stereotypical new guy~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hey Nero. How're you today-" Credo stopped. Something was different about the demon hybrid. Said silverette glanced at him, slipping a bookmark into his novel, Fight Club, and placing the book at the corner of his desk. Nero then looked up at Credo from where he was leaning in his chair with his boot covered feet up on the desk.

"You have a new piercing." Credo sighed in an exasperated way. Nero's gaze drifted away from him.

"So? It's better then...whatever other unsavory 'activities' I could be doing." He said, voice uncaring as he emphasised activities. His glassy blue eyes showed that he did, indeed, care, but he refused to let that be known. Credit decided to count the piercings Nero had. Three, hoop-style twelve gauges in the cartilage of each ear, with each lobe holding a six gauge stud. His newest addition were snakebites on his bottom lip. He faintly wondered if every piercing that Nero had was visible, but decided against asking in fear of giving the moody silverette ideas.

"So, How're things at home?" Credo asked carefully. Nero cringed. He was adopted, due to the death of his parents when he was three. He spent three years in the orphanage before he was adopted by Alicia and Justin.

In those three years, he had met, and became like family, to Credo and his sister, Kyrie. Alicia and Justin had been a young, lively couple. Alicia was a beautiful brunette woman in her early twenties, while Justin was a black haired man in his mid twenties. Justin had been rendered mute years before they ever got Nero, due to an accident that damaged his vocal cords.

He learned sign language, as did Alicia, who then taught it to a six year old Nero. He never called the two mom or dad. He never considered them parents, more like caretakers. So he just called them by their first name. While it annoyed Alicia, Justin was okay with it. Though, they both called him son.

Nero, due to having depression issues as a child, was on anti-depressant medication. Due to being a demon hybrid, when he got depressed, instead of getting moopy, he got fucking mad. Defensive, irritable, and sometimes, downright violent. Getting miserable was the level of depression where he got moopy or secretive. He recently started weaning off of the drugs, usually only using one or two every once in awhile to help him sleep.

Nero also used to have issues with bullies. This was due to his devil bringer, his demonic right arm. Therefore, he also used to have a severe cutting problem. He had left those days far behind him, but he still had the scars on his left arm. All the way up to his shoulder, small scars were in straight, perfect rows. Due to his demonic blood healing up and concealing any thin cuts, Nero had to cut down to the bone for even the smallest scar to remain.

"Um...well...we're having financial issues. But It isn't anything to worry about." Nero replied. They were indeed having money problems, and Alicia and Justin had been rather quick to anger lately. Alicia usually just ask that he stay in his room, and told him that everything was gonna be alright. He couldn't really argue. Nero was about to speak again, when Ms. Trish entered the room, sauntering over to her desk.

"Alright Class, Settle down. Nero, take your feet off your desk. And Butch, stop staring at me. It's easy to tell where you're looking, and you'd never have a chance. Anyway, class, today I am introducing a new student to all of you. Mister Dante, please come introduce yourself." She said, beckoning to someone beyond the doorway. Everyone stared attentively; was he human? Was he a hybrid like Nero? Was he cute? While everyone mused over the possibilities, the new student entered, and everyone shat bricks.

A taller, silver haired male with blue eyes. He had a bit of stubble on his face, but it appeared well maintained while still giving him a rough and tough appearance. He wore a long, red coat, with a black hoodie underneath it, along with black jeans and dark brown boots. His eyes scanned the room, landing for a few seconds on Nero. Nero looked back, and felt an inner force compelling him towards the other. And Nero knew why.

Nero, being a demon hybrid, had demon urges. Due to being younger and immature, he felt attraction towards older, matured demons. Dante was one of these. Now, real, pure demons were pretty much extinct. But, the reason young demons were compelled to submit and be protected by much stronger demons was because, in the demon world, an unprotected, immature demon was perfect prey, both sexually and for actual food. Wilder demons sought out and picked off young demons. So these younglings needed to find a mature demon that would protect them.

While the level headed and restrained human side of Nero did not approve of these urges, being a hybrid had advantages. He could smell the emotions of those he was near, no matter their blood. Some examples of these smells were that anger smelled spicy and burning, sadness was sour, confusion was bitter, and Pride was like a strong musk. This was the scent Nero picked up from Dante as the silverette walked into the crowd of desks. He was picking a seat. And, Lucky Nero! The seat happened to be right next to him. Fucking great.

The larger silverette stretched a bit, settling his arms behind his head. Dante glanced at Nero, a smirk creeping up on his face.

"So, kid, what's your name?" He asked quietly, as to not alert the teacher. Nero refused to look at him, staring out the window as he answered.

"Nero." He replied, just as quiet. Dante nodded.

"Well, Nero, why don't ya make me feel welcomed? How about I have lunch with you and your buddies." He said, pretty much inviting himself to sit with Nero. Nero could tell from the heavy musk of pride coming from Dante that the older would not take no for an answer. Nero sighed.

"Alright. Fine. You can eat with us." He replied. Dante gave a smirk of victory.

~~~~~~~~~End of Chapter One~~~~~~~~~

That's it this for this time, folks! I'll be uploading at least one chapter each week, or more, depending on my own life problems and your thoughts! Just to tempt those of you hungry for more, I am letting you know that i have already written the next few chapters! Problems have come and gone, tragedies have been resolves, and relationships have formed! If you want to read some of that action, why not write me a little review? Until next time, this has been Rainy. - RainyDayLove808