Hey, my name is bitbyboth, I've been off the fanfiction scene for awhile but thanks to one of my friends I've been itching to write a DMC story. I've only played the very beginning of DMC3 and seen parts of DMC4 but I've tried hard to learn everything I can about Dante and Nero so that I could write about them, and I think I'm finally ready.

This won't be a full story in and of itself but a series of one-shots that I want to use to experiment with the characters so any information you want to give me about being OOC or anything of the sort is greatly appreciated by me.

Also this will eventually be DANTEXNERO so if you don't like YAOI you should really turn back now.

I do not own Devil May Cry and I do not turn any kind of profit from writing this story other than my own amusement.

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Nero heaved a sigh, staring at the flickering neon sign seeming to be sighing itself as it flashed the words Devil May Cry. What had brought the young devil slayer to this place? The silver-haired man curled the glowing blue fingers of his right hand. That of course was reason one, the only reason that mattered. He was a freak. He and Kyrie had discovered that the love they shared wasn't one of passion but more like siblings. He didn't hold it against her, but he'd finally gotten tired of the sideways looks from the townspeople. Kyrie had gotten herself a new boyfriend that didn't like him and Nero decided it was time to go. He was young he could find work.

And thus he was off on his own trying to find a place to go. The only person who came to mind was the crazy man in red, Dante and the woman he'd once known as Gloria who he'd soon discovered was named Trish. Dante treated him like a kid, but at least he didn't treat him like a freak.

So why did he feel so hesitant now that he'd worked so hard to track this man down? He shuffled his feet and let out another sigh. This was stupid, it was a business wasn't it? He should be able to walk right in.

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Dante stood by the window of his shop watching the kid standing and fidgeting outside his door. What was the kid doing here? He hadn't seen the kid since almost a year ago in Fortuna.

He cracked a smirk remembering their encounters. The boy was a literal fire cracker full of spirit and bravado that could probably rival his own. He wondered what would become of the kid once there were no more demons to fight in Fortuna. Once his job defending the townspeople wore off they'd go back to staring at his arm wondering if he would attack them next even after saving their asses.

Dante shook his head, that was probably what the kid was doing here. He probably had no place else to go…but it would still be pretty funny to watch the kid try to cover it up.

His smirk widened as he saw a look of resolve form on the kid's face as he took a step towards the doors of Devil May Cry.

Dante sauntered over to his desk leaning back against the edge as Nero opened the door.

"Was wondering when you'd work up the nerve to get in here."

A look of bewilderment crossed Nero's features. How did Dante know he'd been outside? Well…he had been standing out there awhile.

"Well, whatever. What brings you to my doorstep, kid?" he inquired. This would be good.

"It's Nero." the teen grumbled.

Dante shrugged indifferently, picking up a beer that was sitting on his desk and taking a swig waiting for a response.

"You know what-I don't know why I bothered to-"

"I know you've been looking for me kid, what I don't know yet is why. So siddown and tell me what's going on. I haven't seen you since about a year ago."

Nero frowned but closed the door behind him and walked into the room. "I left Fortuna." he started awkwardly with a shrug.

"I can see that kid, or you wouldn't be sitting here in front of me."

Nero rolled his eyes, but before he could say anymore the phone started to ring. Dante took another gulp of his beer before holding up a finger telling Nero to hold on a sec. He slammed the desk with his fist, the phone flying off the reciever and into his hand.

"Devil May Cry." he stated in greeting. Nero allowed himself a smirk thinking that Dante sounded like a receptionist.

"All right." the elder slayer grumbled plopping into his desk chair grabbing a random piece of paper and a pen. "Hey listen can this wait-?" Dante pulled the phone away from his ear as it made a hysterical screaming sound. "Okay, okay, immediate response, got it." he grumbled.

Nero who had started to walk around examining the random devil arms that decorated Dante's walls chuckled lightly, looking over at the elder slayer as he flustered over writing down the address. After another moment the devil hunter tossed the phone back onto the cradle.

"Any good at hunting demons still kid?"

"I killed all the ones in Fortuna." he said in a 'duh' tone of voice.

Dante grabbed Ebony and Ivory, twirling them into their holsters and grabbing Rebellion. "Well then, let's see if you've improved, then afterwards we can discuss what you came here for. And you can stay the night if you like. But just remember I run a business, not a hotel kid." the elder smirked. Nero met the look with one of his own.

"All right old man. You're on." he challenged ripping the address off the piece of paper Dante had written it on and following the elder hunter out into the waning daylight.

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I know it wasn't very long, but I had fun writing it. It was my first time writing for these two so any comments you guys can give me about their characters would be greatly appreciated! Review and I'll give you a cookie! *holds up tray full of random cookies*

Ja ne!

~Bitbyboth April 13, 2009