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Summary: What happens when you mix alcohol, Nero, Dante and a video camera. And a… mop? Nero x Dante fluff. In dedication to BattleGoddess126.
This is written for BattleGoddess126 because she's awesome and to celebrate her getting inspiration to write again. This, incidentally, gave me inspiration as well.
It had started out as a night of fun at Devil May Cry headquarters. Dante was trying to forget his birthday and everyone was having fun reminding him that he's an 'old man'. Trish had brought alcohol and Nero had brought pizza, with extra olives.
As the night progressed people began to leave and soon, if 5am can be counted as soon, only Dante, Nero and a video camera were left.
Both had started a game of shots and were so reluctant to concede defeat to each other that 4 bottles of alcohol had been consumed between them. They had a vague notion that they were talking to one another but when they finally awoke after crashing they did not remember a word.
Flashback
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In the haze Dante thought he saw Nero's shining silver hair and unable to resist he whispered "Nero" and in a much louder voice "Marry me!" However it was a mop and Nero had a camera and had recorded the whole thing, dropping it after Dante's loud outburst.
"Wh-What?" Nero asked, slumping to the ground, quite conveniently in range on the camera; it appeared to have rolled and landed upright.
Dante was sure the room shouldn't be spinning yet he saw two silver blobs, one much prettier than the other. He lunged, grabbing the prettier silver blob and in a startling sober clarity realised that he was holding Nero and had proposed to Nero through a mop.
Dante promptly fell unconscious, sad that his pretty silver light was gone in the black oblivion he was drawn into.
Nero then noticed that the mop was talking to him and drew back sharply, hitting his head on the door and following Dante into obliviousness. He also, quite conveniently, fell forward so his head lay on Dante's chest.
End of flashback
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Quite conveniently Trish had arrived in the morning, at a decent hour, to try salvaging her video camera from where she had forgotten it. When she found it however, it was only after she spotted Dante and Nero in a rather compromising position. The camera had recorded for the better part of an hour and she stored it away for later watching and possible blackmail, after taking some photos of course.