Warnings: AU/ MalexMale pairing/ Language/ Yaoi content in later chapters/ Some violence (mainly towards demons.. no worries)

Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry, the story or it's characters. I do not make any money from this story.

Beta: Currently un-beta'd so please excuse any mistakes, I do triple check my work to minimize mistakes, but I am only human...

A/N: Hello Readers! This is my first time publishing on this site, not necessarily my first fan fic but it is my first fic ON HERE! It may take a chapter or two for me to get a complete grip on the work of things. I do ask for you to leave reviews please, as an author it does make me proud to know that people actually appreciate my work. I completely accept constructive criticism, I'm not perfect (far from it) so if you notice anything that you could help with please feel free to point it out, and when I say point it out please no flames... I don't want to see any "omg that is proper stupid" Come on people, we're all friendly people here. I will try to respond to every review however I do work full time so it may take me some time, I will just reply to reviews openly however if you wish to speak to me privately I am more than open to having people PM me... I don't bite :)

Right, now that that is over and done with... Let's get on with the story

Chapter One – The End

It looked like the cliché 'happy ending' everyone stood around smiling and laughing, happy to be alive after the Saviour. Kyrie wrapped her arms around Nero's neck and kissed him, eager at first but then softer and more passionate, people around them sighed and gave the occasional "awwh" but not everybody was so enthusiastic about the happy couple, in the back ground, clad in red leather stood Dante. To look upon his face you would just see another guy standing there looking happy for the young lovers, but to those who cared to cast him a second glance they would have seen the pained look in his eyes as he watched Nero intently. Dante turned his back to them and began to walk away, he didn't want to watch anymore, he wanted to return to Capulet City and to his dusty old shop where things were straightforward and he knew his place. His smile fell and was replaced with melancholy as he dragged his feet across the ground, grateful to be no longer looking upon the site that caused him to feel so disheartened.

"Hey Dante."

Why couldn't the kid just leave it be? Why couldn't he have just let him walk away? Dante let out a sigh and turned round, fixing that fake smug look on his face and tried to not let the kid see through it.

"Will we meet again?"

The same question burned through his mind, he wanted to tell him that he craved to see him again but he couldn't find the words, he simply turned back around and gave a small gesture as if to say 'maybe' and Nero didn't speak a word. Dante wanted him to follow him and ask for a straight answer, or to tell him to stay, or anything that would show that he felt something for him, but he didn't he simply accepted it and turned back to his crowd and to the girl who had apparently captured his heart.

He kept walking, he walked through the castle, through the grand halls and out the large wooden doors and out of Fortuna. He had left his bike hidden behind some bushes by the side of the road just outside of Fortuna, he pulled the branches back and dusted down the bike, giving everything a once over to make sure it was still drivable. The whole journey back to Capulet City whizzed past Dante, not once did he let his mind wander to what Nero would be doing, he didn't want to know if he was getting close to that girl. The images of those two burned in his mind and he kept his mind focussed on the road ahead of him. Small towns and big cities just flew past him in a blur as day slowly turned to night. Though the ride was long and tiring, Dante never stopped, if he stopped then he would be letting his mind wander from the road and inevitably he would think about Nero. It was late at night by time Dante returned to the familiar city and the familiar shop with the flickering neon sign crudely shining out "Devil May Cry."

Trish and Lady were inside playing pool when he threw the doors open, they stopped and looked up but Dante casually walked past them both, throwing down Ebony & Ivory and Rebellion on his way to his desk where he kicked his feet up and hid behind a magazine. It wasn't unusual for Dante to come in then sit behind his desk for hours at a time without so much as acknowledging their presence but it wasn't exactly difficult to notice that he wasn't in a good mood. Trish and Lady swapped looks, daring one another to go ask him what was wrong. Trish sighed, took the short straw and tentatively walked towards him.

"Penny for your thoughts?" She sat herself on his desk, next to his feet and tried to look over the magazine. Dante being Dante, he simply lifted it a little higher so he blocked out his face and ignored her.

"Oh, so we're doing the 'I can't see you, so I can't hear you' routine, eh?" She knew she was pushing the matter by continuing to talk even though he clearly wanted to be left alone. Once again he sat and said nothing as Trish's impatience began to wither.

"Stop being such a child Dante and just talk to us god damn it, we're trying to help!"

"Just because you look like my mother, it does not mean you are her, Trish.And if I wanted your help I would've asked for it, now kindly get the hell out of my face." Dante stood up and slammed his hands on the desk, towering over Trish. Now both of them knew that Dante could kill her with his bare hands if he so wished, but he had never been angry enough to even shout at her, this was how she knew he wasn't in any condition to have people around him.

The whole room stood silent, stuck in a freeze frame of Dante glaring at Trish, Trish wide-eyed and Lady completely gobsmacked at the way he had reacted so violently. Dante was the first to move, he looked to Lady then back to Trish, she was actually scared of him for the first time in their friendship. He dropped his shoulders and let out a deep sigh before making his way up the stairs.

"It's been a long day and I'm tired. Let yourselves out, lock the door and just leave me alone."

And with that, he slammed his bedroom door shut and blocked out the outside world. He didn't want to be near Trish or Lady, he didn't want to be near anybody but him. Dante sat on to his bed, and placed his head in his hands, outside he could hear Lady start up her motorcycle and take off with Trish. Dante dared to let his mind wander back to the snow haired boy back in Fortuna, and wondered what he would be doing right now. He gritted his teeth and ran his hands through his hair, Dante knew exactly what Nero would be doing right now and her name was Kyrie.


So what do you think? I know it's quite a short opening chapter but I do have plenty more to come!

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