Author's Notes: Misc. stuff after the story.
EDIT(Oct. 26, 2012): Chapter 2 is not a continuation of Overworld, but rather an alternative version of the story. It starts somewhere in the middle, talks about the past (the beginning; for example, the contents of this chapter), and then moves forward to the end, while Overworld starts at the beginning of the story and continues through to the end. Of the two, which one do you think should be the official story? I kind of already know which one I'd like to continue with, but I want to see which one y'all would prefer. Please indicate so in your review, if you'd be so kind.
Thank you so much, and please enjoy.
Warning(s): For the entire story: Language, Homosexual Pairing, Possible Violence, OoC, AU
Disclaimer: No, I do not own, in any shape or form, the characters, places, events, ideas, etc., portrayed in the games, anime, novels, manga, and other such things associated with Devil May Cry. Those all belong to Capcom and whoever else worked on aforementioned items, or their owners, at least. Anything else is the product of my own imagination.
The creaking of the mattress was what woke Nero up.
"Dante?" he called out groggily. Reaching blindly with his left hand, Nero frowned when his fingers grasped at nothing but warm sheets.
"Go back to sleep," Dante muttered from somewhere above him. He paused in his search for clothes to swipe a thumb affectionately over the tip of Nero's nose, watching in amusement as it immediately scrunched up at the act. Smirking, the elder male resumed rummaging through an open drawer, pulling on the first pair of jeans that he came across. He wasn't surprised when Nero ignored him, the exhausted teen rolling onto his back.
Blearily forcing his eyes open, Nero rubbed the sleep from them as he tried to get them adjusted to the dim light of the lamp that flooded the room. "What time is it?" he asked, attempting to stifle a yawn, and failing miserably.
"It's two in the morning," Dante informed him. "Now go back to sleep."
Mild surprise crossed the kid's features, but quickly cleared away as realization dawned on him. Ignoring the command again, Nero watched silently as the other male slipped on a black turtleneck. "They called for you again, didn't they?" he asked, struggling to sit up. 'Why else would he be up at this hour?' Dante grunted.
"I'll be back before sunrise," he promised, in way of answer. The teen nodded wearily. He knew there was no point in objecting to Dante's night trips; he'd given up trying a long time ago. Throwing the covers off of his body, he slid off the side of the bed, a soft thud heard as his feet hit the wooden floor. "Going somewhere?" Dante asked, reaching for the red hoodie that was strewn over a bedpost.
"Need some ice. My arm's throbbing again." Yawning, Nero impatiently combed through messy brown hair with shaking fingers. "It's still bruising like crazy," he added as an afterthought. Dante frowned.
"I'm taking you to a doctor today."
"Why bother?" The older man heard the contempt in his voice. "They all say the same thing. They don't know what's wrong with me."
Slinging the red hoodie over his shoulder, Dante went to the other's side. "Maybe we should find one outside of the city," he said thoughtfully.
"Maybe we just shouldn't try," Nero countered bitterly. Before Dante could say anything else, he went around him and headed towards the kitchen. Rummaging around for a plastic baggie, he cocked his head to the side as he heard Dante coming down the stairs a few minutes later. Quickly filling it with ice, he pressed it gingerly against his arm. Nero knew it wouldn't help much, but at least it would temporarily stave off the pain he was starting to feel.
Walking out of the room, he bumped right into Dante. Before he could step back, however, Dante had his arms wrapped around him. "Let me go, old man," Nero grumbled, half-heartedly trying to break free. Dante just grinned and squeezed him tighter, but eventually released him. "Leaving already?" Nero asked, blushing faintly.
"Business beckons," the older male replied, raising a brow at the color dusting his lover's cheeks. Despite all the bravado he put on display, the kid sure could get embarrassed easily. Pulling on the red hoodie that he'd brought down with him, Dante reached back to tug the hood over his head. For the most part it covered the majority of his hair, but a few black locks poked through here and there. Nero absentmindedly brushed them back. He stopped when Dante began to lean down.
"What are you doing?" His response was a quick nibble to his bottom lip, before it gave way to a kiss. It was over all too soon.
"Gotta go," Dante breathed. And with that, he grabbed one of the two handguns lying atop his desk and left the shop.
Left on his own, Nero sighed and headed for the leather couch. He plopped down, and after a moment, reached for a PlayStation controller. It was going to be a long wait. Might as well try to get some enjoyment out of it.
Author's Notes (continued): So, as I mentioned before editing this chapter, this whole thing is just me basically trying to get back into writing, because it feels like I haven't done it in ages. So yes, it probably sucks more than usual, and on top of that, it's definitely shorter than what I usually write. However, I'm kind of happy with how this all turned out, but that just may be because I managed to get something down.
Anyways, this is actually a songfic. However, the only reason it isn't with the other song fictions is because I plan on it to be a multi-chapter story. It was inspired by an entire album, Overworld by Machinae Supremacy. And… I actually know how this story ends, unlike Quirk, ahaha… I haven't even touched that story in mah mind, man. u.u
But, yeah… Any input on what you think of this story would be nice. Thank you for your time, and as always, hope this wasn't a time waster.
Have a nice day, and all that jazz. o u o