This is a request fic by my friend the ever awesome StubbornBlonde. Much love hun :)

This will be a two shot based around the song "Faking My Own Suicide" by Relient K

Now I'll be honest with you, while I am a Devil May Cry fan, I actually don't know much about Nero. I get Dante, laid back, cool, badass XD But I haven't played DMC4 and I barely got to watch my brother play it, so I apologize if I screw up anything. I did look up Nero on the DMC wiki, but that's about all I got.

My brother would kill me if he knew I was writing this. So don't tell him 'kay? ;) lol

Disclaimer: I own only this fic. Honestly though, I don't think I'd want to own DMC cause if I did, I doubt it would be as badass. Though I wouldn't have passed the torch to Ninja Theory... Just sayin'... .-.

Warnings: Swearing, second chapter will have smut, implied character death.

~So I've made up my mind. I will pretend to leave this world behind. And in the end, you'll know I've lied. To get your attention,

I'm faking my own suicide.~

Dante stood at the entrance of the cafeteria, looking around for a moment. He didn't really need to though, he already knew where he'd be sitting. A table in the far back, it was always empty and that's because that was where his favorite little junior sat every single day. Dante was the only one allowed to sit there and the only one who wanted to. Not too many people enjoyed the company of Nero and that was actually because he was rather rude. He was a very anti-social person, telling people on a daily basis to "get fucked" and flipping off the teachers. Needless to say, he got suspended a lot. Though everyone seemed to be catching on that he didn't give two flying fucks, his attitude wasn't going to change to please them.

His feet started to carry him towards the table before he could even think the command, weaving his way expertly through the roaming students as they looked for their friends or just a place to sit that wasn't at Nero's table. When he got to the table he pulled out the chair in front of the white haired boy and plopped into it, kicking his feet up on the table.

"No lunch today?" Nero asked, a small smile playing on his lips as he picked at his food. The boy was wearing his usual attire of a red hooded vest with his favorite blue jacket over it.

"They don't have any pizza." Dante said with a slight shrug and placed his hands behind his head. Nero shook his head, scooping up what he was assuming to be spinach and looking at it as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. Or disgusting. He couldn't tell.

"You need a better diet." Nero said as he slowly placed the fork back on the tray and pushed it away from himself, decidedly done with the with gross cafeteria food. Dante, honestly, couldn't blame him.

"What's wrong with my current one?" Dante asked. Honestly, pizza every day? How could he resist?

Nero sighed and shook his head, but that small smile still graced his features. "Never mind." He said as he stood from his seat, taking his barely touched food with him.

"Leaving already?" Dante asked, staying seated as he watched the younger male walk around the table.

"It's not like this is edible anyways." He said, looking at the so called food in disgust. Dante grinned, nodding his agreement.

"You coming?" Nero asked, looking over his shoulder at the older boy. Dante placed a hand on his chin as he seemed to ponder the question for a moment.

"Well, what do I get?" He asked with a cheeky grin.

"You get to pay for a pizza." Nero said with a smirk. Dante chuckled and stood from his chair to follow the younger boy. After all, who could turn down that offer?

Nero was frozen in his chair, eyes wide as hot tears slowly started to prick at his eyes. His hands were shaking as he tightly gripped the note in his hand and his heart was pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe this. How had it happened? When had Dante ever gotten to this point? He was normally so laid-back and he seemed pretty happy. Never would Nero have thought he was depressed, and not to the point of suicide!

Hell, Dante had even told him once that suicide was for the weak and pathetic. Those who did have the guts to take life head on. And yet here he was, reading a suicide note addressed to him from the older boy. He couldn't pry his eyes away from it, he just kept reading it over and over as if he was still trying to process what was going on. It wasn't a long note. It had Nero's name at the top and the note simply read;

I didn't go along for the pizza.

And below that was his signature. He suddenly felt the over whelming need to throw up, but there was no way he was going to allow that to happen. He did, however, finally allow the tears, that were blurring his vision, to fall from his eyes. He let the note fall from his hand as he curled into a ball on his chair and squeezed his eyes shut. His arms wrapped around his legs and his forehead resting against his knees, he let out quiet sobs that shook his whole body. He wanted to cry out, but he wouldn't. He wanted to throw something, but he couldn't. Not only did he not want to alert his family to the fact that he was having a break down, but he just didn't seem to have the strength in him to do anything but sit there and cry. He was defeated. Life won. But he couldn't let it have him too. Dante wouldn't want that for him.

Since the day Dante's father had come to bring him the note and tell him the news of his sons death, Nero hadn't really left his room very much. He'd only left for school, and the people there were starting to notice the boys depression seeing as he was keeping his mouth shut a lot more often.

When had been the last time he told someone to get fucked? Or anything remotely along those lines?

He couldn't remember. He honestly couldn't even find it in him to care.

He knew his parents were starting to worry about him though. They couldn't get him downstairs for anything. Not even to eat. His mother had to bring his food up to him every night cause she didn't want her son to starve to death. One night she'd brought him up pizza. He couldn't even eat it because he was crying so much just at the sight of it.

He couldn't understand this depression. He'd only known Dante for about a year and half, and, though he was his only friend, he had to wonder, when had he started to care so deeply for the older boy?

On the day of the funeral, Nero hadn't gone. It wasn't that he didn't want to go and pay his respects to the only best friend he'd ever had. He just... couldn't. He knew that if he went something was going to happen, and that something would most likely be a full blown mental break down that would make his parents ship him off to a therapist in a heart beat. And he absolutely refused to go see a shrink. He didn't like them one bit. They all tried to get in his head and tell him his problems. He knew what his damn problems were he didn't need some asshole picking his brain to tell him what they were.

So instead he sat in his room on that day, having his mental break down in the privacy of the four walls as his thoughts were consumed by the older boy.

His cocky smiles and sparkling white teeth.
His clear blue eyes that always seemed to have something akin to mischief twinkling within.
His stark white hair that practically glowed in the right light.
His low smooth voice that sent-

Don't finish that sentence Nero. Just don't even think it. He thought, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking away the thoughts. Though he couldn't keep Dante out of his head. He thought about the good times for a moment, only to cry about that as he realized he'd no long share anymore memories with the older boy. His thoughts quickly turned to his death after that realization. He'd shot himself. Right in the head with his father's gun that was locked in his top desk drawer. Dante apparently had knowledge of where his father hid the key in case of a break in.

Nero still couldn't begin to understand it. Why did he do it? If he was so depressed why hadn't he just come talk to him about it? And surely nothing could be so terrible that would call for him to do something so stupid. That's right, it was stupid. It was stupid of Dante not to come talk to him. It was stupid of him not to tell him how he felt. It was stupid of him to commit suicide!

... And it was stupid of Nero not to notice any kind of change in the older boy and try to help him...

It took Nero about aweek before he could finally go and visit Dante's grave. He went after school, knowing he would be alone.

Over the time he'd spent in his room for those two weeks, Nero had thought a lot about Dante. Mostly just the memories they had together over the year and a half he'd known the older boy. Dante had been the only one to reach out to Nero when he started high school, and that had been because he was the only one ballsy enough to try to get to know him. He'd sit down at Nero's empty table with that cocky grin, kicking his feet up and striking up a conversation before Nero could tell him to leave. That never really stopped him though for the first two weeks of knowing Dante. He quickly got used to him though, and he found himself respecting the older boy for his bravery.

As he slowly trudged through the graveyard his heart was pounding in his chest. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his blue jacket as he tried to still their shaking. His throat felt slightly constricted and made it kind of difficult to breathe, and his stomach felt like it had birds inside it rather than butterflies. When he finally did reach the dark gray headstone though, it felt like his heart stopped completely in his chest. He stared at the headstone for a moment, trying to remember to breathe as his eyes blurred with tears. He fell to his knees in front of the grave and pushed his palms into his eyes as the tears started to quickly stream down his face.

This wasn't real. This couldn't be real. And yet there it was, engraved on stone.

"You fucking asshole...!" He choked out through his sobs. "Why did you fucking leave me?"

Maybe somewhere, even a devil my cry when he loses a loved one.

Weeks came to pass and as time dragged on so had Nero. Ever since the day he visited Dante's grave he'd sank even deeper into his depression. Seeing the note and hearing about the death was nothing compared to actually seeing the proof of the death. The very thing that confirmed his worst fears. Sure, maybe a small part of him was hoping beyond hope that there was a chance, a really really REALLY small chance that Dante was still alive. But as he visited that grave, any hope he'd had left had been crushed along with his heart. It was that day that Nero had realized his feelings for Dante and the realization that he was actually dead, that he would never see him again and be able to tell him how he felt. That broke his heart. And when it came to that point, Nero didn't even know how he was still moving.

Everything was a blur to him now. He was going through the motions of his everyday life, or at least what it had become once Dante died. He went to school, did the work, went home and hid away in his room, drowning in self pity. Yeah, he was officially a loser with no life. Even before Dante, things hadn't been like this for him. Sure, he was a loner, but he held his head high then, he didn't pity himself, he didn't hide away from the world. He faced everything head on. Why was it so different now?

Nero had reached his limit. He couldn't take anymore. Though sadly, it had been at school where he had come to this realization. Thankfully though, class had yet to start. But it was a couple of students that had set him off, talking of the older boy and his death. The school hadn't exactly made it clear to the students how Dante had died, but that didn't keep the students from talking. In fact it only increased it as the rumor mill started up and people started to debate how they thought he died.

"Shut the fuck up!" He roared, slamming his fist down onto his desk and startling the students in the classroom. Everyone looked at him with wide, frightened eyes. That was the first time they'd heard Nero say anything in weeks, let alone yell. In fact, some of them had thought that with Dante's death the boy had become a mute.

"Just stop fucking talking about him already!" He screamed, standing suddenly and earning himself worried gazes from his classmates. He didn't want their fucking pity! He just wanted them to shut up! He didn't want to hear it anymore, it needed to stop now!

Nero suddenly picked up his chair, throwing it at the large window in the classroom, effectively shattering the glass as the chair flew out. Small shards of glass now littered the floor and the ground outside the window. The other students stood there in complete shock, none of them sure what to do and none of them wanting to try to move in case they should enrage the boy even more. Soon enough though the teacher walked into the room and gasped at the sight before them before sending Nero to the principal. He'd glared at them for a moment before turning on his heel and stalking out of the room, flipping off the teacher on the way out.

He ended up suspended for a week and a half,the principal deciding to take it easy on him because he knew Nero was going through a tough time right now. He said this would be time for him to cool off, but all it felt like was him just sitting in his room pissed off. He was still refusing to leave his room, but he was coming down for dinner now, which his parents were semi thankful for. He wasn't exactly a ball of sunshine at the moment, so it made dinner some what uncomfortable. His parents found themselves walking on egg shells around the young boy and they had to be careful whatever they said because Nero would blow up over the smallest thing if they weren't.

So now, here he was, not even half way through his suspension, sitting on the floor at the end of his bed and slowly flipping through a book that he'd found beneath it. He had no clue how it got there seeing as most of his books were kept in a neatly stacked pile in the corner of his closet. He didn't really care though, he was just bored and his parents had taken away his video games for what happened at school, so he was trying to focus more on the story line of the book. He was just barely starting to get interested when someone came knocking at his bedroom door. He sighed in irritation but ignored it. He didn't want to deal with anyone right now. He didn't even make it half way through the next paragraph before another knock resounded through out his room.

"Nero! There's someone here to see you!" His mother's voice called out from behind the door.

"Tell them to go away!" Nero yelled.

"I tried to tell them you didn't want visitors, but they're insisting." His mother said. He heard the faint rattling of his door knob being jiggled. He knew it was locked, so no one could get in, but his mother never did something like that. She actually gave him the privacy he wanted and would wait for him to open the door. So it came as a surprise when she started to try opening it.

As he thought this all over, figuring if he just ignored his mother she'd find a way to make the person leave, he was completely oblivious to the light rattling coming from his door. He, however, was quickly startled out of his thoughts as his door suddenly slammed open. He jumped up from his spot on the floor in surprise, but pissed that this person had the gall to break into his room and was prepared to kick this person's ass.

He completely froze though once he saw who waltzed into his room. That stark white hair brushed down over his clear blue eyes, paired with his signature cocky grin and blood red jacket. He swore his heart had stopped and his breath caught in his throat as he struggled to remember how to breathe.

His mother was no where to be seen.

"Hey kid. How's it going?" Dante said, closing the door behind him. His voice was as smooth and sultry as it had always been, but way sexier than Nero had remembered. His memories honestly didn't do the older boy justice.

Was this reality? Or was he just having another dream about the older boy? No... This was real. This was the real Dante standing before him. And that meant...

Nero's head lowered a bit so his bangs were covering his face as it contorted with anger and his shoulders tensed. His hands balled into fists so tight that the knuckles turned white and his whole body shook with rage.

"You son of bitch!" He screamed squeezing his burning eyes shut as he suddenly punched the older boy in the face.