Disclaimer:

I do not own any Dante, Nero, or any other characters of the Devil May Cry series. These characters are the property of Capcom. I do not garner any profit from this work of fiction, save the personal profit of self-satisfaction.


Nero walked in the door to Devil May Cry after a demanding mission.

Giving a grunt in greeting to Dante who was sitting at his desk as usual, reading a magazine, she briskly began to make her way upstairs, attempting to avoid having the elder hunter see what had happened to her clothes.

One of her pant legs had been ripped off, leaving the creamy white skin below the leather straps exposed. Her wild silver hair was stained with some stray demons blood, and was even messier than usual. The zipper of her red hoodie had been torn open, the metal bent and broken so that the two halves no longer closed properly. The black shirt underneath had been completely ruined, so she had discarded it long ago. Using her left hand to grip the two sides of the broken zipper together, she removed Red Queen from its holster, hanging it on its designated wall rack, quickly repeating the actions for Blue Rose.

Just as she was sure she was home free, Dante finally put down his magazine and looked up.

"That's a good look on you kid." He said sarcastically.

"Fuck off old man. It's none of your goddamned business." Nero quipped from the bottom of the stairs.

Dante rose from his seat and Nero flinched. Even though the older half devil was generally gentler towards the fairer sex, this mostly only applied towards human women.

Dante wasn't afraid to put Nero in her place. If anything, he looked forward to their little spats. He knew she could take it.

He also knew that if he were to go easy on her, she would be insulted and offended.

But he wasn't actually angry with her right now; he just wanted to mess with her pretty little head. He relished being able to so easily infuriate the silver haired girl.

He approached her slowly, making his aura as menacing as possible.

"Were you talking to me?" He questioned, his eyebrow raised.

He finally reached her and began to surreptitiously check her for wounds.

"Because I could have sworn we had a 'talk' last week about showing respect towards those older than you, not to mention your boss." Dante said.

Nero cringed.

She remembered that 'talk'. She had walked with a limp for several days afterwards due to Dante dislocating her knee. She had also had to repair the wall he threw her through.

She attempted to get into a defensive stance, when suddenly Dante reached out, grabbed her hands, and yanked her left away from her chest.

The traitorous hoodie fell open, exposing her bra to her boss.

Dante glanced over the newly exposed flesh, noting the pinkish-red, still slowly healing, claw marks marring the milky whiteness of her skin.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing old man?" Nero yelled in embarrassment as she attempted to pull her arms back to cover up. But Dante was too strong, and refused to let her go.

Dante finished scanning her torso, and once he was satisfied she would be able to heal quickly, he took in the lovely sight before him.

Nero's choice in lingerie was a bit risqué. The black lace was partially see-through, giving Dante a great view of her ample cleavage. The fabric on the left side was slightly torn by whatever had managed to land a hit on his employee, leaving a slit dangerously close to her nipple, a small flash of rosy pink at the edge.

Dante's mouth went dry.

Nero stood there, mortified as her boss openly stared at her revealed chest.

Suddenly Nero remembered that she didn't just have arms, but legs as well. So she jumped up and extended her legs towards Dante's chest, kicking him away from her, and forcing him to let go of her wrists.

Before he could recover, Nero had already fled to her room and locked the door.

"Damn Nero." Dante started softly. "I didn't know you were hiding that under that baggy hoodie."

Dante had never seen Nero in anything remotely revealing. The girl had been raised in Fortuna where almost no one wore anything more revealing than a knee length skirt. And even then, they almost always wore stockings of some kind underneath. Despite the fact that Nero had basically been a complete rebel against the teachings of The Order, she still was very innocent in some regards.

Dante would bet his trademark red leather coat that she was still a virgin.