Disclaimer: I've watched the anime only. And it was, like, 4 episodes. So like, I don't know how these people should act. Yeah. And the only thing I know about the ending of the game is what I saw on Wikipedia.
Don't hate the playa, hate the GAME.
Please note that this is also an inside joke... It had to be done.
HOW DEVIL MAY CRY 4 SHOULD HAVE ENDED...
At last, Nero and Kyrie could be together. Nero had finished fighting Force-of-Evil-of-the-Day (calendar available in Wal-Marts everywhere, get yours today!), and Kyrie was safe, and they had the solid guarantee they would be alone, together without any interruptions. They closed the space between them, satisfied and tired expressions on their faces.
That's right. Time to get it on, muchachos.
"WE GOT NO MINUTES!"
The two jolted apart and gave each other a horrified look.
"What in the name of God and all that is holy was that?" asked Kyrie, a bit annoyed and pretty much out of character.
But then again, her one chance for something romantic was interrupted. I mean, come on, wouldn't all the damsels in distress be uncharacteristic if THEIR moment was ruined? I mean, seriously, this hot guy rescues you, and you don't even get let's-get-our-freak-on time, so you get to sit there, completely bored and unsatisfied - you know what I mean, ladies - as he goes off and rescues the world AGAIN, and finds some puta to-
Ahem. Back to the story.
"WE GOT NO MINUTES!" Nero turned around, pretty ticked off by the interruption (not to mention the obvious lack of grammar), and narrowed his eyes to focus on the dark corridor.
"Could you at least speak in English while we're trying to bleeeeeep?!" Nero shouted in the general direction of whoever was speaking in lolcat. Those kitties were so passe. Except for Ceiling Cat, that is.
They finally heard the footsteps come closer as lolcat-man came into the light, flapping his arms like an eight ounce sparrow carrying a one pound coconut.
It was Dante.
In an overly large sombrero.
Nero cocked an eyebrow in his refined "WTF" expression. Okay, so maybe Date had started celebrating with a little lady he liked to call "tequila" a wee bit too early.
"WE GOT NO MINUTES!" Dante chanted as he ran around the room, flapping his arms and jumping up and down. "WE GOT NO MINUTES!" Nero and Kyrie stared, their mouths agape, their faces twisting in horror.
Dante had obviously not given up his Mary Jane.
The sombrero flopped over his eyes as he continued his chicken imitation. "WE GOT NO MINUTES!! WE GOT NO-"
A resounding crash was heard as Dante ran into the wall, which he stuck to like a suction cup for two very slow seconds...
And then exploded into a cloud of smoke, which was an uncanny resemblance to the Mexican flag, nicely accented with empanadas, burritos, and tacos, as well as a nice little caption that read "Viva la revolucion!" The faint gaiety of a Mariachi band could be heard in the distance.
Nero blinked.
Kyrie blinked.
Nero blinked.
Kyrie blinked.
Nero blinked.
Kyrie blinked.
Nero blinked.
"Screw this, I'm going home."
"Wait, NERO!"
And so another damsel is left in distress. You know what I mean.