Here's my first fan-fictin in years: an attempt at Devil May Cry 4 (since I've recently developed a dangerous obsession with DMC and Capcom in general).
It won't be yaoi and I apologize for that because I know how popular it is, but I do plan on writing two sequels which will probably have some yaoi in them.
So for now it's rated M for language, violence, gore, and Dante being a pervert.
Chapter One ~ "This is big, kid."
It was five o'clock and Nero had just returned from work, helping the Order rebuild Fortuna and slaying the occasional devil, and his phone was already ringing.
"Aren't I the popular one?" He spoke to himself as he checked the caller I.D.; he did not recognize the number, so he let it ring. If it was important they would leave a message.
Nero went upstairs to take a shower; he took his time, washing away all the dirt and sweat from the day's labor. When he stepped out, the phone was ringing again. Expecting a call from Kyrie (he was always expecting a call from Kyrie), he pulled on his jeans and rushed downstairs to answer it.
But it was the same mysterious number again.
He frowned and answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey, kid!"
Nero blinked.
"You don't remember me, kid? I'm hurt!"
"…Dante?"
"Bingo!" Dante shouted into the phone. "You're a real smart kid, you know that?"
"I'm not a ki—Wait, how did you get my number?"
Dante ignored him.
"So, kid, what've you been up to for the past two months?"
"Three months, old man," corrected Nero. "Your memory isn't what it used to be is it? And I've been busy rebuilding Fortuna. How about you? How many old folk's homes have you been in and out of for the past three months?"
"Ha, real funny, kid. You're a comedian. But I got more important stuff to talk to you about than your comedic genius."
He suddenly became serious.
"I got a job I could use your help with. Some idiot summoned a devil he can't control and the dick-head's been running around causing all sorts of problems."
"What's the matter, old man? You got arthritis or something?"
Dante was silent for a moment.
"This is big, kid," he continued. "This devil could bring down our world no problem. I need you and your pretty glow stick at Devil May Cry ASAP."
Nero agreed and wrote down the directions he was given. Then he paused. He did not have a car, nor were there many available in Fortuna; the few cars Nero had seen were old and rusted death traps…kind of like Dante. To get off the island, he would have to take the ferry, but then what? It would be long walk to Devil May Cry.
"Wait," he said. "How the hell am I supposed to get there?"
"Oh, ya know, I would love to help you out, but my arthritis is acting up so I'm gonna have to let you go."
He hung up.
"Jackass…" Nero muttered to himself as he hung up the receiver.
Sorry about how short this chapter is; I'm just really using it as a jumping off point to start this one up.