Hola! Here is another oneshot, hope you all enjoy it!
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[BAD HAIR DAY]
When Dante returned to his office after a long hard day of 'work,' he almost fell onto the floor laughing his lungs out. He thought he was going to die right then and there looking at the seething Nero through his teary cerulean eyes.
'It's not funny,' Nero stated through clenched teeth.
Dante was still laughing so hard he could not conjure the brainpower to reply to that… well, until the other pulled the trigger of his favourite revolver.
'Whoa whoa whoa now. Chill out, kid,' said Dante with both his hands up after being snapped out of his laughing spree, though still he could hardly suppress a snigger.
'It's not funny, okay!' Nero declared; his face took the shade of a ripe tomato. The kid was so cute Dante wanted to glomp (is that even a word?) him… but maybe after he put the Blue Rose aside.
'I didn't say it was funny,' Dante said with a toothy grin.
'You were laughing your arse off and you're telling me you found nothing funny?' Dante could see one of the younger devil hunter's brows twitched but pretended not to notice and just nodded.
Dante really did not find anything funny, none at all. Only Nero with ponytails was something he did not expect to see randomly after the fuss he pulled yesterday when he suggested the kid should let his hair grow even longer (it was growing quite long already). The picture of him now, face that was twisted into an angry pout and with that hair, it was so adorable it was just priceless. He really wondered whether the girls left their camera here…
The had to blame himself though, since he would never bothered annoying the hell out of him if he wasn't so cute when he's pissed.
'You're such a bad liar,' Nero scoffed as he lowered his revolver and that was when Dante took a step towards him and pulled him into his arms.
'Really! It wasn't funny at all. You just look… adorable,' Dante said while trying to pry the Blue Rose out off Nero's hand. When he succeeded, he threw the revolver into a corner against the angry boy's protest. 'Now tell me, what compelled you to do your hair that way? Since you seemed to have hated the idea of looking 'feminine'…'
'It was really annoying, now let go,' Nero commanded, though Dante wasn't having any of it. 'I seriously need to get my hair cut.'
'Nah. I like it this way. Leave it,' said Dante as he was playing with one of the ponytails.
'If you're gonna torment me all day, I'm cutting it off,' said Nero while moving both his human hand and his devil bringer to untie his ponytails, though a pair of stronger hands stopped him and held them behind his head.
'Let go, old man,' Nero growled at the older hunter only to get a smirk in return.
'Nah, I'm not gonna.'
'If you won't, I'm gonna -'
'Gonna what-' and before Dante could finish the sentence, Nero's shin met with the older man's crotch. Even though no sound of pain left his lips, his face contorted in agony and it was then that Nero managed to wriggle out of his death grip.
'You should learn to listen, jerk,' Nero sneered and made his way towards the Blue Rose that was carelessly thrown in the corner-
Okay… where did that son of a bitch go? All that were left in place of him were Rebellion, Ebony & Ivory and his red coat.
Then there it was, a touch on Nero's shoulder just before a pair of arms wrapped tight around his body and held him tight in place no matter how hard he tried to struggle against his captor's firm hold.
'And you should learn more about respect, bitch,' Dante's voice was a mere whisper next to Nero's ear.
'Damn you!' Nero swore.
'Damn right, kid,' said Dante.
Nero was screwed… figuratively and litarally.