Just a little one-shot I thought of while trying to write chapter eight of my other story ^_^
I hope you like it :3! Your reviews will make me very happy, and a happy writer is...ugh...happy.
Family
Nero was a man who didn't show his feelings often. Of course he had his moments, but nothing like this. He didn't feel anger, sadness, or depression. He just felt…disappointed.
It just wasn't fair. All his life he had wanted to meet his family. He had been told that his mother had died giving birth to him, so he gave up the idea of meeting her someday. But there was still his father. The stories the order told him about his father were impressive. One of the sons of the dark knight Sparda, a half-breed with enough strength to destroy hell itself.
He really wanted to meet his father. The idea of his father being dead had raised in his head once or twice before, but finding out that his father resided in hell, and was probably dead was just…
Disappointing. He wondered if he would be using that term often. Nero hoped not.
Dante had told Nero about Vergil, and damn! The kid really was impacted by the truth. The younger twin was hoping for some insults, yells…tears, but nothing came from the boy sitting in front of him. Nero just stared at the floor, lost in his thoughts.
"So," Dante raised a questioning eyebrow as Nero spoke.
"Yeah?"
Nero shook his head. Regret in asking what he was going to ask. Will I ever have a family?
"What?" The demon hunter was annoyed. He expected everything but this, and in truth, it was harder to deal with.
"Forget it, old man." Nero stood up, the way home was long. "See you around,"
Dante watched as Nero walked towards the entrance, his normal air of superiority completely gone. He looked as a boy who had been told off. His face was down and his steps were slow, almost reluctant.
"Kid,"
The young man turned around. Blue eyes meeting blue. "Hmm?"
"If you ever want to talk…Your uncle is here." Dante smirked. It was not his usual hussy smirk…it resembled more a smile.
The boy's eyes widened. Well, he didn't have a mother, he didn't have a father, but he had his family. Kyrie, Trish, Lady…Dante. They were his family. He felt idiotic for doubting about them. "Thanks… Old man."
Nero turned around trying to hide his smile from Dante's view. The words of his so called 'Uncle' meant a lot for him. He was going to visit the Devil May Cry shop more often. He was sure of it.