A/N: Hello again all! I should probably start getting ready for bed cause I've got my first college classes in the morning tomorrow (I'll be well into them by the time I post this, just watch) but I wanna write the next chapter of this pretty badly, *rubs hands together* let's get started shall we?
Disclaimer: I do not own Nero! That's a new one! I'm sorry I don't mention you more in my disclaimers Nero
Remembering the Day Before
Dante groaned upon waking, his head hurt really bad… what had happened last night? Had he gone to the bar or just drank at home and overdone it? Well he couldn't hear someone breathing beside him so it was safe to assume that there was no one in bed with him. Why couldn't he remember what had happened yesterday evening? He must be hung over, that must be the answer, it had to be, what else could he have done? The half devil groaned again, his voice sounding a bit odd, but that could just be his hangover. He felt his right up twitch and pulse oddly, so he blinked open his eyes, his vision blurry as he gazed out the window into the night time sky. What time was it? It had to be late night or very early morning so what on earth was the obnoxious glowing at the corner of his vision? The elder blinked, his vision clearing, seriously, what was that light? It seemed like Nero's Bringer, had the punk come in here to mess with him while he was sleeping? He wouldn't put it past the ungrateful brat; he rolled his eyes and shifted into a more comfortable position.
"I'm not your nanny kid; go find someone to comfort you from your nightmares." His voice still sounded a little funny but Dante still figured that it was his hangover messing with his head. When the light didn't move he rolled over irritatedly.
"Nero-!" he froze upon seeing that there was no one in the room. Startled and now curious, the elder looked to the source of the light and froze.
"What the hell…?"
-To See From Another's Eyes-
Nero woke up because he'd rolled over and whacked his hand on his nightstand. Without even opening his eyes he pulled it closer to his body and snuggled further into the covers. It was too late though, his mind had already decided that it was time to wake up and the partial devil opened his eyes, allowing them to adjust to the… really dark room. The teen had no problem seeing in the dark but he was accustomed to having the light of his Devil Bringer at the edge of his vision all the time, his head was throbbing lightly and he sighed, maybe that's why his Bringer was unusually dark, it did tend to react to the state of his body so if he was mildly hung over-though he couldn't remember drinking the night before- that would explain a lot. The younger slayer sat up and rubbed his face in both hands and then paused before removing the hands and looking at them.
Both were human and scale-less, then he reached for his chin and was startled to find rough, prickly stubble there. Nero was a little scared now as he jumped out of bed and dashed into the bathroom. The image that the mirror revealed to him refused to sink in, there was no way that he was in that egotistical, narcissistic man's body. No freaking way. He stood there, frozen in shock, Dante's face staring back at him. The younger was only there for a few moments before his hunting partner burst into the bathroom to join him, at least Nero assumed it was the old man, because it was his own body that stopped and stared at him with wide, shocked, blue eyes.
"…Nero?" he heard his own voice ask quietly. The teen couldn't do anything but nod, too startled to do otherwise. He could smell his own scent in the air, see his own body, feel his own demonic energy in the back of his mind; it was just too weird…
"Dante?" the younger asked, just to be sure.
"Yeah it's me kid, how did this happen?"
"I have no idea… I can't remember anything from yesterday afternoon."
"Me neither, and somehow I wake up in the body of a snotty teenager." Dante said, hoping to rile the younger up a little bit, lately the partial devil had been getting on his nerves with his cockiness and attitude, the teen was going to get hurt and he didn't want anyone else he cared about to be hurt, especially if it was due to simple overconfidence. He knew better than anyone what happened when you became too overconfident, you lost people, people that were important to you. So he dealt with it in the best way he could think of, rile the kid up, fight him, and take him down a few notches.
Nero growled at the insult, surprised at how low the noise was in his chest, it continued to unnerve him how different it was to be in someone else's body. He saw his own Bringer flash and Dante's eye-his eye- twitched.
"Is it always that demanding when you sense another demonic presence?" he asked, lifting the cursed limb up to glare at it.
"Mostly just yours, but yes."
"Does it ever stop glowing?" the now teenager complained
"No. Are you done making fun of my body?" the now larger male said irritated.
"Almost, I never realized how short you are, I hope you haven't hit your last growth spurt yet cause otherwise you're only going to be able to date Asian women."
"That's it!" Nero snapped, feeling adrenaline start pumping through his veins and the demonic energy he was in control of begin to stir… Actually it came to the forefront of his mind a lot faster than he was accustomed to, and with a lot more strength, the younger could feel himself on the verge of Triggering already and he hadn't done anything yet.
Dante's eyes widened as he realized that he had just provoked Nero when the teen didn't know how to control the strength of the elder's demonic instincts.
"Oh shit…" he muttered when the now half devil's eyes went from blue to bright, fiery crimson.
A/N: Now that is a good cliffie, this is really fun but a little harder than I expected, it's the whole pronoun thing, just like in my gender-bender one, it's confusing when suddenly I need to switch the pronouns around but not confuse you guys at the same time…
Till next time,
-Winged Element
