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Nero instinctively followed suit and withdrew blue rose. There he was with his trusted pistol in one hand, and a bag of groceries in the other- Dante would have died laughing seeing him like this. His muscles tensed in anticipation as his fingers wrapped more tightly over the fire-arm.
He gritted his teeth and waited for more movement from his opponent. The man standing before him was human, and despite what he surely wanted to do, he couldn't just unload into the guy for drawing a weapon on him. Maybe the man mistook him for a "real" demon.
"Look man, I don't know what you have against me but I'm a demon hunter too," said Nero as he lowered his aim to promote trust between himself and the stranger. The man held his aim on Nero and pondered the words a moment before he retorted.
"What a mockery, a demon parading around as a demon hunter- do you take me for a fool?" The man took a step towards Nero, and the slayer responded by letting his left foot slide back in anticipation. "I have been in this town for over a month now cleaning up these streets of demonic filth and have yet to run into any other demon slayers."
Nero stood dumbfounded for a moment. It was true; business had been slow for a while. Dante, Lady, and himself had been forced to take jobs outside of Capulet city. As for Trish, well she had been gone for about six weeks now- who knew when she would pop back up again. This explained the lack of demons in the city. But if this man was telling the truth then he was truly skilled indeed. Not even he and Dante had controlled the demon outbreaks like this man had.
"Listen, I don't have time for your demonic grudges right now. I hunt demons, and I don't want to fight with you old man…" Nero barely finished his sentence before a shot rang out into the chill air. A hole was pierced straight through the bag of groceries in the clutches of his right arm. He had side-swept the bullet and it had barely missed his midsection.
"Shit, that was my lunch! That's it!" Nero aimed blue rose at the man once again. He didn't intend to kill the man, just hurt him enough so that he could get some sense into him. Taking human life was not a part of his lifestyle.
Another shot rang out and Nero was on the move. The young slayer slid to the side then barreled towards the hunter. He aimed blue rose at the man's leg and shot. The dark hunter pulled a machete from his coat and deflected the bullet with ease.
"Looks like we have a Marry Poppins demon hunter," said Nero as he ran towards the man preparing his devil bringer for action. As he came into close contact range with the man he swiped his clawed arm for the man's torso. His assault was stopped by the machete. Nero was taken back for a second. Usually steel weapons would falter under the demonic strength of his devil bringer. He examined the blade again and saw a faint blue glow emitting from the weapon. The hunter took Nero's distraction into his advantage and shot again at Nero. This time the bullet pierced through Nero's upper thigh with ease.
Nero winced in pain from the bullet. He immediately jumped back to put some distance between the two of them. Dark crimson was already starting to spread over his thigh and down his leg. It hurt, but he knew that he would begin healing soon.
"Your arm, it's a clear sign that you are demon boy," said the hunter still holding his smoking pistol in one hand and machete in the other. He took a step towards Nero, and Nero instantly began to feel caged and trapped. The wound was bleeding pretty badly and he hated the feeling of being cornered with nowhere to go.
"I'm not trying to argue that I'm not a demon, I'm saying that I hunt demons as well and mean you no harm," he winced as he let more weight rest on his left leg. The man just wasn't taking the hint and Nero worried that if his machete was able to withstand his devil bringer then maybe he could pull out another weapon from his coat that could "really" hurt him.
"There's no use for more words; unless you want to tell me where the rest of the "nest" resides. If I know anything it's that demons enjoy each other's damned company." Nero studied the man's face for the first time. He appeared to be about mid 30's with slick black hair tucked under a hat, and a relatively clean-cut appearance. Whoever this man was and wherever he came from Nero didn't know- all he knew was that the situation was escalating and he needed to get out.
Nero took in a deep breath and made a break for it past the hunter. His leg pulsed with pain at every step but he continued on with the hopes of not being caught. The hunter pointed his pistol again and aimed for Nero's back. Expecting this, Nero withdrew Yamato, something he thought he would never have to do against an opponent like him. He stopped momentarily to twirl Yamato and deflect the bullet- a useful trick that Dante had taught him a while back. After the brief pause he continued on his path again hoping the hunter wasn't behind him.
Without looking over his shoulder, relying on his hearing to determine any danger Nero ran as fast as he could away from the battle scene. Just in case the hunter was still following him, he deemed it wise to not go straight back to Devil May Cry. He ran a few blocks and hid in another alley until the coast was clear and his heart stopped pounding.
Nero's head was swimming with what all had just happened. Nobody had ever made a big deal about him being part demon before, of course most everyday people wouldn't know. This man had drawn a weapon on him like he was a stray dog. He removed the belt he was wearing and cinched it around his upper thigh to control some of the bleeding. It would probably be closed up by the time he reached the office, but he didn't want to chance losing more blood than necessary with the psycho on the loose.
"Dante will never let me live this down," thought Nero to himself. "The old man loves seeing me get beaten; like he takes joy in my pain- fucking sadist." He let out a sigh and sheathed Yamato. Nero still held blue rose in his left hand, and did so all the way back to Devil May Cry.
Oh my, what has Nero gotten himself into!? I hope to update again within the week. Also Spring Break is coming up which means I will either get a lot of writing done, or I won't write a single word... Either way, I hope you liked this chapter and the next one will be out soon.
