Whelp. Here it is. Part 2 of the rewrite. Going to keep chugging along with Chapter 3 and on, so who knows! There may be a new chapter up soon! This chapter actually didn't change all that much since I myself was pretty happy with it and I couldn't think of anyway to change it, but I still encourage you to reread it. Just keep in mind that I have no beta to help me with any mistakes or inconsistencies you may see.

BTW Disclaimer: Still doesn't belong to me. *sighs*

"Where is he?" Brown boots tapped an impatient staccato against the dark gray pavement, splashing occasionally in a puddle of water as their owner paced back and forth. The area was littered with broken bits of a fountain, casting shadows everywhere in the setting sun. "He said it would only take him a couple of hours to get here and it's been over four since I called him. Will he hurry his ass up already so I can beat him up for being so late?"

The boots stopped their pacing as the owner slammed his fist against a large chunk of stone. It crumbled under the force of his punch, exposing the setting sun as he pulled it away. He had unconsciously swung with his right hand, forgetting for a moment how different it was from his left. The boots began to pace again, each step echoing loudly in the quieting city.

"Calm down Nero. He said he would be here, so he will get here eventually. Maybe he found some demons on his way here and is busy getting rid of them." Kyrie said as she reached towards him in an effort to try and calm down her boyfriend. It was easy to see that Nero was becoming impatient, something that he was well known for. Dante was already over two hours late and they couldn't head out in the dark. They wouldn't be able to see where they were going and they would have to wait until morning.

"Seriously, if you're going to be late, then don't tell someone you'll be there in a few hours."

Kyrie walked up to Nero and gently pulled him towards a bench they had set up temporarily to allow workers to rest. Pulling him down so he would sit with her, she placed her hands on his. Nero relaxed slightly, grateful that Kyrie wasn't uncomfortable with him at all. His arm made most people skirt around him when they walked.

"There's no real sense to be pacing while you're waiting for him." Kyrie said softly. "We both know that you can't head out this late and we can't force Dante to hurry."

Nero sighed. "You're right." He gently pulled his left hand out from under hers and placed his arm around her shoulders, leaning back on the bench. "Though it wouldn't have hurt him to at least call. I could have stayed and helped out the town a bit more."

Kyrie and Nero had spent the day helping the town rebuild, with Nero putting his all into it. He wanted people to know that he wouldn't hurt them. He had told himself over and over again that he would endure exile if it was forced upon him, but until then he would try damn hard to make them understand. At first they avoided him, realizing that it was him who had crushed the face of the 'Savior' statue. They didn't know if he would turn and attack him like the countless other demons that had flooded the town. But as they saw Nero using his arm to lift the larger pieces of concrete and easily carry them to one pile, all but a few joined him; picking up smaller chunks and placing them in the same pile.

Those who didn't help him called him cursed and stayed far away from wherever he was working. When one stopped midway in a job and looked at him in disgust before walking away, Nero could only shrug. He muttered 'you can't please them all' before finishing the job the man had left.

They sat on the bench for a while before Nero became restless and jumped back up to pace some more. Nero was ready to get going an hour ago and Kyrie knew that he was slowly getting tired. She looked towards the water and sighed, starting to feel restless herself. Putting her hands together in front of her, she silently prayed that Dante would show up soon as Nero punched the wall once again.

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Dante stepped off the small boat he had "borrowed" and onto the pier of Port Caerula, surveying the surroundings. The last time he was here he didn't really get a chance to actually see anything, so he took his time getting to the opera house. The town really was a beautiful place to visit, and he bet that it was an even better place to live. He could see the charm in living in a place that didn't depend greatly on modern technology like back at Devil May Cry, but it wasn't for him. He was naturally inclined to avoid towns that knowingly built around a Hell Gate and worshiped his father, Sparda.

Heading into the city, he walked slowly and looked around at the damage that was left, ignoring the few people that were no doubt whispering about him. It had only been a month, but the progress they were making was incredible. All of the overturned cars had been cleared away and the buildings were all fixed up. It looked that only a few places in and around the opera house were in need of repair. Plus the castle needed to be cleared out, but no one wanted to go there except him and the kid.

Finally done with his small walk around, Dante deemed it time to head to the opera house. As he neared, he looked up ahead and watched the two people in front of him for a few minutes. Nero was pacing back and forth and Kyrie sitting down looking at him worriedly. He saw the kid stop and punch the wall next to him, taking out a pretty good chunk of the wall out with it. He heard some muttering and Kyrie was gesturing, trying to calm him down. When she turned and looked towards the port, her mouth opened slightly at seeing him. He quickly put his finger to his lips, and she closed her mouth, nodding slightly.

Dante quickly jumped up onto the short building behind Nero and Kyrie and sat down to listen for a while longer. He watched Nero pace around some more until he punched the wall again. "Damn him. Why is he so late? If he doesn't show up soon, I'll go out and find him myself, kick his ass and then drag his unconscious body back here."

"Aw, come on kid, would you really do that to someone with such a pretty face like mine? That's a bit harsh you know." All he got for an answer was a gun in his face. He put his hands up in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, I can take a hint." He jumped down and brushed his coat off. "Are we going to get going or just hang around here all day?"

Nero glared at him. "We would have been able to leave today if you hadn't been over two hours late." He put his gun away, now knowing that it was only Dante showing up and not one of the demons that liked to poke their head out every now and then. "But now it's too late we wouldn't even get to the castle till after dark, plus the cliff edge that we would have to walk on in the dark; so we can't head out until tomorrow morning. Unless you feel like spending the night in the cold, damp mines."

"I'll pass. Besides, getting over here wasn't exactly easy, I had to find a boat to borrow and that was hard enough in itself." He wisely left out that he had been wandering around the town for the last hour and half. "Well if we're not leaving tonight I could go for a strawberry sundae and a pizza. But without olives." He got odd looks from both of them and he shrugged. "What? I can't have favorite foods?"

Nero just shrugged, his anger forgotten, mentally crediting Dante's lateness with him trying to find a way to the island. Finding a boat that would travel here late in the evening was near impossible. "I just never put you as someone who liked to eat pizza and strawberry sundaes. Well, I guess we can get you a place to sleep for the night and then get going in the morning. But now let's go eat." He took Kyrie's hand in his and the three of them headed into town to find a restaurant.

The next morning Dante woke up with the sun shining in his room at Nero's house. The dream that had woken him up was fading out of his memory faster than he could remember even having it. He stretched out on the bed and rubbed his face, trying to relax back into sleep again. Being more accustomed to sleeping in his chair or on the loveseat at the office, a bed was a welcomed change. The thought about moving his bedroom downstairs so he could sleep on a bed more often crossed his mind and he chuckled. What would Trish think about that one? She would probably would roll her eyes at him and tell him to not be so lazy. He rolled back over so the sun fell on his back and fell asleep until Nero came and pounded on his door to wake up. Stretching until he felt his bones crack, he yawned and began to get dressed. I hope those two will at least let me grab some breakfast, he mused as his stomach growled.

Putting his coat on, he slung his sword onto his back and walked down the stairs while sliding Ebony and Ivory into their places behind his back. He met up with Nero in the mudroom and the two of them walked out the door. Kyrie was waiting for them outside the house with a bag and Dante looked at her questioningly, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"You're not going to be coming with us are you? I hope not, it could get pretty dangerous." Dante turned to Nero and gave him a look of disappointment. "I hope you aren't stupid enough to tell her that she could come with."

Kyrie shook her head and picked up the bag that was sitting on the ground next to her. "No, I didn't plan on coming with you guys. I just came here to give this to you guys." She smiled and held out the bag she was holding towards them. "There's lunch in there for when you get up to the castle." She blushed. "It's nothing to big, just some sandwiches."

Dante took the bag from her hands with a grin on his face. "Aw, thanks a ton. I'm starving and any food made by you will be sure to fill us up." He opened the bag up and grabbed a sandwich out of the bag, taking a bite out of it with a groan. "Nero, you got yourself a good cook there." He said, swallowing. "Don't let her get away from you, not too many females have such a talent to make a simple sandwich this good."

Both Nero and Kyrie blushed as they looked at each other. It was as plain as day that the two of them were in love, and Dante secretly promised them that he would do anything he could to keep them together. It wasn't easy being part demon and it was even harder to find someone who could wholly accept it either. He knew himself the troubles of opening up to someone who couldn't accept the demon part of him. A certain dark haired someone crossed his mind and he shook his head clear it. There was no way she would ever accept him, she was too in love with money and had too much hate in her heart for any type of demon.

Dante waited until Nero had said his goodbyes to Kyrie and gave her a shy kiss on the cheek; they headed down the road towards Fortuna Castle. They walked out to the port and turned towards the bridge that would bring them to the old mines. Threading through the tunnels and up the path they walked out into the place where a miner town used to sit. The two of them stopped as they remembered fighting against the great demon Berial here. Nero remembered how he had almost beaten him only to have him retreat and Dante remembered how disappointing his death was.

"Such a anti-dramatic end, nothing major." Nero looked at Dante and he continued. "When Berial realized that he had to either retreat again or kill me, he put all of his energy into one last attack. I only had to shoot him once more to finish it and I was disappointed with how he died. It was only a few small sparks, not the grand fireworks display that I thought would happen."

"Oh, I see. So you were the one who destroyed the gate also? What exactly kept it running? I guess I originally thought that you had made them so you were the only one that could destroy them. Now I know better." His eyes darkened as the memory of Sanctus crossed his mind and he kicked at the dirt, knocking over a sign that miraculously survived the fires. He read the words Mundus Vivendi Mining Co. before flipping it back over with a flick his foot.

Dante shrugged noticing Nero's sudden change in attitude. "Nothing major really, just a devil's arm that gave me endless swords that could hang in the air and would explode when I snapped my fingers. It was amusing to watch the demons walk around sticking themselves with the swords before exploding." Dante chuckled as he remembered how the weapon had felt in his hands and the thrill at seeing his opponents explode at his whim.

"They exploded at your command? You may just have to let me try that out later." Nero's spirit rose back up with the prospect of trying out a new weapon.

"Sure, we can do that as long as that arm of yours doesn't suck it in. On second thought, how about you try out Agni and Rudra first. That way if they get pulled in we can take precautions."

"Agni and Rudra? What are those?" Nero asked, thoroughly confused. "Are they some other type of weapon?"

Dante laughed. "You bet. They can get a little talkative but are good fighters when it comes down to it."

"Wait. Talkative? What do you mean by that?" Nero said as he grabbed onto Dante's arm. "You mean to tell me that there are weapons that can speak?"

"Yep, though not many chose to do so. They did come from a devil's soul. I've only come across a few in all my years of finding them and let me tell you. It's not always a picnic. Especially when they don't know when to shut up." He clapped his hands together and took off in the direction of the truck that somehow avoided being completely destroyed. "Well, we better get going if we want to get back as soon as we can. I'd liked to see what else Kyrie could cook." He rubbed his stomach in appreciation. "If she can make sandwiches taste that good, I'd like to see what else she cooks up."