sorry everybody for the wait! exam week is coming up so...yeah it sucks.
Dante: so happy i ain't in skool.
Moonlight; maybe you should be in School.
Dante: whatever. i don't give a damn.
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own the sey white haired devil we all know and love;(
Chapter 1
Nero
Sixteen years later.
There was a dark aura surrounding me, like shadows in a living form would be. Surprisingly, I was not frightened by the eerie nature of the place, almost as if I'd known it my whole life. A rough, dark fabric obstructed my vision, keeping me unaware of the world outside. I desperately wanted to know, especially when large cracks of noise rippled outside my confined space. I was in the arms of a stranger… or at least I thought it was a stranger? They felt familiar, but also much unknown. I hear a soft cry, is that me? And then it is followed by the soft whispers of the person holding me. I can see light flash through the blanket, and I keep my eyes shut in fear. Soon I hear voices, sometimes loud, sometimes quiet; the two voices are distinctly different from each other. One is loud and boisterous, almost frantic, while the other is soft, almost weak in tone compared to the other. There is tight grip around me, but it is comforting, and I continue to get curious about who this mysterious figure is. Their scent is so inviting, it is clean and fresh, but there is also something there…something inhuman. Suddenly, the blanket is torn off my eyes, and I'm gazing into a pair of bright cerulean, that are scarily unfamiliar, but still distinctly known.
"Goodbye…" the orbs seem to say.
"guh!" I wake up abruptly; startled by the nightmare I had a moment's earlier
I panted softly, my bare chest heaving rapidly as a cold sweat ran down my back.
"What the fuck was all that about?" I exclaim, shaking my head furiously.
I look over at the alarm clock…it is ten past eleven.
Shit…the old man's gonna kill me.
I hurriedly throw the sheets off me, yank on a pair of blue pants and a shirt, brush my teeth and jog down the stairs to the living room.
When I reach the quaint space, I could of facepalmed.
The old man was sprawled across the beat up couch, half his body hanging off the ledge, an empty beer in his hand and a box of pizza on his face. Then I wondered why I never invited friends over…
I sigh heavily.
"Hey, Dad, wake up…"
No response.
"Oi! Old man…hello, time to get up!"
Silence…
"Get the fuck up!" a punch to the gut and the old man's tumbling to the hardwood floor.
"Fuck! What the hell? Nero you useless little shit!" He yells, throwing a fist in my direction, which I dodge nimbly.
"That's what you get for not responding!" I scold, my arms crossed against my chest.
He yawns, stretching his shirtless back and limbs.
"What time is it?"
Crap…now I'm gonna get it…
"It's eleven sixteen now." I wince; the demon hunter was surely going to be pissed off about the hours we've lost.
Surprisingly, he just rubs his chest, a loud belch being released into the air.
"…That's it?" I question cautiously, still not sure what his reaction might be.
"I don't get it...how do you want me to react?"
"It's not that, I just thought you'd react…differently. You know, throwing punches to my face, exclaiming how useless I am, etcetera etcetera…" I admit honestly.
"That's how I would've usually reacted, but today we're gonna visit an old friend of mine…" he comments indifferently.
At this point, I am completely at a loss for words. Here I am, worrying for my life only for the bastard to say so nonchalantly that he's not gonna kick my ass when he could've saved me the damn trouble! Oh well, I guess it can't be helped.
"Whatever, I'm going back to sleep." I grunt, when a forceful hand stops me.
"Actually…we're gonna leave right about now, it's a pretty long journey."
As we travel past the gates of the great Fortuna city, I begin to wonder even more about who this mysterious person might be. I stare at my old man's leather covered back, there is a certain excitement building up in his system that I can sense as we get ever closer to our destination.
The world outside my home is somewhere I could never imagine to live in. the nameless city is grimy, destroyed and utterly revolting. Sure I've visited this area times before, we occasionally get work from the government that beg us to do the job for less than what it is worth, but I usually can't wait until we leave this place.
My old man used to live in this area, opened up the original Devil May Cry shop here.
'Those were the days when I was crazier and wilder than you' he would always say when the topic was brought up. I would only chuckle, unable to imagine the already rowdy man's behaviour being twenty times worse.
It was late afternoon now, the dust swirling around the cracked pavement, the pollution from the many factories clouding the air, a perfect setting for any highly populated city. Except the difference was, there was nobody here. It was basically a ghost town, excluding the occasional miserable passerby we encountered on our way.
I sigh, the city is no different from when I was last here, and I'm not sure if it will ever change for the better. The difference between this place and Fortuna is mind boggling I swear.
I am silent most of the way there, mainly in thought. Usually I'd be talking nonsense with the old man, whether it'd be about hot girls or pizza, it always reassured me that there was a special bond between me and my dad…though sometimes I felt that there was a missing link between us-
"Oi! Nero I'm talking to you!" I hear an irritated growl from my right, snapping me out of thought.
"Wha-?" I answer, still dazed.
"What the hell is wrong with ya, kid? Usually I'd be telling you to shut up right about now…what's going on?"
I stay quiet, still not sure myself what was actually wrong with me.
I sigh, for I know the old man won't shut up about it until I told him something.
"Nothing, just thinking about this strange nightmare that I've been having lately..." I groan out as nonchalantly as I could, hoping he might drop the subject.
He's thoughtful for a minute, as we continue our hike through the destroyed streets.
Suddenly, there is a sharp pang on the back of my head. The movement is so quick, that it lirerally knocks me off my feet and I crash roughly to the ground.
"OW! What the hell, you old bastard!" I accuse, rubbing my sore skull.
The devil hunter chuckles, patting the butt of his gun, ivory on his hand, the blunt weapon used in my abuse.
"C'mon kid, you know when I ask you a question I want the whole story, not just a teaser."
I grunt, picking my mass up of the dusty ground.
"Jeez…you know there's this thing parents have nowadays, it's called compassion." I spat, walking further ahead of him, a precaution just in case he decides to assault me again.
"Maybe you haven't noticed, but I'm not like other parents…" he shrugs, his laid back attitude always got to me in situations like this.
"Grr…"
But I couldn't even make a comment if I wanted to, for a giant swarm of hell prides spawned around us.
"Oh great …hold that thought Nero, we'll talk later…" he grunts, unsheathing his prized possession, Rebellion.
I grin sadistically, unsheathing my Red Queen in a similar fashion; the adrenaline was starting to flow quickly through my veins.
Together, we cut down the abominations with practiced fluidly and precision, something we perfected over many times performing our lethal dance.
We twist, turn and flip through the air, leaving the fading particles of our victims to linger for a moment of time. With each fallen enemy would come an even greater sense of enjoyment that pulsed through my system. I could hear the old man having the time of his life, slashing his blunt weapon through the cores of a hoard of Hell prides.
Even after a while of slicing our way through the pathetic group of low-ranking demons, it seemed as if the flow at which they would appear would never stop.
"Jeez…not how I wanted to spend my day off." I shake my head, back pressed against the red leather of my old man, both of us surrounded by the disgusting creatures that wouldn't stop bursting out of hell like it was some damn popcorn machine.
"Well sometimes life throws a curve ball at ya, kid…and you just got to learn how to deal with'em."
I roll my eyes, when suddenly I hear the whizzing of some heavy firearm fly through the air.
"Brace yourself!" I scream as we both lunge ourselves to the ground.
A large explosion breaks out behind us, the blood curdling scream of the Hell prides beginning to fade as their bodies disintegrated.
After a moment's more on the hardened concrete, we both get to our feet, still unaware of what could've possibly just happened.
What shocks me is the old demon hunter's reaction.
"Huh…should've known that you'd show up around here soon…Lady." the tone of his voice isn't harsh or annoyed like it usually is when addressing a stranger, but rather more relaxed and cheery.
"What can I say, not like it's the first time I saved your ass from some tiny little demons." a feminine, seductive voice replies.
The air clears, revealing a woman with short spiky hair, short shorts, a blazer exposing her excellent buxom and a freakishly large missile launcher type thing that was hung over her shoulder.
Guess that's the thing that almost got my head blown off…I think grouchily.
"Funny seeing you here, was just comin to 'yer place for a visit." he smiles, blue orbs twinkling.
He takes her hand in his, working his devilish charm on her.
"hm, on such short notice? That's not like you at all Dante…Oh wait…its exactly like you." she rips her hand from his grip shaking off his gesture entirely.
I chuckle; for he'd just been blown off before he could even get to his main string of pick-up lines.
"Shut up." he growls, turning to look at me from over his shoulder.
The woman suddenly looks curiously over at me, then to Dante. There is a secret message being passed between them that I can sense. My suspicions are only proven right when the demon hunter gives a slight nod.
I was about to ask something, when the woman intervenes.
"Well, it looks like you got busy while I was gone…" she gives a coy smile, throwing her head in my direction.
"Oh please, it was a one night thing…the kid's a bastard." the old man stretches his arms outward into a shrug.
I roll my eyes, slipping the headphones I kept with my around my neck, playing the music to full blast.
"Well we ain't accomplishing anything here. Come on, let's head to my place."
A/N: I apologize in advance if Nero seems a little ooc, but HEAR ME OUT! Ok, personally I believe that since in my story, Nero was raised by Dante basically all his life, he would still retain his non-caring, wild-ass attitude, but maybe just a little more turned down. Let's face it, we all know who's the grown up in their house! Also, Nero actually has a parent in this story, rather than him not knowing his origin like in DmC4. so, I thought he might have a few slight changes to his personality, but let me know what you think