This might be the end. I dunno let me know if I should continue. Is my writing ok?

Ch 2

The ash haired boy waited outside anxiously. It wasn't so unlike his older counterpart to be last to jump in line for anything that required work, or effort for that matter, but it was nevertheless irritating. Nero sometimes found that trait weirdly endearing; he couldn't help but grin a little. Typical Dante.

The moody teen taped his foot impatiently (maybe not that endearing). Patience certainly wasn't his virtue.

"Dante!" He yelled craning his neck, "Get your wrinkly old ass out here!"

Nero glared hard at the door. If he doesn't walk out here in the next two seconds…

Apparently sensing his partner's annoyance Dante emerged right on time. But not without a retort.

"Geez, kid. Calm down, You seem extremely moody today." He walked right on past him without locking eyes. He waited until his back was facing Nero. Although he could feel the boy's eyes stabbing him in the back.

"Is it someone's time of the month?" He only turned to get a glance of Nero's reaction. Which was lightly shaded and graced with a angry pout. Cute.

"By the way," he gestured ostentatiously "Seems like team Estrogen split."

The boy's anger faded replaced with intrigue. "What do you mean. I thought Lady and Trish were the only ones who actually liked my idea."

Thinking back on the idea…it was a little unlike Nero. But unlike Dante, Nero wasn't afraid to actually do some cleaning. Dante could kill some of the grimiest, terrifying, and revolting demons out there. He did not fear them. He was terrified of cleaning. He'd destroyed his shop for than once.

"We got a call."

Nero's face fell. He smacked his demon hand to his forehead. It's bright glowing gave his embarrassment away. It was Dante's way of knowing what Nero's true emotions were, despite his standoffish exterior.

"Ow."

A heavy hand landed on Nero's shoulder, pushing out a breath. Dante's hand lingered there as he spoke, rubbing his thumb between his shoulder blades.

"It's OK kid. I stayed behind for a reason, didn't I?" Nero looked up at his soft smile and couldn't help but return the gesture.

"Well, alright then." He perked up, "What are we waiting for?"

Nero trotted off to retrieve some cleaning supplies while Dante when to the back to drag out the water hose. He doubted it even worked, it had been here when he bought the place.

He cranked the faucet and it wheezed as the water flowed into the tube.

"Hmm."

He inspected the hose to make sure it didn't have any cracks or holes. It didn't. It even had a nozzle for custom water flow. It read Mist, Jet, Shower, Angled. He tried out the jet setting; it had a surprisingly powerful stream. Dante smiled devilishly.

Nero picked up a bottle of dish detergent, a bucket of water, and a few sponges. He figured that it would be enough, considering that there were only two people going to be cleaning. He walked out side and set the items down on the sidewalk, only to notice Dante gone again.

He let out an agitated sigh and leaned his weight on a nearby light post, shifting to relax a bit.

Dante spotted his prey, and carefully approached as to not give away himself. His weapon clutched tightly in his left hand, finger ready on the trigger. He took a few more soft steps and stopped only a foot away from his young partner.

Ksssshh!

The jet stream hit The boy right in the middle of the back, instantly soaking his denim overcoat. Nero jerked around startled by the bullet of water to see Dante whistling while lazily hiding the hose behind his back, water still dripping from the nozzle.

"You're dead." Nero smirked as he whipped off his soggy coat and used it to shield Dante's face as he stole the water hose. Nero flipped out of the elder man's charge and squirted him at point blank range…in the face.

Dante squinted and gurgled as he tried to steal back the hose. Nero laughed happily as be bested the man. That is until Dante kicked knocked his feet out from under him, grabbing the hose as Nero fell. Nero landed on his back and rushed to get back up before Dante could assault him with the spray, but was held in place by Dante's boot on his arm. Dante held the nozzle like a gun, and he was ready to fire. He had to admit he enjoyed their cat and mouse games.

"Any last words?" He smirked

"Yeah…think fast!" Nero grabbed his bucket of water and threw the contents at Dante's stupid smirking face. This was more effective than the tiny stream from the hose. Nero had succeeded in completely drenching Dante's upper half.

"Hah. Take that old man."