A/N: HOT DAMN, NEW CHAPTER. I'm so sorry i couldn't hold up my promise of an update a week, guys! The day after uploading the first chapter, my computer died! It's a ten year old laptop, with windows XP, so i guess i expected to die sooner or later! Anzywayz, new chapter for this story! More plot, More details, and other things! This will be quite the interesting one indeed! Enjoy, friends.

Disclaimer: I don't own Devil May Cry. Nero and Dante are property of capcom, as are Kyrie, Trish, Credo, and any other characters from the games. I am simply using them for this story, which i am earning no money from. Thank you for not suing me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter Two: Lunch Time~~~~~~~~~~~

Lunch didn't come quick enough for Dante, yet all too quick for Nero. Realizing that Dante was indeed going to follow him, he sighed and headed to the lunch room. Dante followed, and saw Kyrie and Credo coming towards them. They greeted Nero, but paused when they spotted Dante. Nero explained.

"Hey guys. This is Dante. He's new here, so I decided to let him have lunch with us." They gave him odd looks, and he groaned.

"It was his idea." He explained further. They seemed to understand now. Credo spoke up.

"Come on guys. You know the drill. Except Dante...We usually just have me go get everyone's lunches, which they give me the money for. One of the lunch ladies up there knows us." He explained. Dante looked confused.

"Here, why don't you come with me? You can tell the lady what you'll be wanting most days." Credo said. His eyes told Dante that he would explain, so the larger silverette agreed. Nero and Kyrie went to find an empty table.

Once in line, Dante turned to Credo.

"Hey, buddy, what's the deal here?" He asked. Credo looked at him.

"It's about Nero. He has social awkwardness. If we try to get him in line, he'll freeze up. If he even makes it to the lunch lady, he'll mumble. Plus, if both me and Kyrie come up, he'll get nervous and start up one of his many nervous twitchs. You see...Nero's adopted. His parents died when he was young, in an...accident. It was on this back road, so no one even found him for four days. He was completely alone for those days. He developed abandonment issues and he assumes the worst."

"Although, It's odd. He actually responded to you? Usually Nero gets nervous and tells anyone who talks to him to fuck themselves with a rusty pipe, end qoute." Credo said, musing over the last bit. Dante thought this all over, well, except the rusty pipe part, before replying.

"So have long have you and Kyrie known him?" He asked. Credo smiled, eyes shining with nostalgia

"Since he entered the orphanage. They mostly let the kids do what they pleased, so we saw him from behind the fence. The orphanage was right across the street from our house, so we would go talk to them. We made friends with him. And we were YOUNG. Like, he replaced his Rs and Ls with Ws." Dante briefly wondered how cute the smaller hybrid would sound if he did that now. Or how retarded. Sometimes he couldn't tell them apart. Realizing he was missing a bit of a nostalgic speel from Credo, Dante tuned back in.

"Anyway, that's pretty much why I come up here. So Nero doesn't have to, and Kyrie can stay with him. He's like a brother to us." He concluded. Dante nodded, and then saw it was their turn to order.

They headed back towards their table, Dante noticed Nero was pretty much resting on the table. One arm under his chin, the other stretched out in front of him. Kyrie was messing with his hair a bit. Dante felt a spike of jealousy and glanced at Credo questioningly.

"Oh, that? Nero likes when you mess with his hair. No, he's not dating Kyrie. He doesn't even like her like that. She just likes his hair, mostly because It's silver. Well, Nero doesn't like when you touch a certain spot on his head. It's in the back a bit under the top of his head. If you rub it, it puts him to sleep. Like, he could be standing, and if you rub it, he'll fall over because he fell asleep. Something about his mother rubbing his head to help him sleep. But he doesn't like it. It's the only way he'll have nightmares." Credo went into another large description. Dante nodded, and walked over to the table. He slid Nero's tray toward the small silverette. Nero stared at it, eyes tilting up to stare at Dante. Said man groaned.

"Oh, come ON, Nero. I went through all the work of carrying that over to you, and you don't even say thank you?" Dante complained loudly, playfully. Nero frowned.

"Thank you." He mumbled. Dante leaned forward, a grin appearing on his face.

"Hmm? What was that?" He teased. Nero whined, sitting up.

"Thank you." Nero said, voice still quiet. Dante grinned like a fool.

"Can't hear you~" He said mockingly, voice sing song. Nero snarled.

"THANK YOU. There, fuck! You fucking happy, asshat?!" Nero snapped, voice a borderline roar. Dante fell back in shock, falling flat on his ass right into his seat. He paused for a moment, before he grinned, leaning forward once more.

"Why, yes Nero. I am happy." He replied.

Nero proceeded to facedesk. This guy was gonna piss him right the fuck off.

~~~~~~~~~End of Chapter Two~~~~~~~~~

There you go! Finally, we get an update. Hope you liked this one, because i liked writing it. Hopefully i can update more often. A word of warning, the next chapter contains possibly offending content. There will be a warning in the beginning note, and i will make it clear that there is a way to skip the section for those of you not willing to read that so that you can enjoy the story more thoroughly. Farewell, friends. Until next time, this has been Rainy. -RainyDayLove808