New chap would have gone up yesterday but my sis was hogging the laptop. Again big shout out to all who comment and read this fic. hope you enjoy!
The blonde lead him into a small with room with a large oak desk, two chairs one either side of it, a small filling cabinet and a potted plant in the corner. She gestured for him to take a seat before sitting herself in the chair behind the desk. "My name is Trish and I'll be your therapist for today as Mrs Schmidt couldn't make it."
"Great." Nero sighed, rolling his eyes.
"I'm just trying to help Hun." She smiled warmly flipping through the papers in his file.
"I don't need help."
"Obviously someone disagrees or you wouldn't be here in the first place." She shifted one of the pages to the front of the folder. "So" she turned her focus back to Nero "the file says your adoptive brother was killed a month ago and you claim it was the work of demons. Can you tell me a little more about this attack?"
Nero remained silent, glaring daggers at the pot plant in the corner.
"Darling I can't help you if you don't talk to me."
Nero looked back to the blonde "I guess Mrs Schmidt forgot to mention I'm not much of a talker then." Nero huffed
Trish sighed she had hoped this would be easy. "Please. I know you don't want to be here, and the easier you make this the faster we can get through it. So please can you tell me a little more about this attack?"
The kid simply snorted, relaxing into his chair and crossing his arms. "I'm not falling for that one again." He spoke, narrowing his eyes accusingly "you ask me for details, I tell you all about the demons and you just add it to my list of crazy."
"I assure you this is not a trap. I just …" both heads turned to the door as Trish was interrupted by a loud voice outside the door. "Whoa back off Marmaduke!"
Trish's hand came up to meet her face before sliding down it. "Excuse me a minute, Hun." She exhaled as she quickly made her way across the room, opening the door and dragging in a white haired man dressed in red. The very same man Nero had given directions to just the other day.
The man followed Trish back to the desk. "Damn did you see the face on that nurse?" He said while grabbing his cheeks, pulling them downwards and shaking them. "Like one of them big drooly dogs." He laughed.
"Dante!" Trish chastised, perching on top the side of the desk left leg crossing over the right, leaving the chair for Dante.
"And what the hell is he supposed to be." Nero demanded not too pleased that he seemed to have two therapists now. Have they not seen the other nuts in this place?
"Relax kid. Can't a guy just come over to visit his crazy little buddy?" Dante grinned "Nero, wasn't it?"
"Who said we're buddies." Nero shot back.
"Moody." Dante lifted his hands in innocence. "But hey seems you're not the only one in here for believing in demons."
"Huh?"
"Saw them dragging off some dude screaming about devils not knowing what hit them." Dante explained.
Nero thought for a few seconds before replying. "Kind of lanky, short dark hair?"
"Yeah, real dicky hair cut that's the one."
"Sid, He spends most of his time locked in his room because he has a habit of jumping fence and shooting people in town with his water pistols. He believes he's a devil hunter named Dante."
Trish let out a snicker as Dante pulled a discussed face "You have got to be kidding me."
Trish composed herself before turning her attention back to Nero. "So where were we? Oh that's right you not telling me about the demon attack." She sighed before continuing "Okay then perhaps we will get back to that one latter. Your Adoptive parents were killed when you were ten, right? That was also put down as animal attack."
They just had to pull that up didn't they? "Look I'm not still traumatised by that if that's what you're getting at."
"It's not. The report states that you were there just before it happened." Trish asked "Did you see or hear anything?"
Nero's gaze dropped to his feet. "No. I mean I was there but not when it actually happened. We were out in the garden. Credo was out enquiring about joining the Order of the sword and Kyrie had choir practise. Anyway I went to the kitchen to get a drink; I looked out the widow and noticed some kids harassing Kyrie as she came down the street. They had taken her ribbon, I chased them down the street and she followed. She didn't want me getting into another fight and getting in trouble. She… Wait." His head snapped back up to look at Trish and Dante.
"When we were chasing the boys we lost sight of them. I thought I heard them laughing, I paused but Kyrie kept running she spotted them and called out. The demons that attacked Credo they made that same chuckling sound. You think it may have been the same things that killed them?"
Dante and Trish exchanged glances as Trish made an hmm sound. Nero simply sat there for a moment before letting out a frustrated growl and dropping his head back onto the chair and staring at the ceiling. "Fell right it into that one didn't I?"
"What makes you so sure we're against you kid?" Dante asked as he plopped his feet onto the desk leaning back in the chair and folding his arms behind his head.
"Actually you were quite helpful. I had a suspicion the two may have been connected and by the sounds of it I may be right." Trish tucked a few stray hairs behind her ear. "It would help a lot if you told me what they look like."
"Oh, oh I know!" Dante exclaimed raising his hand like a school kid. "Patchwork freaks. That looked like different coloured bits and pieces sewn together with blades for limbs and a fish thing that swam in the gro. right?" Dante turned to the kid his grin growing tenfold.
"Ground, idiot." Nero rolled his eyes.
"Well you didn't say ground you said gro." Dante smirked wickedly.
"I was interrupted." Nero defended.
"Well I can't say I've seen or read about any demon matching that description." Trish pondered.
"Wait you actually believe me?" Nero sat forward in his seat. This was the first time anyone had actually believed him about the demons; maybe these two weren't so bad after all.
"Of Corse we do kid" The older man stated. "I've seen plenty of different demons and devils, Trish too. Hell my own father was one."
Trish couldn't help but facepalm at the last remark.
Nero's eyes narrowed dangerously, his lips curling into a snarl as he stood up. "Fuck you!" he hissed as he flipped the desk.
Trish swiftly jumped off the desk as it began to rise, landing elegantly to the side. Dante on the other hand hadn't been as lucky tumbling ass over head along with the chair. "What the hell." He growled as he got to his feet, rubbing the back of his head.
"You think this is funny." Nero seethed "Let all laugh at the crazy kid!" he yelled.
Did they seriously expect him to believe the man's father was a freaking devil? This may all be a joke to them but not him, hell he was the one who was there when the demons attacked, it was his and Kyrie's brother that was killed and they have the gall to make a joke of it.
Dante was about to say something to try and calm the teen that was about to lunge at him when the door flew open and two male nurses came charging in, one of them grabbed the kid knocking him to the floor as the other injected something into his left arm. After a minute or two Nero's struggling slowed as the drug kicked in. The nurses picked him up by the arms stating that they were returning him to his room before dragging him out of the room and down the hall, the kid glaring daggers at Dante the entire time.
Trish crossed her arms sending Dante an accusing look "You just had to mention your father being a devil didn't you."
