A/N: Yeah! I'm typing my fourth chapter of the day! Woot! I feel really, really accomplished even though you guys won't see this until Thursday but whatever! I feel awesome! I'm up a little later than I intended but whatever, chapter time!
Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry or the sexy half devil's that live there.
StawberryHollow: I'm working on it, just be patient, I must keep up with my other stories as well ;p I'm glad you like it though and thanks for the review!
Forgetting One's Strength
Nero growled again, feeling demonic strength roil through him, it was addictive and more powerful than his own, his own he could handle but this… this was insane. He could feel his hands turn to claws, something he'd felt only once before, and red sparks danced off his body.
"Kid… calm down…" Dante said, trying to get the younger to relax and let the energy slip away.
"Why should I?" the now elder asked, his voice dropping an octave or two into a low growl "I can totally kick your ass like this." He felt wings spread from his back and he twitched them experimentally along with the tail that slid down along his legs, with a vicious snarl he let the energy go, the rest of the Trigger completing in an instant.
Dante was now panicked; he tried to call out for Rebellion and belatedly realized that she wouldn't come to him. Shit, he thought to himself, ducking underneath Nero's wide swing and leaping out of the bathroom in the same motion. One thing he did notice right away is that the teen's body was a heck of a lot more agile than his own, and a ton more flexible. Nero roared and sprung after him, a manic grin on his face. The larger male grabbed his own ankle and sent Dante tumbling to the ground where he twisted around and tried to reach out with his Devil Bringer in an attempt to even out the fight. To the partial devil's horror, it didn't work; the red demon saw the look on his face and smirked.
"You know how long it took me to perfect that trick? There's no way that you'll be able to do it right off the bat."
"Playing dirty are we?" Dante grinned; he did know a few things about his own body that he could work to his advantage. He snagged Nero's tail as it swung overhead and pulled, hard. The half devil let out a roar of pain and it gave the teen just enough time to escape, he leapt over the railing to the office, landing a bit more awkwardly than intended. He heard the red devil getting to his feet and as a ditch effort tried Triggering, searching through the smaller male's mind for the spark that allowed him to Trigger in his own body. He found it and released it just in the nick of time as Nero came barreling down the stairs.
"Shit kid, this is all you've got?" Dante felt weak, at least in comparison to the power he was accustomed to in his own Trigger.
"Yeah, and you're going down." The elder grinned and went after his partner who managed to dodge a few times before the drain of the Trigger was too much and he had to let it go, when he did Nero pinned him to the closest wall. A flash from his arm and a cold presence near his fingertips made Dante reach out and grab hold of Cerberus, suffice to say the devil arm was not happy with being used by someone other than its master and immediately began to freeze the teen's hand.
Hearing his own voice cry out in pain drew Nero to his senses and he shoved the powerful demonic instincts back, feeling the Trigger ebb away.
"Dante?"
"Get it off!" the younger shouted, yanking at the ice that was beginning to crawl up his human arm.
"How?!" Nero panicked, fingers hesitating over the icy nunchaku.
"Tell it to… let me go…" the elder groped around in the foreign mind, Dante's way of sensing demonic presences was a little different from his own, he found it, and it sounded like an angry dog.
"Let go of him." He said it aloud, not quite sure how to communicate with the devil arm mentally. Thankfully it listened, the ice receded and Dante let out a sigh of relief, trying to rub warmth back into his hand. He then scratched the back of his head.
"I suppose we should start over." The partial devil said, feeling pretty embarrassed.
"Yeah…" Nero let go of the smaller male's shoulder's and headed over to the couch where he flopped into it gratefully.
"So… I'm in your body and you're in mine." Dante said, joining the elder slayer on the beat up cushions.
"Sure seems that way, how did this happen though?"
"Do you remember anything from yesterday evening?"
"No, do you?"
"No, I have a feeling if we found out, we'd have our answers."
"But how do we find out something that neither of us can remember?" the half devil asked looking down at his hands, it felt so weird to be without his Devil Bringer, his right arm felt almost… naked.
"I don't know, I say we figure that out in the morning." Dante followed Nero's gaze and then looked down at the hands he currently had. "This is kinda strange." He flexed the claws of the Devil Bringer, the light flickering a little.
"You get used to it." Nero said, already missing his own body.
"I'm sure, it's mostly the glow though, how do you sleep?" the teen asked, the half devil snorted.
"How do you sleep through half the day?"
"Touche, well, speaking of sleeping, I think we best get back what we can." Dante got to his feet and then stumbled, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he collapsed.
A/N: Yes, speaking of sleep, I should get some of that too… XD
Till next time,
-Winged Element
