This starts after DMC: YAOI and what their future holds...which is...very unexpected...PLEASE IF YOU DON'T LIKE YAOI THEN GO BOTHER SOMEONE ELSE YOU BASTARDO'S! xD

Anyway...

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING! DMC4 BELONGS TO CAPCOM BUT I WISH DANTE WOULD BE MY BITCH! AND NERO WOULD BE MY SLAVE! :P

I wrote all of these chapters when I was in 8th grade or so. Forgive all the mistakes. I may Rewrite all of these sooner or later

ENJOOOOYYYYYY~~!

Sleepiness...

I yawned as I walked down the stairs. What I really want right now is a damn nap...!

I literally stomp down the stairs to go get a cup of... I know it sounds weird; even for me but, I'm heading to get a cup of... 'milk'.

Milk, milk is such a weird word. Why is milk called milk? It comes from a damn cow! That even makes it sound fucking horrible! I have NO idea why people would even start making the shit.

They have strawberry milk and chocolate milk for damn sake! Well, I used to think the chocolate milk came from a brown cow...So, I should just stop talking about it...

But, it's kind of delicious. So, I'm not really complaining. I grab the milk from the fridge and slam it onto the counter and shove my hand in the cupboard and grabs a cup. Yes, I call it a cupboard instead of a pantry because it sounds better!

I pour the freshly taken out of the fridge milk into the cup and chug it down like a kid on steroids. I sigh and put the cup in the sink and put the milk back in the fridge.

I rub the back of my head as I walk to the couch. Dante is staring at me in awe. I glare over at him and he just turns his head and whistle's like he didn't do anything.

I just roll my eyes and flop down on the couch and yawn. "You seem tired," Dante said whilst reading his favorite fashion magazine. He's a fucking weirdo for looking at fashion magazines, even if it's just to complain about prices and look at the chicks on the pages, which I find extremely retarded.

"Why don't you go take a nap or something.. you might feel better." I groan and stand back up. "Well, I've been sleeping like this for days.. so, I'm used to it..." I head upstairs to take a nap.

For the rest of the day...