AN/ Wholely crap! This turned out longer than I thought it would! Good for you then though, right? Sorry for the long wait. Exams suck. Snow sucks. But hey, I did it! And before Firday! But I really wanna know hatcha think.
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A New House Guest?
Saint Phoenix was a hellava place. Four bars, one on each side of the room, a heavy smell of an array of drugs hung in the air, the music was beyond loud, aAnd the strippers, of both genders, were smoking hot! All of which Nero loved. He didn't want to be in the 'real' world as he came to call it. It was filled with nothing but heart ache and sorrow. Here he felt like nothing mattered. Maybe that was the alcohol… or the drugs, but he didn't care.
But the one person he thought of last on his list of places to possible go was Dante. But there he was. Drinking like he owned the place. Not that anyone could tell. Only a demonic nose could pick up all the scents he was giving off. Beer, alcohol, leather, drugs, gunpowder, cologne…. It was making Nero hard just smelling the older man.
He'd admitted to himself that he'd fallen for the older man hard during the little time they'd spent together during the Savior incident. And when he left Fortuna, his first thought, rather, his devilsides' first thought was to go straight to the older man he knew next to nothing about. What if Dante had a girlfriend? A family? It wasn't Nero's right to just intrude Dante's life because his had gone to hell.
He was getting ready to turn away and leave. He'd been there since at least 5 that afternoon. (He was overdue for some good shuteye) But when a strangely gloved hand grabbed his shoulder, he couldn't help but feel a little happy.
"Kid! Didn't except to see you here." Dante's voice cut through the crowd easily. After all, neither he nor Dante had to really speak up. They were half demons after all.
"I'm not a kid!" Nero shot at the older half demon who only laughed. Dante couldn't help it. There was just something about pissing off the younger man that made him smile and love him even more.
"Sure, sure. Kid." Dante laughed harder at the face Nero made at him. Thankfully the younger man didn't hive his weapons o him or else he'd have at least twenty holes in his head. "So, what brings you to Crona? That girl of your leave you?" The sudden change in the younger man's attitude told Dante he hit a soft spot. Obviously, his good guessing skills weren't failing him.
Nero bit his llower lip, not sure if he really wanted to tell Dante what had happened the night. Could he? Sure, Dante was like him, but was the man trustworthy? Or would he just laugh at his face? Nero didn't have time to think it over as he was pulled though the crowd, towards some stairs he presumed lead elsewhere in the building. Though, he'd just figured it was only for the owner of the bar(?) to go up there. Maybe his earlier observation was more true than he first thought.
They made it past the two overly big body guards, up the velvet covered stairs and into a much quitter room before Dante had let go of Nero.
"Figured it'd be easier to talk without all those drunk around us." Dante answered Nero's unasked question, knowing full well what the younger man would ask him. "Sides, been wanting someone to tell me what they think on this room."
Nero blinked, then looked around. It waws an ovalish room. Erotic designs covered the walls, a huge window allowed them to see the crowd below. Which Nero found a=odd because he didn't recall ever seeing a window from down on the dance floor. Then again, he hadn't really looked for on either. A small bar was off to the side, an assortment of drinks laid out across the counter. Red sofas were lined in a half circle, a low table in front of them, more drinks laid out across it. A flat screen TV was hanging on the wall, under it was a stereo system.
"Why a stereo system when there's a whole club downstairs?"
"So I don't go deaf listening to it. And I can listen to whatever I want." Dante flopped down onto one of the red sofas. "But you didn't answer my question, Kid."
"Not. A. Kid!" Nero said though gritted teeth. No matter how much he like the red clad man, he still had a way of just ticking him off. "But it is nice. Didn't know you owned a club."
"I don't" Dante sighed. "My… mate does."
"Oh…" Nero said. So Dante did have someone… but the way he said it made Nero think that he wasn't happy with his 'mate'. "Don't like her or something?"
"Not 'her', 'he'." Dante corrected the younger man. "Sure, he's got a body most would kill for, but no, I don't like him. And theirs nothing I can do because of demonic laws."
"Demonic Laws?" Nero knew nothing about that. Since when did demons have laws? Was he suppose to follow them as well?
"You wouldn't know of them. Being as I suspect that you've even taken the time to even see if a demon is mated or not." Dante kicked the table, a bottle flying perfectly into his hand as the other motioned for the younger man to sit down. "And you never answered my question. Did that girl of your leave you?"
Nero bit his lower lip again. He really didn't want to tell Dante… but Nero realized that Dante'd changed the subject.
"What? Not gunna tell me about your mate issue?"
Damm, the kid was good. Dante knew something was bothering the kid. Just from the way he smelled. But neither of them bwere getting anywhere.
"Alright kid. I'll tell you about my issue only if you tell me about yours." Dante said nonchalantly drinking his beer.
Nero sat back and looked at the seiling. Dante was good. Info for info.
"Alright…" he sighed. "She didn't just leave me. She… she had me run out of town. The whole Order came after me. And she lead it all. Then the whole town burned for some odd reason. Smelled like pizza actually."
Dante remained quite and for a moment, Nero thought the red clad man had fallen asleep from drinking to much. Then he heard a short snort.
"That's what he did with all those pizza boxes." Dante muttered.
"Who did what?"
"My mate happens to be a demon. With very little human blood flowing through him. Just enough to give him an human appearance and a human half. But we're only mated because his devilside wanted me." Dante started.
"So why not kill him?" Nero inquired. Someone of Dante's strength should be able to take on any demon and come out on top.
"That would normally work, but…" Dante finished off his beer, kicking the table to f=get another. "He's a Dragon. The most rarest and most powerfulest of all demons. And due to demonic laws, now that he's my mate, he feels pain, I feel pain. He's mad, I'm mad. He's horny, I'm horny. He dies, I die. Got it Kid? I'm stuck with him till he decides he doesn't want me anymore. Which usually results in death."
Nero blinked. Demons had a lot more to them that Nero thought. What other laws were there that he didm't know about?
"That's… insane."
"Tell me about it."
The room fell quite, which made Nero wnder if the room wasn't soundproof or something. It probably was.
"So where you staying." Nero nearly jumped off the couch as Dante spook to him. The motion earned a light laugh, Nero, however, was not amused.
"A hotel. Why?" Why did Dante care where he was staying?
"Why don't you come live with me at Devil May Cry?"
Nero stared at the red clad man. "Why?" Was all he could think to say. "What about your-"
"Two reasons. First and foremost, to piss my mate off. And second, I know that you only have so much money. And coming here every night probably ain't helping much. So stay with me. You'll have to pay some sort of rent of course. But I'll give you a job. After all, I hunt demons. You ain't bad at it yourself kid."
'Say yes…' Nero's devilside purred. 'You'll be close to what you desire…' Nero wasn't quite sure he should be listening to his demon. Sure it'd become more vocal and useful in the last year since the whole Savior incident, but it also tended to get him into trouble.
"So whatcha say kid?"
"Quite calling me kid! And… yes, I'll go with you."
AN/ So? Good? Bad? Hate it? Love it? Annoyed? Tell me whatcha think!
-C'ya!
January 22, 2014
