Another long wait for one chapter! I gotta get my priorities straight here. Anyway, thanks for the reviews, small as they are. Hopefully I can change that with this chapter, but I had some serious writers block lately that may be incurable... for a week or so maybe.
Have fun, fellow DMC fans!
Devil May Cry: A Hero
An Unlikely Ally
Dante knew this was going to happen. First came the asskicking he delivered to those puppets, then the big reveal, and then there would be 20 questions. After he explains everything to this kid, he's getting himself some relaxation and a shitload of pizza.
"What... did you just say...?" Nero asked him as shocked as someone in his position can be.
"The name's Dante, and I'm your...". He was then interrupted when Nero said "That I understood". "Well in that case, why would you ask it in the first place? Stupid kid..." Dante muttered that under his breath quietly, Nero growing upset from being called stupid. "Say that again asshole!"
Yeah, this was definitely his brother.
Dante told him "Before we get to the whole me kicking your butt around, I'm sure you have lots and lots of questions. But we will get to that in a little bit." Nero started to calm down a bit, but was still upset for this guy talking to him like that.
"Alright, kid, how bout we get a bite to eat?" Dante said, pointing at a closed restaurant down the street. "Come on, kid. Since there ain't no pizza place near here, we might as well settle on some snacks." Dante started walking towards the restaurant with the teen keeping his distance from him, thinking to himself how odd of a guy this Dante person was. When they reached a small gas station, Dante grabbed the handle of the door and, surprisingly, broke it open with no trouble.
"Whoa, whoa, ain't this breaking and entering or something?" the young teen said. Dante replied "Of course it's breaking and entering!" As if completely missing the point, Dante walked forward and went over Dante went around back and grabbed a bunch of chips and pop for the both of them and put half of them on the counter. "Here, kid. Seeing as you look like you haven't eaten since you were born, chow down."
Nero took them all and started to fiercely consume the products. He ate faster than an hobo would if he had a lifetime or two supply of food. "Man, don't you ever slow down?" Dante asked him. He barely even finished his first round of junk food and Dr. Pepper. "Naw, I always eat fast, and not just because I'm hungry." Nero tried to say with a mouthful of food. At least his manners were decent.
When Nero got done eating everything Dante gave him, he decided that now was the best time to confront him on what he just said "So... you said that you're my brother. Is that... really true?". Nero still could not believe everything that happened. Whether if it was the fact giant fucking puppets came to kill him from out of nowhere, or that a guy who looks just like him claimed to be related to him - he wasn't sure what to make of this.
Dante finished his drink before he could tell the young man "Yes, it is true. For the longest time, I thought that you were dead. But me and some good... friends, were able to figure out where you were." Dante walked around the store to figure out what he wanted, but had no idea what. All Nero could do was just stand there, leaning on the counter trying to make sense with what he just heard.
So he really does have a family. A brother at least, but still someone he is related with. But how could he talk to him? What can he say...?
Nero turned towards his older brother and asked him the first question on his mind. "Were are our parents?". Dante stopped walking through the place with his back to him. After a few seconds of silence, Nero meant to ask him again only for Dante to quickly say "You'll know later. Right now, I can't tell you." That wasn't the answer he expected to hear. Why did he not want to tell him?
Seeing as how he wouldn't answer that question, maybe he can ask him one that he could explain."You called that a "demon", right? What did you mean by that?" Dante looked outside through the window to see if something was out there. Bringing his attention back to Nero, he tried his best to explain it in a way for this guy to understand.
"Demons. The most vile, evil sons of bitches that prey on the innocent. Those things we saw earlier are called 'Marionettes'. They are artificial puppets controlled by evil souls from Hell." This caught the kid's attention. "What did they want with me?" "They wanted to kill you. Get rid of you now before you became a problem for them later." Nero looked at him curiously on what he meant by that. "How could I be a problem to those things? If anything, you would be more of a threat to them than I ever could be."
Dante replied "Yeah, I do kick ass, don't I? But trust me, those were only the lower-class scums. They probably didn't see you as a total threat yet otherwise they would've sent the stronger ones after you." Nero folded his arms, thinking of how all his life, he still has both regular people and real monsters still trying to kill him. Can't catch a break anywhere.
"I got another question." Nero said to him. "When they attacked me, they threw several blades to me. After a while, I was not hurt anymore. And when I took them out, my wounds closed. Why is that?" Dante had a serious expression all across his face. He opened his mouth and said "Well, like me, you have powers that I guess are now working. The body healing from any wound is pretty useful when you face someone who is quite a heavy hitter. And that's not even the tip of the iceberg."
Now that he thought about it, some things in his life started to make some sense. When he usually got into a fight - like earlier today - he would take some serious blows to the head or body that most people could not walk away from. But whenever it happened to him, he could stand up just fine and no injuries could be shown. And if Dante was right, then he has even more than just that.
Dante grabbed another bag of potato chips after a while and opened he was eating them out of the bag, he spoke "Oh yeah, and also, it seems you are showing signs of advanced strength. You know, like when you punched that Marionette and sent him all the way over to that building. I'm guessing you've never noticed that neat trick before."
Nero tried to remember when the last time something similar to that may have occurred. As far as he could tell, he never was able to pull of a feat such as that before in his life. All these abilities he was getting, and there were more coming later?
But there was still one thing that didn't make sense.
"How come I can do all of this? And" Nero asked his older brother. Dante was about to answer until they both heard a ringing noise. Dante pulled out a cell phone out of one of his front pockets from his coat as he looked at it. He sighed for a moment and put the phone back in his jacket. He looked over at Nero and said "That will have to wait. We gotta get going."
Dante was exiting the store as kicked the front door open with a slight kick. Nero soon followed him as Dante was walking around the area where those puppets came from. "W-Wait, going where!" Nero shouted at him with Dante not responding to him. They later stopped when Dante walked up to some kind of motorcycle further down the street. He sat on top of the seat and looked over to the white-haired teen.
"We are going to meet with some people who can help you. They will be able to answer everything you are curious about, and help you understand just who we are. But I warn you, you may not like what you hear."
Dante started the engine of his bike as he looked like he was getting ready to leave. Nero walked up next to him as he was thinking about everything that has happened. Whether or not he would like what might happen next did not matter. He needed to know who he was and where he came from.
Nero got on the motorcycle behind Dante as he held on to his chest. Nero told him with confidence "I think I can handle it." His older brother was happy to hear that. He really was just like him. Before they were on their way, Dante looked over to his shoulder to look at the kid.
"Hey... What's your name?"
"Nero... You're Dante right? Not a bad name."
Dante smiled as both him and his brother began to take off. "Neither is yours" he said quietly, his brother now resting his head on his back. Maybe he was really tired and just needed something to be comfortable with. Yet, despite this "family bonding" moment that they were sharing together, there was only thing Dante thought about during the ride.
This kid could use a shower.
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