A/N: Yay! I'm typing again! Though I'd much much rather be napping right now… I'm exhausted, I ended up with about three and a half hours of sleep? Anyway, three chapters and then I'm caught up and then five for next week to get ahead, I thought I was going to be able to finish this chapter before I left to go to class but I guess I was wrong *grouches irritably* I had to go pick up my brother from the country club after he got done with his golf match… -_- seriously, I spend two hours a day in the car just to get back and forth from calc, I don't want to be a taxi service too. I'll shut up and type fanfiction, that'll cheer me up :p

Disclaimer: I am still too young to own Devil May Cry

Sunday after the Storm

Nero stepped out of the bathroom to see Kyrie standing there, watching him before promptly marching past to check and make sure that he'd gotten it as clean as she wanted, the way she wanted.

"You know how long I've been living with you? You don't trust me to be able to clean a bathroom by myself?" asked, feeling more like himself now that he'd fed and the evidence of the act was cleaned off his skin.

"And yet you still manage to mess up, you think you'd have learned by now." The songstress teased, turning back around, satisfied with the final product and poking Nero's nose. The partial devil blushed and rubbed at it.

"What'd you do that for?" he grumbled.

"Because you're a goof." She said simply, as though it explained everything and walked away toward their bedroom. Nero rolled his eyes and followed, not thinking about what he was doing until his girlfriend crawled into bed and turned to look at him expectantly. He hesitated, what if he hurt her.

"Hello?" she asked with a raised brow, he focused on her and she patted the bed next to her. "Earth to Nero? Aren't you going to get in bed?" Nero bit his lip and understanding flooded Kyrie's face.

"You're worried that you'll do something." She said and Nero nodded, looking off to the side.

"Yeah, a little, I mean, I love you but I'm scared, what if I do something in my sleep?"

"Nero Feliciano Angelo." The teen winced when his full name was used, it didn't matter if it was Kyrie or memories of his mother doing it, it still made him think of every single bad thing that he'd ever done in his life. "Do you typically sleepwalk?"

"I don't kn…"

"The answer's no." Kyrie interrupted him "Do you typically talk in your sleep?"

"I…"

"The answer's no again. Do you do anything other than turn into a snoring log?" the fledgling raised a brow at her description of his sleeping habits. "The answer's still no."

"Even if I wake up… what if I can't resist? What if I hurt you?" he was still wary of himself, he didn't want to harm the woman he loved, the woman he'd risked everything for.

"Let's try another question," the songstress said, her hands on her hips now and Nero couldn't help but think that the position was both silly and cute at the same time. He loved when she got a little sassy, it wasn't something she really did around other people and he loved seeing a side of her she didn't really show to anyone else.

"Do you typically wake me up when you wake up? And before you say anything, the answer's yes. So get your butt in bed already, I'm sure you're exhausted." Nero hung his head in defeat and crawled into bed with his girlfriend, once there he asked, slightly worried.

"I wake you up when I wake up?" he knew he still had nightmares occasionally of the Savior incident, or the night he gained his Bringer and on very rare occasions, just nightmares in general.

"Usually, but don't worry about it, I figured if you wanted to talk about it, you would." She cuddled up on his chest, concerned when his heart only gave a few weak beats.

"Nero, your heart's not beating…"

"I know, it's been doing that since I started changing." He replied, putting his arms around her. They had just really settled down when Nero couldn't help but ask with a small smirk.

"So I snore?" he received light smack to the chest for his question.

"Yes you do, loud and obnoxious. Now shut up and go to sleep." Kyrie mumbled, cuddling a little closer.

-Blood and Bullets-

The next morning the songstress wasn't surprised to find that she was the first one up. She was a naturally early riser and Dante was still passed out in the spare room and from what she'd heard from Nero, he wouldn't be getting up any time soon. Nero usually was up with the sun too but she understood why he wasn't quite out of bed yet as well. It'd been a particularly hard day yesterday, they'd had worse but it definitely made the list.

Kyrie had more than a little concerned when she'd woken up to find that her fledgling boyfriend wasn't breathed nor was his heart beating, she was just about to start shaking him when he gave a large breath but didn't take another. She shook her head as she began to putz around the kitchen, she'd have to start using his Bringer as an indication of whether or not he was alive in the morning… she sighed and sat down with the paper, scanning the columns aimlessly. The coffee had just finished when Dante dragged himself down the stairs.

A/N: Not a very exciting chapter I agree but I'm gonna have to rush to class so I didn't have time to come up with more exciting ideas, I was just typing the first thing that came to my fingers.

Till next time,

-Winged Element