Chapter 9^_^ Things are building, building, building. Chapter 10 might take me a Little longer to upload. I have to update Return soon, and Chapter 10 will be fantastically awesome. I promise. Anyway, hope you enjoy. Please reveiw^_^

I don't own DMC.....yadda, yadda. I just add twists.

WARNING: Yaoi, atheistic themes.....don't like don't read, simple as that.


9

Nero sat alone in his, and Dante's room. Dante's brother was an asshole. A huge, arrogant asshole. How was he supposed to know Hellgates and Portals were two different things? Ah, shit. He was letting that fucker mess with his head. He sighed, resting his chin in his hand. Why did Dante just up and let him in? There had to be something incredibly different about him. He never knew Vergil, so he wouldn't know. He just didn't like him….at all. He was like the opposite of Dante, therefore pretty much the opposite of himself.

Nero was a little curious though. Vergil had offered, no promised, to help them. He'd even cried….

I'm soooo confused……, Nero thought.

He was startled by a sudden tapping on the door and there he stood….the ass in the blue coat.

The younger slayer let out a low, rumbling growl, "Leave me alone."

"I just wanted to talk. I can be civilized and I'm sure you can. You don't seem to be as annoying as my brother."

"Excuse me?" Nero called the guy a smartass, and said he'd kill him, and he here is saying he wasn't annoying. This guy must be a nutjob.

"Do I have to repeat myself?" He smiled, "No. Please. May I sit?"

"Not my room, pal", Nero used the excuse.

"I'm sure Dante won't mind", Vergil sat right beside him. It made Nero's Bringer glow like nothing else.

"You've got quite a magnificent arm", the blue twin admired it, "I wouldn't have another demonic feature though, not after Nelo Angelo."

"Why are you talking to me? Where's Dante? Did he put you up to this? Am I going to have to kick both of your asses?" Nero interrupted him, annoyed as hell and, also, still confused.

Vergil snorted, that arrogant air showing itself a little, "I act of my own accord. What I do is what I want to do; not what someone else wants me to", sorrow shimmered through his eyes quickly, "Except for that obvious period of time."

"Look, I'm going to be honest with you, Vergil", Nero stood up and pointed at him, "I think you're an asshole and I hate you. Dante may trust you, by you haven't given me a reason to trust you yet. Until then, don't think I'm just gonna waltz around here and-"

"Did you think I'd expect you to? Honestly, listen to yourself." Vergil shook his head, "I merely wanted to apologize for what I said earlier. About how you don't deserve Dante and all."

Nero froze. Oh shit, he'd been found out. Vergil's glare with the freaky eye made him shiver slightly, making him scared of his, and Dante's, reaction to eavesdropping.

"I knew you were listening. So does Dante. However, it may have been something you needed to hear, no?"

He was blushing, he knew it, "I, I, I"

The blue twin motioned for him to be silent which Nero was actually grateful for. He stood up, stepping closer to Nero, almost breathing on him. It made the younger slayer uncomfortable. "Let me make myself clear", he said in a voice that was harsh, yet at the same time gentle, "Deep, deep down, I feel as though you shouldn't be here. You should be back with your vile, religious faction and nowhere near Dante. But, I see how happy you make my dearest brother, and I see how you want to protect him. It is redeeming". He stepped another step closer to the younger slayer, hot breath pouring from his mouth to the younger's neck, "If the time comes where you need saving, I'll save you if you prove to me your worth my effort. Dante is so special to me and he deserves only the best."

Nero stood stark still. He was, somehow, understanding this. It was so strange, but he knew what the man was getting at. He looked at him, the white eye seeming to pierce him, "If I have to prove myself to you, You should prove yourself to me. Give me a reason to trust you; then I'll prove I'm more than good enough for Dante. You mark my words. I love Dante and I'll do whatever it takes. You get in my way, I'll fucking kill you."

Vergil pulled away and laughed, "I see why my brother likes you. I have to admit, I'd do what he does to you without thinking twice about it."

Nero growled.

"You and I will probably get along better than you think, Nero", he said, moving to the door, "Since we're on the same terms, living peacefully shouldn't be a huge problem, am I correct?"

Wait. He was staying here? "You're living here?"

"I have no where else to go" he looked almost as if he'd cry again, making Nero feel awkward and, even if he didn't want to admit it, sorry for him.

"I'll try" he crossed his arms, "But don't think I'll make it easy for you."

The blue twin gave him a slight shrug, "We'll see how things work out."


Dante and Nero were at a small bistro downtown, sipping on water as they waited for their food. Truth be told, they really couldn't do anything about the Djinn until they got some sort of clue on where, and when, it was, exactly, she might show up. Fortuna was a good possibility, but everything seemed quite and calm. As Dante always said, don't worry. It makes it worse.

Nero kept letting his thoughts wander back to Vergil. It was overwhelming to him. Everything was happening at once. Plus, he'd found out today that either he, or Dante, would have to die. What if it was Dante? What if Vergil didn't keep his word? What if---

"You're worrying again, aren't you?" the elder caressed his hand.

"I can't help it, Dante" he said, unaware that his voice was going to sound shaky. He cleared his throat, "It's just too much at once."

The elder nodded and kissed the softer hand, "I know, I know. You'll learn to take things in stride the more experience you gain," he paused, "You're worried about Vergil…"

Nero sighed, "He just, he just, ", He shook his head, "He's weird. He's an asshole. He's confusing. I think he's a total nut."

"You heard our conversation. He promised to help us."

Nero blushed, "Sorry I eavesdropped."

"Doesn't' matter. I knew you would. It's what I'd do." He smiled warmly, "I know my brother can be an ass. Trust me, I know. But he's different now. I trust him."

"I can't" Nero looked away. He felt shame tinge him. He wanted to trust him for Dante's sake, but it was too much. Vergil came at an inopportune time and he wasn't sure how to deal with it.

The elder nodded. He looked out the window as a light rain started to fall on the city. He knew his young lover would have trouble accepting this. For Christ's sake, he was having a bit of difficulty accepting it. So many things could go wrong, but he had the feeling in his gut that Vergil wasn't lying this time; that he meant what he said. He trusted him eve if it wasn't what history had taught him to do.

"Dante" Nero caught his attention, "I'm sorry. I just don't know him like you do. I can't tell if he's changed or not."

"It's alright kid. I shouldn't expect you to. Do me favor, though. Try and be nice. I've got a good feeling about him this time around. Let's give him a chance, alright?

Nero had to agree with his lover, knowing he'd get nowhere if he didn't at least try to understand the man. Besides, it Dante had a good feeling about it, it couldn't be such a bad thing, could it?"

"Here ya go!" A very bubbly waitress brought them a huge, steaming, pepperoni pizza, "Need anything else?"

"We're good", The elder said, digging in immediately.

-----(Meanwhile)--------

"This would be much easier if I had Yamoto", the blue twin muttered to himself. Beowulf glimmered in the dimness of the old, abandoned warehouse. Dante wouldn't mind, he was sure. He was out here in this filthy place, fighting a huge Arachnid Queen to help save his, and that kid's, ass when they needed it.

The huge spider woman hissed loudly, spewing web matter in his direction. He easily teleported out of the way, slamming his glittering fist down on her head, hearing a distinct, pleasing cracking sound beneath it. There was one last shiver of life that passed through the vile creature before it collapsed underneath him, blood and ooze seeping out of it's split skull.

"Disgusting", Vergil wiped the droplets of the excretion from Beowulf. He then turned his attention to the two, giant "sacks" that were adhered to the walls of the gray steel and aluminum. He smiled to himself, knowing that in those two sacks were the precious fragments he needed. Jumping on the remnants of the giant spider woman, he made his way up the steep wall to the first, jerking it open to reveal the blue glow. He did the same to the other and jumped back down, flipping his hair out of his eyes and holding the two fragments up. They glowed brightly, joining in hid hands to create a bigger piece of the larger puzzle. When he got back to his brother's office, home, he'd join it with the other fragment.

"Three down, One to go" He put away the almost completed orb, walking rather nonchalantly out of the warehouse, "That young one better give me a good reason to help him."