A/N: After posting a few of these I realized that readers will have no idea who any of my OCs are. I refer you to my story 'New Blood' that will explain it all. Thanks.

After Dante had waved the kid away and left his line of sight he had to take a minute to catch his breath. Aside from the fact that the kid had been good and given him a slight work out he couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was as if he had seen a ghost. At first the boys hair had slightly thrown him off but there were other people besides himself that had white hair. Fine, that explained that. The kid wasn't bad at all, he was skilled that much was clear, but when Dante disarmed him and brought his sword forward the kid blocked with his arm.

In an instant Dante felt the sizzle of energy erupt around them as pew benches were blown away. When he looked the boy straight on he couldn't help but smile. His arm was leathery with blue veins running through it that illuminated brightly.

"Hm, you've got a trick up your sleeve." He had said feeling his stomach knot painfully.

"Thought the cat had your tongue." The kid said huskily as his demon energy, that he clearly had no control over, began to take over. Dante was tossed back a few feet away from him piecing the puzzle together.

"Then that means you're..." He said stopping himself hearing the unfinished sentence scream across his mind, 'my kid'. He wanted to ask the kid what his name was, how he had arrived on the island. He wanted to grab the kid and never let him go again but knew at that moment in time it wasn't possible. He was on a job to figure what the Order of the Sword wanted with all the demon arms they had been collecting. Not only that he highly doubted he would be able to get close to the kid with out his clock getting cleaned so Dante relented pushing down his urge to protect his son slightly. The kid wanted to play, he'd play.

Dante heard the commotion from outside hearing the kid shout. He walked over to the edge of the opera house roof and glanced down. The kid was right below him fighting off the demons and devils that had made their presence known. Proudly he watched him vanquish the devils around him with out hardly breaking a sweat. He knew the kid had his own agenda which was to hunt him down which only caused Dante to smirk to himself.

"Well son, you want your old mans hide you've gotta catch me." Dante said to the wind jumping out of sight before the kid would see him.

"Why didn't you say anything to me in Fortuna?" Nero asked. After Ambra had began to tell Nero who he was and how he fit into the family Dante had escaped to his room. It was one thing to have the kid around but to have to face him with him knowing they were related was a bit too much for Dante to handle.

"Hey kid, learn to knock why dont'cha? I could have a chick in here." He said trying to sound irritated but his voice only came out choked. He lounged on his bed with his boots still on. Nero didn't falter only stared at the elder hunter, he didn't seem angry or upset. No, it was worse. He had a great look of expectation written on his face that Dante knew he wouldn't back down from no matter what Dante did to try and persuade him otherwise. "It wouldn't have made a difference either way."

"How the hell do you figure?" Nero asked clenching his devil bringer. "I grew up in an orphanage to knowing who I was or where I was from. Do you know how they treated me with this thing?" Nero continued. "I was told that I may be a descendent of Sparda and my mother was probably a prostitute." Nero sat on the edge of the bed heavily running his human hand down his face.

"Well you are definitely a descendent of Sparda kid so they were half right." Dante said softly his normally languid voice coming strained. He felt Neros eyes on him from under closed lids. That expectant look. Dante sighed and opened his eyes. "What do you want from me Nero? At this point what is there I can do for you? You're nearly grown with a good woman by your side. Honestly you've done better on your own then you probably would have if you'd been with me.".

"I just want, one time, I swear it will only be one time...if I can call you, well..." Nero struggled with what he was trying to say. Dante couldnt help but lean forward anticipating what Nero wanted to say and dreading it all the same. "Dad." He said finally. With a thud Dante slammed his back into his head board feeling the weight of the last sixteen years crash down on him. Nero became slightly alarmed at the look that Dante was giving him. Was he, going to...cry? "Hey old man, don't get all sappy on me now."

Nero let out a shout as Dante lunged forward grabbing him into his arms squeezing tightly. The elder hunter smelled of leather, some alcohol and a hint of blood. Normally Nero wouldn't be able to stand either but with Dante it just seemed to fit, he felt safe in the hunters warm embrace. Nero felt small compared to the more muscular male and for a while he relented to just rest his head against his shoulder and be fawned over.

"I'm sorry Nero. I should have come for you, I should have brought you home." Dante whispered out taking a deep breath. Nero held his listening intently. "I missed you." Nero closed his eyes tightly against the tears that threatened to fall. He knew that Dante was crying, he could hear it in his voice, but felt as if he was the one who needed to be strong. Nero had to show Dante, his father, that he had done alright on his own to help ease some of that guilt from him.

As quickly as Dante had grabbed Nero he released him sitting next to him on the side of the bed wiping at his face with a glove hand. Nero watched as he attempted to wipe away any traces of tears clearing his throat a few times. "Well kid how about we go out there and spend some time with your sister?" Dante asked smacking Nero in the shoulder lightly.

"Sounds good old man." He replied softly. With a curt nod and a smirk Dante stood thudding over to his bedroom door.

"Besides you've got a nephew to meet." The elder stated. Neros eyes widened as his stomach flipped at the prospect of him having even more family before he stood and followed his father out the door.