"Wait!" He jolted out the door in just enough time to see the kid hop on the bike and take off down the street. It was black as pitch and the tail lights soon faded into nothingness. "Fuck." He turned back towards the office and pulled his boots on properly, fastening his pants and gathering weapons. Dante jotted a short note to Vergil on his desk and left with the keys to his Mustang. 'Must be in Fortuna if it was Credo calling.'

Like I said, Credo is alive for the sake of the story, so just pretend he never died. Kay?

Chapter 12-Confessions

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The sun began to rise about two hours into his drive. Nero felt that he was being followed but he didn't care enough to turn around and look. In fact, he couldn't feel much at all. His ass was numb, his legs were cramped, and his arms were tired from being clamped around the handlebars for so long. 'I gotta pull over.' He found a gas station and pulled in, parking at the last pump as a cherry pulled up diagonally from him. Nero ignored it and lilted inside, sliding a twenty across the counter to the sleazy attendant before scurrying out.

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Dante pulled up across from the kid and watched as he walked inside the small building. He slid from the car and leant against the bike, beginning to pump fuel into the glossy black tank. Head down and hands in his pockets, Nero walked towards him though hadn't noticed the red half devil sitting on the front seat.

Suddenly, his nose twitched and his head snapped up to meet worried blue orbs. "What are you doing here?" Nero demanded softly, slowing his walk and pausing just in front of Dante.

He shrugged and scratched the back of his head. "I was worried about you." The teen's eyebrows rose slowly in surprise and his hands dropped limply to his sides.

"Oh…" Nero scratched at his nose as his cheeks flushed wildly and the gas pump clicked off. "But you don't have to-"

Dante stood quickly and placed a hand over the teen's mouth, effectively silencing him. "Look, whether ya want me here or not, I'm following you to Fortuna and I will be there when you need me." He let his hand slide off, the men staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity.

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Vergil shifted slightly on the couch, very aware of the attractive Hispanic man lying atop him. Their breathing was low and even, covered by the soft drone of the television. Morning splayed through the large open windows as-

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Vergil glared at the door and stretched.

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"Dante, will you get that?!" He shouted, though nothing happened. No groans of annoyance or shouts of protests… One eye brow raised in surprise as he growled and rolled off the couch. "I'm coming." He grumbled, tugging the door open to be met with cool, slate grey eyes.

"I'm a friend of Luis's, he said he would be here and I needed to pick him up. Am I early?" Vergil shook his head and gestured for the man to step inside. He looked to be about twenty five, with smooth features and severely angled blond hair.

Vergil shut the door softly and leant against the desk, rubbing sleep from his eyes. "I apologize, I'm usually presentable by now. It was quite an extensive night."

The stranger gave him a soft smirk and crossed his arms, admiring Yamato who hung from the wall. His eyes dragged from the brilliant sword to Vergil's unusually ruffled appearance, and landed on the couch where Luis lay sleeping. "Ah, so you must be Vergil." His hand slid from the pocket of black Carharts and stretched across the space between them. Vergil grasped the gloved and admired the soft fleece of the tan jacket. "I'm Leon."

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The sun rose high and soft light danced across Dante's rough features. Nero let a small smile play on the corners of his lips as his lover now seemed much softer; delicate, even. With a mind of its own, Nero's devil arm rose and his fingers swept across Dante's cheek bone, brushing hair from his eyes.

"I'm pleased to see you didn't cover it." The elder smiled at the bare arm and caught Nero's wrist in his hand. Said teen blushed wildly in realization and attempted to tug his devil hand back. But, he was stuck fast in Dante's grip and only succeeded in pulling them closer. The elder moved quickly and slid his free hand around the younger's waist, fisting in the thick denim. "Don't hide Nero, you're beautiful just as you are."

He blushed seven ways from Wednesday and smirked as Dante leant down and pressed their lips together. His tongue stayed where it was supposed to stay; he just wanted to comfort the kid. Nero slipped away and stared up at Dante, fingers threading into the worn red leather of the elder's coat. "Thank you."

He nodded, leaning against the gas pump. "Now why don't you tell me what's going on."

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The blue twin smirked softly and shook hands. "Yes, I am Vergil. It's a pleasure to meet you Leon." Their hands slipped away and Vergil invited him to sit on the couch across from a sleeping Luis.

"The pleasure is mine." The blond gave him a strange look as if trying to decipher his face. "You remind me of someone I used to know…"

The silver haired slayer quirked an eyebrow and rose to the kitchen, gesturing Leon with him. "How so?" He pulled the cabinet door open and filled the kettle with water. "Tea?"

Leon nodded and sat at the small kitchen table. "He had the same silver hair, built like you as a matter of fact. Perhaps shorter… I apologize. I'm rambling again."

"Really?" He was interested now; when had Dante met Leon? "I have brother who has lived here much longer than I. Maybe you know him." He poured boiling water into two cups and handed the tea bags to his guest.

"Maybe." Leon stirred the darkening water thoughtfully, beginning to open his mouth to form a question when a familiar voice rose from the next room.

"Vergil? Donde estas?"

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"W-well…" Nero cleared his throat and bit his lip for a moment. "Kyrie was…hurt. Credo doesn't think she'll make it another day a-and…" His voice quavered and before the tears spilt, Dante pulled him into a tight embrace.

"It's okay, I'll be there for you. C'mon, you still want to drive the bike?" Nero shrugged and kicked at pebbles beneath his boots, not much in the mood for anything but sleep now. "I'm sure I can fit it in the trunk and I can drive the Mustang."

The teen nodded and turned around. "Sure."

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"Yo soy en la cocina!" He shouted loud enough for Luis to hear him.

"Ah Leon, gracias mi amigo." The blond smiled and nodded as Luis entered, running a hand through his dark and disheveled hair. "Sorry I slept so late." He smiled shyly and winced softly.

"Are you okay? You seem to be walking with a slight limp." Luis turned a deep red and grinned down at the table. Leon's gaze darted from the slayer to the Spaniard and realization darkened his eyes. "Oh, I see." He stood awkwardly and cleared his throat. "Should I go?"

"No!" Luis stood and placed a hand on Leon's shoulder. "Let me get my zapatos, and we can go." He bent over Vergil's shoulder and placed a hot kiss on the corner of his mouth. "Call me." Luis whispered, fingers grazing the back of his lover's neck as the two disappeared through the kitchen door.

Vergil's smile faded slowly as the loneliness over took him. He stood and strode quickly to the reception, finding a scribbled note beside the phone. He scowled at Dante's writing, wondering how long he would be alone. 'I may as well go shopping for that desk…' He thought somewhat darkly, taking an hour to shower, comb and dress.

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The two finally managed to get 80% of the bike in the trunk and bungee cord the rest of the lid shut. They were in the car, Nero asleep on the back seat as Dante neared the Fortuna Forest. At the end of the fifth hour, he stopped the car in the shade of a weeping willow. The elder turned in his seat and reached across the gap, running the fingers of his left hand along the teen's jaw.

"Nero, we're here." He said softly, the pad of his thumb brushing Nero's bottom lip.

The teen cracked his eyes open and stared up at Dante with a slight smile. His devil bringer darted out and grabbed the back of Dante's neck, bringing him down into a rough kiss.

"Ow!" Dante jerked back and curled in pain in the driver's seat.

"Shit, I'm sorry! What'd I do?" The elder glared at him, a hand cupped protectively below his waist.

"The goddamn joystick jammed into my cock when you pulled me down."

He growled, rubbing his sensitive jewels as Nero chuckled and shoved open the back door to stretch. "I thought you liked it rough." He smirked at a glaring slayer. "Let's get this over with…" He sighed, securing his weapons as Dante stepped up beside him and began to walk.

They were silent through out most of the walk, only stopping once so Dante would quit bitching about the rock in his shoe. "That's it…" The teen breathed at the full light-bathed city and quickly spotted the familiar church at the corner. "Credo said they would be in there." He pointed, striding quickly up the stairs and tugging open the heavy double doors. "Credo."

The dark haired man turned from the alter and strode quickly to the back of the church where Dante stood awkwardly by the doors. "Nero, thank you for coming on such short notice." He glared at Dante as if he were the reason Kyrie was suffering. "Please, this way." He held the teen by the elbow and started towards a door to the left of the pews. "You wait out here." He growled at Dante who wavered between the pews and the confessional. "Kyrie has been asking for you since…" His voice faded away and Dante sighed.

The elder watched as Nero disappeared behind dark cherry doors; and made his decision. Dante strode slowly to the confessional, crouching on the knee board and bowing his head as the small trellis slid open to reveal diamond shadows on the priest's blocky face. 'Well isn't this fucking ironic?' Dante snorted and clasped his hands, trying his best to be respectful even if Vergil would forever laugh at him for this. "Bless me father, for I have sinned."

The priest nodded, head low. "Continue my son."

He sighed. "It has been…twenty years since my last confession." In fact, Dante could remember being five years old on the tiny prie-dieu kneeler and admitting he hated his dead father. That was the last time he had stepped foot in a confessional.

There was a long silence; Dante didn't know what to say or how to begin so the priest spoke up. "Do you believe that my forgiveness is God's forgiveness?"

His brow wrinkled a moment as he though of his father… "Yes," Was his numbed and partly true answer.

"If you repent now son, god shall grant his forgiveness in me."

Dante felt tears prick the backs of his eyes and sail down his five o'clock shadow. "I've done horrible things, father. I've thought horrible things… I have killed and been killed. I know what Hell looks like…" He stopped to wipe the streams of salty tears from his face. "I've also loved…and I'm afraid. What's going to happen to that when I die and can no longer come back?" Dante's hands were shaking and he clasped them together tightly. "I don't think there is a place in heaven for me. For him maybe, but I think all sinners would be miserable in Heaven. God does not want me any more than I wanted my father."

The priest smiled softly and folded his hands, listening to the soft patter of tears on the wooden kneeler. "God be merciful to you and strengthen your faith. Let it be done as you believe, and if you are truly sorry, He will forgive you. Amen. Go in peace."

Dante nodded and stood, pushing the door open as Nero and Credo came from the cherry doors. "…I honestly don't know how you can work with that jackass. And that other jackass and the new jackass." Credo said as he shook his head and sat at the front row of pews.

Dante raised an eyebrow at them and Nero smirked. "He's talking about you, Trish and Lady."

"Ah, I see." They sat awkwardly in silence, Dante digging deep and finding the cajones to speak. "How is she?"

Credo's face softened at the thought of his sister. "Not well. She's sleeping now but-"

"Sir Credo, come quickly!" The doctor yelled from the small room and Dante followed the trio to the small framed door.

Nero knelt beside the cot, Credo to his right as they held Kyrie's hands tightly. Cool tears fell from the teen's eyes as he gazed at a pale Kyrie; her skin translucent and body trembling. Her eyes opened and met his for a moment. "Ne-ro," She rasped, coughing up blood from the internal injuries. "Take care…of…him…" Her bleary eyes locked briefly on Dante, then slid closed.

Her already cold hands were stilled and her chest halted its breath. "No…" Nero moaned, burying his face in her blanket as Credo sat stone faced beside him. Dante's arms slid around the teen's waist, lifting him from the cold floor. "No," He whispered again, hands clenching tightly. "No! Dante, do something!" He bellowed loudly, throwing weak punches at Dante's chest in anger and guilt. "F-fucking, do s-something…" His voice was low and thick with tears.

Dante was able to drag Nero to a pew and lie down; head in the elder's lap as he curled up on the seat. His eyes closed and his body relaxed as the slayer ran his fingers through the young man's silvery hair in comfort. After a few moments Dante slowly drifted to sleep along with him.

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Vergil smiled as he hauled the old rickety desk outside and dropped it roughly to the dead grass. The sledgehammer raised up over his shoulder as he plucked off his silk blue jacket and golden vest. "Dante, you changed your hair!" Vergil's head snapped up and he glared at a young girl swaying towards him. "I like it, you look hot." She smirked and popped a bubble with neon green gum.

"I'm not Dante." He hissed, glaring severely at her.

She shrugged, seemingly unaware of his negative vibes. "Sure doll, be who ever you wanna be." She winked, he shivered. "Wha'cha doin with the desk?"

A deep growl rumbled from Vergil's chest as he gripped the sledge tighter. "Destroying it." 'Much like I would like to do to you.' "Now flee before you get in trouble." He grumbled, heaving the hammer over his head and slamming it into the top of the desk. The wood splintered and shot out in all directions, toothpicks becoming lodged in Vergil's white hair.

"Damn boy! Some one has anger issues." She giggled at him. The half devil took a step towards her and raised the sledge menacingly.

"Get out of here." She rolled her eyes one last time and stomped away, spitting her gum in the side of the house where it slid and fell to the dirt.

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It had been a long day; he destroyed the old desk just before the new one was delivered. Vergil cleaned the downstairs, stocked the kitchen with real food, and scrubbed down the disgusting hole that Dante called the bathroom.

Around nine pm there was a knock on the door and more than one familiar smell. He opened the door and gave a surprised eye brow raise to the blond standing before him. "I hope I'm not imposing but I wanted to speak to you."

"Please, come in and make yourself comfortable." Vergil shut the door and turned around to find Leon staring at him with a serious expression, arms crossed.

"What's your brother's name?"

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Nero awoke to a darkened room, so black he couldn't see the hand in front of his face. "Dante?" He felt nothing but cold tiled floor beneath him, though something glowed green in the long distance. His voice was low and cracked, barely a whisper to his own ears.

"Gotta get the fuck outta here." He heard a familiar, gravelly voice grunt as something made a metallic squink. Nero pulled himself from the floor, bumping into something warm and soft.

His hand stretched as he felt the soft…body?...before him. His palm lay flat on the chest that moved slightly. Nero concentrated, making his Devil Bringer glow a dim blue, just enough to illuminate the space before him. "Credo?" His fingers clasped at the man's shoulder and shook him lightly. He moaned at the movement, eyes going wild beneath his lids. "Credo, wake up!" He hissed and the dark haired man obeyed, rolling to his stomach and pushing to his knees.

"Don't tell me…" He gazed around the illuminated space as the Bringer glowed brighter with each passing second. "No no no, this can't be real!" He gasped, falling back against a wall he didn't see. Credo's hands came up to his face that was colored with dread.

"Where are we?" Nero demanded, tugging at Credo's chin to look him in the eye.

"Th-the hospital…It's been closed since before you ever came to Fortuna. We had to…there's…a monster here." He gulped audibly, glancing at the closed door where more grunting came from.

Nero nodded and stood on shaky legs, "I'll get you out of here, Credo." He wobbled to the swinging double doors and shoved it open. A dark hallway opened up to him, parting two ways at the end where the wall held a window, covered with plywood of all sizes. Dante was twenty feet in front of him, standing beside a gurney with a paisley covered couch strapped to it. "Dante!" He shouted before the elder had time to take off.

Said man turned on heel, surprise written all over his face as he held Ebony at chest level. "Kid?" Nero growled but nodded none the less. "How the fuck did we get in here? I fell asleep on the pew and next thing I know I wake up in pediatrics." He grunted and turned back to the gurney. "Either way, I'm getting out of here."

"No, Dante don't!" Nero lumbered forward, one arm reaching out towards the quickly retreating back. He was picking up speed and Nero struggled with his sleeping leg to reach him before- "Run! Fucking run Dante! It's the monster!" The elder continued on his path as the shadow swept through Nero's vision. And Dante, just as in his dream, was gone. Nero sagged once again to his knees, whispering that it must be another dream.

"N-nero?" A voice spoke behind him and emerged from the double doors. The hallway was glowing a deep blue now and they could see what felt like miles in every direction. "How are we going…to get out?" He coughed violently and fell to his knees beside Nero.

The teen shook his head, hands dropped limply at his sides. "I don't know." Truth was, he didn't want to get out; if Dante died there so would he. Loud blasts were heard from the hall to their right, followed by angry cries and garbled shouts."Dante…" He whispered, darting off the floor and sprinting to the end of the hall. He made a hard right turn, shouldering a spring set door open and sprawling to the floor in the next room.

"I know I'm king but you don't have to bow at my feet…unless you like it."

Nero's eyes grew wide as he stared up at the face grinning down at him. "Dante!" The teen lunged himself at the elder, grasping his shoulders tightly as tears wetted his lover's jacket. "How-"

Dante rolled his eyes before the question was complete. "Monster my ass…I eat shit like that for breakfast." His arm slid around Nero's waist, tugging him down the way they came. "Credo, you're here too?" The dark haired man stood in the door way Nero left him and nodded.

"Did…did you kill it?"

Dante sniggered and maneuvered the gurney back to the end of the hall, Nero now on the other side. "Yeah, I got a nice little memento too." He grinned, fangs sliding below his lip as blood slowly dripped from them.

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Over twelve hours had passed since they arrived at Fortuna and Nero was glad to nearly be home. Dante was following on the motorcycle, trusting Nero to drive his cherry. The tires crunched over the gravel as he slowed to a stop and turned off the car. "Did Credo tell you how we got into that hospital?"

Nero shook his head, "No, but he got some people from the…well, some people he used to know and they're investigating it. He should call in about a week I guess." They rounded the corner and began towards the double doors.

"Who the fuck does that belong to?" Dante asked, staring at the sleek black Audi in his driveway.

Nero shrugged and stretched. "Don't know, but it looks-" The elder's mouth crushed his lips in a searing kiss, and he pulled away smirking.

He shrugged when Nero raised an eyebrow and walked towards the shop. "I missed you. It was a long ride." The kid rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around Dante's waist, shoving the door open.

"Nero?" The teen's head snapped up as his eyes widened and his arm dropped from Dante.

"Leon…" He breathed, neither of them moving for a moment. "Leon!" Nero rushed forward and practically tackled the chuckling blond. "Fuck, it's been forever!"

He pulled back, hands grasping at each other as they grinned and spoke at the same time. "I know! It's been what, three years? God, you're legal now aren't you?" Nero scowled lightly and socked him in the arm.

"AHEM." Dante cleared his throat loudly and all three turned to stare at him. "Were you going to introduce us?" He glared at the new guy and puffed out his chest, becoming jealous and angry all too quickly.

"Uh, sorry." Nero let out an awkward laugh as Leon held out his hand. "Dante this is Leon; we…dated a few years back." Dante's eyes grew wide and Vergil stifled a laugh; knowing this wouldn't turn out well at all. "Leon this is Dante."

The elder grasped Leon's hand tightly and shook it once, wiping his palm off on his leather trench as if it was dipped in acid. "A pleasure." He managed through grit teeth. Nero glared at him and Leon coughed awkwardly.

The teen jabbed him in the ribs and smiled at Leon, taking him by the arm. "So what are you doing here?"

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"Let's have a talk little brother." Vergil grasped the back of Dante's collar tightly and nearly dragged his twin to the kitchen.

"Noooo…" He whined, staring at the closed door. "I don't trust that prick. Let me go back out there."

"Hey, they'll be fine. Nero's a big boy; he can take care of himself." He pushed Dante into a seat, his back to the door. "What I would like to know is where you went for over half a day?"

"Oh, that…" He shrugged out of his jacket and unfastened the clasps of his leather shirt. "Kyrie died."

Vergil contemplated the name a moment before realization dawned in his eyes. "The girl from Fortuna…isn't she Credo's sister?"

Dante's face dropped to his hands on the table top. "She was his sister." He mumbled, scratching at the back of his head. "They wouldn't tell me what happened to her, but she had massive internal bleeding. We stayed for her funeral… The kid is really broken up about it." He sighed.

Vergil rolled his eyes and sat down across from him. "Of course he is; she was a former lover…as creepy as that sounds since they had more of a sibling relationship…" He tented his fingers as the kettle whistled behind him. He watched Dante for a moment; troubling looks shooting through his brother's eyes. "What's wrong Dante?"

"He never told me."

"Never told you what?"

Dante sighed and cracked his knuckles, much to Vergil's disgust. "He never told me he dated another guy. I knew about Kyrie but…" He shook his head, letting it drop to the table.

"How many relationships have you told Nero about?"

Dante raised an eyebrow at him and shrugged. "None; I didn't think he really wanted to hear about all the people I've fucked." He narrowed his eyes at Vergil. "Including you."

The elder shrugged indifferently and sipped his green tea. "Did you want to hear about the people he has fucked?"

Dante rolled his eyes, "He was a virgin before I got to him."

Vergil sighed. 'He is completely missing my point.' "Then what about the people he has kissed, or pleasured, or-"

Dante threw a roll of paper towels at Vergil who dodged it easily. "I get it." He growled and stood up. "Look, I've been driving all day in leather and I had to fight some fucked up monster whose blood tasted like Jujubies… I think I need a shower." He turned from the kitchen and pushed the door open. Nero and Leon sat on the couch laughing loudly.

Nero threw his head back in a laugh for the first time in almost a day. "How could she not have fired you?! You discharged your gun in four consecutive cases!"

"Thank you." Leon grinned, running his nails along the edge of his collar.

"That wasn't a compliment." Nero said deadpan as Dante nodded to them and began up stairs. The teen watched the elder's muscles contract and ripple as he moved shirtless.

"I was just trying to keep the streets safe."

"For fucks sake man! The last one was a goddamn cat show!"

Leon shrugged. "Let me just go on record to say, I would never shoot a cat."

Nero chuckled lightly and leant back as the shower clicked on. "I guess I can find some solace in that."

"Unless it was approaching in a threatening manner, or refused to stop upon my command. I would probably just fire a warning shot to make my point, but it's actually a field decision I can't commit to at this juncture."

Nero began to laugh again and wiped tears from his eyes. "I'm almost positive that a cat would not listen to you. And do I have to remind you that you're no longer on the force? It's been four years, you don't have to talk to me like I'm your boss."

Leon shrugged at him again and pushed his jacket off. "Force of habit." Nero did the same and tossed his trench to the loveseat. "Damn kid, you bulked up nice."

He blushed and ran a hand across his nose. "Thanks Leon."

They sat in silence for a moment, unaware that Vergil had his ear pressed to the kitchen door for any sign that the kid would fuck over his brother. "Look Nero," Leon sighed, giving the teen a slight smile. "I've been thinking about you a lot lately actually and I was wondering…" He paused and cleared his throat. "Would you come with me when I leave? I've got a job in Spain that Luis will be accompanying me on… I would really like to have another chance with you."

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Dante secured the towel around his waist and stepped onto the landing of the stairs, shivering quietly as he paused and listened. "…accompanying me on…I would really like to have another chance with you."

The white haired slayer bit his lip, ready to burst into tears when Nero told him yes. 'Fuck, I'd leave me if I were him.'

"I really appreciate your thinking of me Leon, but I can't." 'Wait, what?!' "I'm with Dante now and I don't plan on leaving him until he tells me to." Said man whispered a quiet thank you to any god listening and tip toed to the bathroom, grabbing a Q-Tip.

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Leon felt incredibly let down; his shoulders visibly slumping. "I see," He nodded, standing up and putting his tan fleece back on. "I should go then."

"What? Why?" 'And why would he ever want me to go to Spain with him?'

He smirked and patted the kid on his cheek. "Because you're oblivious Nero." Leon began towards the door and brushed hair from his eyes. "Tell Vergil I said thank you and tell Dante…tell him he's very lucky."

The door shut on a very confused Nero and the soft roar of an Audi faded away. "He's right, you know." Nero started at the sound of the voice and turned quickly on his heel, meeting the silver hair and blue eyes of Dante. "I am lucky…and you are oblivious." Nero rolled his eyes and socked Dante's bare shoulder. "Thanks kid."

"For what?"

Dante smiled sadly and ran a hand through his damp hair. "For not leaving me."

The kitchen door swung open and Vergil crossed his arms, leaning against the door frame. "What's for dinner?"

Mkay, here we are one more time. What did you think? Luis will make at least one more appearance before I finish this story. How many chapters should it end with? I'm totally up for suggestion but I do like to end my FF before they get drab and people become bored so please… tell me when to end this. Thanks again, R&R por favor.

P.S. I'm going to start a new Devil May Cry, but it won't be posted until this one is finished. I will also post 2 one-shots for Resident Evil. The DMC will not be a sequel to The Partner…it will simply be of its own. Also it will be a Yaoi. Don't you love it???