A/N: Hello again folks! So yeah… my boyfriend decided that he needed to read my really old original works… and I'm hoping that typing some fanfiction will distract me from my embarrassment as he sits next to me and snickers…

Disclaimer: What else can I say? Dante is too cool to own…

A Forced Intervention

Emily stalked over to Nate's room in the morning, much earlier on a Sunday than she knew he'd be up but barged into the room anyway. The white haired boy on the bed groaned and rolled over; seeming to know subconsciously that someone was here to wake him.

"Nate." She said, grabbing ahold of the blanket that was wrapped around him. He attempted to snatch it back with a bandage wrapped hand and the girl was startled to see bright blue talons peeking out of the edges of the fingers.

"…don't wanna get up…" he muttered, tugging on the blanket.

"You need to, I'm gonna demand answers from you while you're still half asleep."

"…no…"

"Yes. Up." Finally the blonde had had enough and simply wacked the fluffy white head that poked out of the covers. Nate sat up in an instant, his body believing that he was under attack and preparing to defend himself. The glow from under the bandages had increased violently for a moment before the teen realized what was going on and flopped back over with a groan.

"What do you want?"

"I want to know what this is." She poked the blue flesh that had spread above the bandages while he had slept. He looked at his shoulder in alarm, touching the bump that was forming beneath his skin like it would explode with the slightest provocation.

"I…I don't know, I just know that I'm not human. At least… not anymore."

"Stop saying that!" she snapped, wacking him on the head again. "We just need to figure out what's happening to you. If only…"

"What?" Nate took the opportunity to distract himself from the horrible thing that was slowly overwhelming him.

"If we could find somebody that knew you, then maybe…" she trailed off when she saw Nate's face "What?"

"There was this guy…"

"You met someone from your past and you didn't say anything?"

"He freaked me out! And he was armed!"

"Yeah, and apparently you used to be too." Emily pointed to the gun on the dresser.

"I don't know, there was something about him that just felt… off…"

"That's not a good enough excuse. Get dressed. We're going to see him."

"I don't even know where the guy is!" the boy grumbled as he was forcefully dragged from his warm and cozy bed.

"That's too bad! Dressed! Now!" the younger girl grabbed clothes from his closet and threw them into his arms, slamming the door behind her.

Dante stood before the door, intent on dragging the kid out this time. Yet when he went to knock, the slayer hesitated, the kid seemed fairly happy here… could he take him away from that without feeling like an absolute asshole? At the same time, the kid was regaining his abilities, his demonic abilities, there was no other choice. Nero may hate him for this later but he had to at least help him out… The half devil reached for the doorbell and before he could even ring it, the door opened, revealing a young girl and a very tired looking Nero. They blinked at each other for a few moments then Dante said.

"Well that makes things easier."

"You're the guy who used to know Nate?"

"Yeah," the slayer grinned and held out a hand "name's Dante." The girl shook it with a polite smile.

"Come in." she said, gesturing to the house.

"Won't your mom be mad that you're inviting in strangers?" he asked, a little worried about being thrown out again.

"She's at the library this morning and my brother has basketball practice." She supplied "The house is currently empty. I decided that Nate needed to man up and figure out his past." 'Nate' groaned and flopped over on the chair in the living room, putting a human hand to his head… like he had a headache or something. He can sense my presence, the elder slayer realized, but he doesn't know what it is…

"You okay kid?" Nate heard the white haired man ask him.

"Yeah," he muttered, taking his hand from his head and looking the man in the eyes. The teen took a deep breath and spoke to the man in front of him.

"Who was I?"

"I think you mean who are you," the man said "your name is Nero, I don't know your last name or if you even had one, and you're my business partner."

"If you're my business partner then shouldn't you know my last name?" Nate asked

"You never told me what it was and I never asked." Dante replied with a shrug

"What kind of business are you in?" the teen was nervous to the answer to this question and Emily put a hand on his shoulder in support, the man in red looked at her for a moment then said

"Demon hunting." Nate paused, that was not the answer he was expecting

"Demon hunting." He repeated, unsure if he'd heard correctly

"Yes, why else would you have a gun of that class and style? You do still have it, right?" the man looked concerned for a moment, Nate could do little more than nod dumbly.

"So…" the teen swallowed, the next question sticking in his throat. "my arm… is it…" Dante looked down at the bandaged arm

"You have your Devil Bringer back? What about your trigger?"

"What? Wait this is normal? I thought it was possessed." The elder lifted his head and laughed.

"Kid, you were born with devil blood in your veins, let me see your Bringer though, I want to see if you've got all of it back yet." Born part devil…? Nate thought, how was that possible? He glanced at Emily once before beginning to unwrap the unnatural appendage. Her eyes were staring at it curiously as she'd never actually seen it before. The glow began to show throught about halfway through the unwrapping, and soon the red hide and blue scaly skin were exposed to the open air. Without pause, Nate pulled his t-shirt off, revealing the growing bump on his shoulder and the full extent of what the other man called his 'Devil Bringer'. Dante's eyes nearly bugged out of his head.

"That's not normal…" he reached forward to brush his fingers against the ridged bump and seemed to be thinking hard about something.

"I…It's not?" Nate was scared, if this man, a man who knew him before, didn't know what was happening to him, what was he supposed to do?

"It's growing…" the man in red said quietly, still inspecting the freaky limb.

"Growing?" Emily asked "so his arms always a little like this?"

"It usually trickles off about… here." He pointed to the middle of Nate's bicep "But for some reason, it's growing now, changing more of Nero into his demon form."

"Demon… form?" Nate asked. When he did, Dante have a wicked grin, his eyes beginning to glow a little crimson. Nate finally connected it to the pressure in the back of his mind and the erotic glowing of his arm.

"You… you're a demon…" he whispered, Dante feigned shock.

"I am not! …only half!"

"Half demon?"

"Yeah, my mother was human and my father was a demon." The slayer shrugged as though it was no big deal. Emily took Nate's distraction as an opportunity to reach out and thouch the glowing limb, Nate jumped and pulled it from her hands.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" she asked instinctively. The half demon watching them laughed.

"I'm pretty sure you could just about drop a nuke on that thing and it wouldn't hurt him."

"Why?" Nate finally worked up the courage to ask, Dante looked confused

"Because that armor is…"

"No, why is it like this?"

"Because you're a part devil, like me, I thought it already…"

"But you don't have any… demonic parts." The white haired teen looked beyond frustrated. Dante sighed.

"You have no idea kid…"

A/N: Yup so that's the best leaving point I have! Review response!

Guest: I think anyone in their right mind would freak out, the only things I push myself for are my original works, I deprive myself of sleep from them, but what can I say? It's an addiction.

Till next time,

-Winged Element