A/N: I should totally be getting in the shower but now I really am excited to write more of this XD maybe I will make it tonight before two am… hmm… anywho, I'll just jump right in, no reason not to right?

Disclaimer: I own DMC about as much as I own the concept of vampires.

Sad Sunday

Nero picked at the food sitting in front of him, disappointed in the flavor. It wasn't that Kyrie was a bad cook, she was actually pretty talented in the kitchen, she certainly had years of practice on himself and Credo. No this must be a side effect of his change and it was one that was extremely disheartening. Never again would he be able to truly enjoy his girlfriend's cooking… he sighed and Jennifer looked over at him, Kyrie noticed and looked as well, seeing the partial devil staring at his plate like a kicked puppy.

"Nero if you're not hungry you don't have to eat it." She said with a small grin.

"It's not that…" he said, still looking upset.

"Can you eat it?" Jennifer asked curiously.

"Yeah but it doesn't taste very good…" the hunter moped, twirling the fork around the alfredo again sadly. Kyrie made an amused face and Jennifer tried to hide her grin. Nero looked up and saw the mirth that was leaking out of the two women.

"What?" he said, he didn't find the current situation very funny at all.

"You just look so depressed about it." Jennifer said and Kyrie giggled.

"It's very depressing!" the vampire exclaimed "I will never be able to enjoy Kyrie's cooking the same way again!" both women were openly laughing now. "I don't see what's so funny about that…" he continued his mope.

"You're just like the typical guy," Jennifer laughed "thinking with your stomach first."

"She's right." Kyrie piped up between giggles. Nero sighed and shook his head, poking a lone noodle.

"Think about this," the blonde said "now you're able to enjoy your girlfriend's blood, something far more intimate and kinkier if you ask me." Kyrie blushed and Nero sighed again.

"I already liked the taste of blood as a quarter devil though, now it's just more… demanding. And normal food tastes like crap…" the hunter heard the girls whispering and looked up, trying to pick up their whispers but they stopped before he could interpret what they were saying.

"What?" he asked again.

"Oh nothing." Kyrie giggled, biting the edge of her lip in a way that Nero had long ago decided was adorable.

"What is it?" he asked again, now a little more curious.

"It's just that you look like a puppy when you mope and Kyrie and I were deciding how adorable it was." Jennifer said with a snicker.

"I do not look adorable!" the partial devil said adamantly, he was a man! Men did not look adorable!

"Yes you do." Kyrie giggled, effectively setting her boyfriend's cheeks ablaze.

"You guys are mean." Nero said, getting up and taking care of his plate, covering it in hopes that maybe he'd want it later, though he was sure that he was just kidding himself, and went upstairs, leaving the girls to their own devices.

He took the time to carefully clean out Red Queen and Blue Rose, checking each and every detail of his beloved weapons, they needed to be looked after too or one of them might fail him in a moment of need. Once that was done he made sure that all of his belongings were neatly put away and then lay down to take a nap.

-Blood and Bullets-

Nero woke to a hand gently stroking his bangs back from his face, he opened his eyes and saw Kyrie sitting above him, a grin gracing her pretty face. The demonic teen was about to speak up when he felt his fangs throb lightly. He ignored the sensation and smiled at her.

"Hey," she said softly

"Hey," he said back, clearing his throat at the scratchy sound that came out. Kyrie raised a brow at him.

"You okay?" she kept stroking his hair, the warmth from her hand seeping into his skin.

"Yeah," the vampire tried but felt himself nearly choke on his own breath when he inhaled.

"Nero?!" Kyrie's eyes widened in alarm as the hunter sat up and coughed loudly.

"I'm okay…" he managed after a couple more moments coughing "I just choked on my own spit…"

"…that's gross." The songstress said flatly, staring at her boyfriend in disgust.

"I'm sorry!" the partial devil said, "What did you think was happening?"

"I thought maybe you were getting sick again like you did before…"

"Oh…uh nope. Just some normal spit choking." Nero said before pecking his girlfriend on the lips.

"Hey! You just choked!" Nero grinned then growled playfully and flipped them over.

"But I'm starting to learn, I don't have to breathe." His grin was now predatory as his fangs slipped into view. It was Kyrie's turn to feel her breath hitch as Nero bent down and kissed her deeply, his tongue slipping past her lips after a moment and stroking against hers softly. Then the vampire felt his heart start back up in a rapid beat; he disengaged and sat up, baring his fangs and putting a hand to his chest coughing violently.

"Jeez Nero, did you do it again?" Kyrie asked with a small grin. He shook his head as pain started to burn in his shoulder. He couldn't manage to form words, simply grabbed her hand and put it to his chest so she could feel the rapid beat. The songstress' eyes widened as she felt it and realized that this was no laughing matter.

A/N: I just heard the cards against humanity thing that describes Dante to a T… I want to die having sex on top of a pizza… on a more interesting note I know where this story is going finally! Yeah!

Till next time,

-Winged Element