Their next morning started right busy - at least for Nero. He and Simon were awake early. They were excited, and Nero made sure to take his usual morning shower while the twins were still asleep. He dressed himself and rushed down into their room again. Dante and Vergil stood up in the meantime, taking their showers as well.
Finally the boys could hear voices from the kitchen, as well as they could smell the scent of a nice breakfast. "'I'm not going to enter the kitchen!" Nero complained, when Simon tried to convince him to have their breakfast. "I.. I can't... Either I will be ashamed again or... no I AM still ashamed - but maybe I'll just start to laugh again when I look at Vergil, or both or... I don't know!" the boy blushed deeply, but he had to admit that he was truly hungry. Simon laughed, dragging the boy with him into the kitchen where Vergil stood by the stove, fully dressed, and Dante sat by the table, pouting like a child and complaining about how slow he was. "See, they're not biting. Good morning!" Simon beamed with happiness, hugging both the twins before tugging Nero down next to him on a chair.
Nero struggled, but it didn't help. His face still tinted in a dark crimson he entered the kitchen and sat down when Simon pushed him down on his chair. The boy blinked, watching Vergil's back while he could not avoid an abashed grin. Dante nodded slightly. "G'mornin'" he mumbled before he grabbed the newspaper to unfold and read it. Vergil was too slow this morning, and if he had to die of hunger, then not without the news read! "Good morning, Nero." Vergil said with a smile upon his face as he snatched the newspaper out of his brother's hands, replacing it with a plate. "Did the two of you sleep well?" He asked while serving the rest of the breakfast, he himself settling with only a cup of tea as usual. "H-hey!" Dante was about to complain, but the plate in front of him calmed him down quickly enough. There was nothing better than Vergil's food in the morning!
Nero bit his lower lip. "Morning..." he whispered a little late, then nodded slightly. "Yeah... Even if I thought that I'd never be able to." He gazed at Vergil, immediately starting to smirk again. "We're really sorry for scaring you..." Vergil just shrugged. "I guess I'm somewhat of a chicken mom. It's the same with Yulia." He said with a soft smile. "I worry about my babies too much." He sipped on his tea, just savoring the breakfast calm and to have his family gathered. Simon smiled widely, taking his lover's hand. "We're terribly sorry about yesterday, Vergil." The elder shrugged again. "Don't worry. I apologize myself too." Nero giggled, almost choking at his toast. "But... you... to be honest... you had a nice debut yesterday... I bet we'll NEVER forget hat!" he blurted out, squeezing Simon's hand gently. Dante grabbed his milk, emptying the glass all at once, just to chase away the pictures of their last night, otherwise he'd burst out in a laughter again. "Don't worry brother, you earn what you saw..."
Vergil snorted. "Yeah, yeah, you've all had your fun now, eat up so we can get this done. Christ..." He shook his head, diving into the cup of tea again. "Told you, Yulia, horny little pups all three of them." His cat uttered a slight "meow" in agreement as she jumped up in her master's lap. "Oh, she's so pretty!" Simon called, smiling widely. "I love cats!" Nero grimaced. "She always scratches me, she's jealous of me, because Vergy cares so much!" he said, continuing his meal. Dante reached out a hand, stroking along his brother's cheek. "Oh c'mon... I found it adorable, I told you. And if I wasn't horny at least sometimes we'd have a nice little problem, don't you think, brother?" Vergil grinned. "She scratches you because you're being bad and taking her daddy away from her, don't you, honey?" she purred, cuddling up in a ball. She hissed when Dante reached out to touch his brother, but the elder silenced her by merely touching her. "Oh we would not, Dante, because you'd go and jerk off in the shower." He said with a grin and Simon blushed deeply. This? Was something he had never experienced before.
Dante blushed deeply. "Vergil! Not before the boys!" he tried to calm his brother down, but didn't succeed. Damn it, how embarrassing! "Now you got your revenge... okay?" the younger of the twins pulled his hand back, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Nero laughed, just shaking his head. "You're crazy, really!" He glanced at his boyfriend, noticing him blushing. "Hey, didn't I tell you that they're special, Simon?" Simon nodded. "They sure are." He said with a gentle smile. He really loved these people with all his heart, and he feared the day he'd have to part with them. That day always came, sooner or later. "Oh don't you dare start pouting, Dante!" Vergil demanded, his hand brushing over Yulia's white, beautiful fur.
"Pah!" The younger of the twins stood up, suppressing a laughter. "C'mon ladies, to the car. We can clean that mess afterwards." he pointed to the door, grabbing his coat on the way. Nero smiled, taking his lover's hand again. "We're a family already, but soon it'll be official!"
"B -But the dishes! Dante!" Vergil rose, placing Yulia on the table, too distracted to really know where he put her, and ran after his brother, grabbing Yamato with him at the same time. "I can't believe they're both so nice to me, Nero." Simon said, his eyes happy and sad at the same time. "They hardly know me." Dante sighed. "Forget about the fucking dishes for once!" he called, while he grabbed his car's keys, as well as Ebony, Ivory and Rebellion. "This here is far more important than some dishes." Nero placed an arm around the other boys shoulders, turning his head to kiss his chek. "Don't worry, they're half-demons, just like me and... I think they can see right through you, they just know who's good and who not, I cannot explain it myself, maybe that's something I will learn soon too, or I'm capable of it already and just don't know it..." He followed the twins, dragging Simon along. "Hey, what's up? Why the sad look in your eyes...?" Nero seemed a bit worried. Simon smiled, his arm coming around the other's waist. "You're the only one who's ever been kind to me before, Nero. I'm so afraid that this is all a dream, and that I'll wake up on that dreadful place and everything will be just like it used to be." He said softly as he climbed into the car, the twins still arguing about the dishes. "I love you all so, so much." Simon said, tears making their way down his beautiful cheeks.
Nero blinked a few times, throwing his arms around his boyfriend when he saw Simon's tears. "B-but... that's no reason to cry, Simon! We love you too, especially I love you..." The boy gently kissed the other's tears away, then placing a tender kiss on his lips. "Don't cry. In an hour or two we'll be together forever." Dante sat down behind the steering-wheel. "Now shut up Vergy, you'll survive the dishes waiting unwashed for some time." It hadn't been else when he lived alone, so that shouldn't be too bad now! The younger of the twins shook his head. Alone... How could he ever had endured that? If he had to come back to his place today, and no one was there anymore, he'd probably die of loneliness. "Hey Simon, don't worry, it'll all be okay. We love you." he said, turning his head to the boys who took place on the backseat. When Vergil finally stopped arguing and climbed in as well, Dante started the engine. Vergil sighed heavily, finally surrendering and sitting down in the car. "Yeah, yeah, but just this once!" He said sternly, glancing over his shoulder at Simon.
"I'm a human, Nero. Humans doesn't live forever." The black haired murmured, resting his head on the other boy's shoulder. "Hey, Boy, don't you dare to think about such things right now, okay? What matters is that you're here with us, and we're soon going to be a family, all of us." Vergil promised, placing a gentle hand on the boy's knee. Simon smiled, covering Vergil's hand with his own. "Thank you, Daddy." He gave the man a wink and Vergil chuckled. "Not that? Is something I could get used to." Nero raised his eyebrow. "We're not living forever Simon! Our bodies are human too, and even if we have special powers, we're still bound to the length of a human life, so don't say stuff like that!" Somehow his boyfriends words scared him. He reached out for one of the boy's hands to hold it tight. Dante tried to concentrate on his driving, what wasn't quite easy with three people talking around him. Normally he'd drive like an asshole, but now he was responsible for all of them, and a human wouldn't probably survive such a trip to hell if they'd have an accident.
When they arrived, Vergil immediately took his bother's hand, giving it a squeeze mostly to settle his own worries, and Simon moved a little closer to his boyfriend. "Are we all ready for this?" The elder asked , smiling widely. He couldn't wait to get this over with! Dante held his twin's hand. He smiled softly, looking up to the house they all knew too well. It didn't scare him anymore. He had his big brother by his side, and the boys were here too. There was nothing that could keep them from taking Simon to their place too. "Sure we are!" Dante and Nero said at the same time, the boy placing an arm around his love's shoulder again. "You'll see, half an hour and we're on ou way home again." he said quietly, cupping his friend's cheek with his free hand, to let their lips meet for a tender kiss. Simon returned the kiss just as tenderly, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend tightly. "Yes, then we'll go back home." He said with a smile. Home. It felt somewhat strange that he, for the first time in his life, had a real home. He followed the twins as they entered, Vergil still with one hand in his brother's and one hand on his katana. This time, he did knock, exchanging an uncertain look with his brother before entering.
Dante grimaced. Since when had his brother become that polite? Okay he'd been way more polite than himself since ever, but he didn't care for any of that right now. He put up the cockiest expression he could only manage, when he walked into the director's office, Nero and Simon following. That woman looked up from some papers she was messing around with, then her eyes widened. First, she only stared at Dante and Vergil, then her eyes met Nero, and she was struggling to hide her fear, but when she caught a glimpse of Simon she went REALLY pale. "W-what are... you doing here...?" she almost whispered, trying to seem as calm as possible, but they could all tell that she was near to getting hysteric. Nero only raised an eyebrow, while Dante wrinkled up his nose. When he was younger he couldn't have noticed it, but now that he had grown and learned how to deal with his powers he could not deny it anymore. "It stinks..." he whispered to his brother, quietly enough for only him to hear. He was sure that he could feel it too. Vergil nodded curtly. "Demon." He whispered quietly. "We are here for the papers of this young boy." He said, nudging Simon in front of him gently. "We wish to take him in." 'Wish' might have been stupid to say, since he practically demanded that she'd bring them the papers. Simon stared at that hateful woman, searching for the older twin's hand which he shyly grabbed.
Nero stood next to his boyfriend, wrapping an arm around the boy's waist. "It's okay, don't worry." he whispered, but he was a little worried himself. He'd never seen that bitch acting like that. She seemed to be truly afraid, even if she tried to hide it. "B-but..." The director stood up, still staring at Simon as if she saw a ghost or something. "We... we don't have any papers of him! He... left us about... 25 years ago!" she stammered, her hands clenching around the edge of her desk. "Very funny Lady..." Dante said, moving a step forward to support his hands on her desk just opposite of her. "Only a... let's say... friendly advice... because I could find my brother again, after YOU separated us..." he took a deep breath. "Hand over the fucking papers, and we will not bother you any longer..." Simon pressed his body against Nero's. He was truly afraid now. "You better listen to him, because he has a very foul temper. Even worse than mine." Vergil said, fixing his icy blue eyes on that goddamned bitch. She actually trembled a little, as if sensing his strength.
Nero laid both arms around his lover, holding him close. He didn't really get what was going on here, nor what she had meant before. "It's all right... we'll get this over, at least the two of them will, I promise..." the boy stroke his friend's back in a soothing way, until he lifted his head a bit to look at the director, but kept silent. Dante took a deep breath. "You know what Lady...?" He drew Ivory, circling the gun around his finger, while he started to walk up and down in front of her desk, his head bent back thoughtfully, as if he would stare at the ceiling. "Now I get what that was all about... punishing us all the time, and then trying to separate us... You knew it, didn't you? You knew exactly who we were... And you could have guessed what would have happened if he had stayed, especially together... You just had to tear us apart, no? But you should have wasted a thought to the future... We were supposed to find each other again, even to come back... Yeah now I get this... You would have killed us, if it was possible, right?" he turned to the desk again, his face cleaned from every expression. "You would have come into trouble explaining why two of your children lost their heads, huh? Same with Nero..." Again he took a deep breath, his gun still circling around his finger. Nero listened quietly, his eyes widened slightly, but he still didn't get ANYTHING! "Dante." Vergil reminded him, motioning towards the boys. "Composure, dear brother." He said, moving his coat from where he always hid his sword. "Told you, bad temper." He said, smiling motionlessly. "N-Nero." Simon released Vergil's hand to wrap them around his lover. "I'm scared. What is she talking about?" He whispered, his eyes widened in fear and confusion.
The woman just stared at Dante, seeming paralyzed for quite a while. "But I..." she started, but Dante cut her word off. "You don't need to explain yourself... We know who you are... Or better, who you REALLY are... Nobody would have bothered you, if you had made your fucking job the way it was meant to be. But you dug your own grave in that point..." he smiled almost friendly while he didn't give a damn about his brother's words. That bitch had only two choices, and both would end up in her death. "Just hand over the papers, we'll get it over with and just leave and we'll never come back again, it's quite simple..." Nero swallowed, pulling Simon even closer. "You're not alone there honey... I dunno what this is all about, but it frightens me too... I... think that I have some apprehension, but I'm not sure." The director took a step back, her gaze wandering from one to another. "I told you that we don't have any papers for him! That boy left us 25 years ago. His name is Simon, right?"
"Yes, but he did not leave you 25 years ago. He is seventeen, not 42." Vergil said, beginning to lose his temper. "Now, give my brother the papers." He said, massaging his temples. This was giving him a headache, and it was bad. He so should have done the dishes first. "Danm it... just take the cursed boy and leave! We don't have any papers so do as you wish, I never want to see him here again, no GO!" the director blurted out, making another step backwards. Dante giggled. "Sure thing... just so that you can call the police then, telling them that we'd kidnapped him huh? And if you were lucky enough they'd take us to different cells, maybe different prisons too. Do you REALLY think that we're THAT stupid? Sometimes I'm really glad to be only half a demon... seems that your brains all have a slight disorder..." The hunter drew his second gun too, pointing both at that woman. "C'mon bitch, that's your last chance!"
Nero gasped, slowly shaking his head. Now he got it! "Wonderful, truly, wonderful..." he muttered, then looked at his boyfriend again. "A demon..." he whispered, as if it was nothing special. "Obviously one that isn't able to count at all..." he smiled soothingly, running a hand through Simon's black hair. "Don't be afraid, it's their job to hunt demons, and... I got a really tough one my own, I told you... Everything's gonna be all right." Simon trembled. He didn't want this. "Please don't!" He called to Dante, still shaking in his lover's arms. "Please, I don't want anyone to get hurt. I..." He sobbed. "Please, let's just go home?" He begged but Vergil shook his head. "We cannot do that, Simon. This is our job, and not even she can do anything to hurt us." He said with confidence. The director shook her head. "I'm sorry, but this is the truth! I can show you the books from that time!" she suggested, but Dante only shook his head. "Gonna get help? You're disappointing me... I hoped for at least some fun, after you had years of tyrannizing this place..."
Nero put his hands onto his boyfriend's shoulders, connecting their lips for a gentle kiss. "Can you bear a few minutes without me?" he asked quietly, his right arm pulsing with power again. "I can't let them alone... It is my revenge too..." Simon nodded, tears running down his cheeks. "I never meant it to be like this, Nero. I never wanted this." He whispered, throwing his arms around the other's neck, claiming his lips again. "Be careful." He whispered before releasing his beloved friend from his embrace. Nero smiled gently. "Don't cry honey, it's okay, really. Believe me. I'll be careful, but please, whatever happens, stand back okay, our wounds heal right away, so nothing to worry about, okay?" he whispered, holding him close for a moment, while he returned the kiss. He let his hand run through the silky black hair, kissing his love another time before he turned around. "Dante?"
The younger of the twins turned his head, gazing at Nero. "What is it, kid?" Nero sighed inwardly, but this wasn't the time to complain about shit like that. "I'm in, just gimme your sword. That's my problem too, and you know that..." Dante raised an eyebrow, exchanging a look with his brother. Vergil nodded. "Do it. This is his fight just as much as ours." He said, placing a hand on Nero's shoulder. "Move, Simon." He demanded, more or less placing the boy as far away as he could before returning to his brother's side. "Nero?" Simon called, swallowing. "I love you." Nero smiled, glancing back to his boyfriend. "I love you too, Simon, I'll show you how much once we got home, promise!" Dante nodded slightly. He didn't really like the kid to fight, but it was his right as well as it was theirs. He drew Rebellion off his back, handing it over to Nero carefully. "Once we're done with this, we'll get you your own weapons." he stated, taking Ebony and Ivory again. "I'd like it." Nero grinned, now standing between the twins. The director just looked at them. "So you really gonna fight me?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slowly. "Yes. For revenge, for Simon. For just being pissed. So yes, we are going to demolish your very soul." Vergil said, drawing his katana. "Show us what you've got." He demanded.
It became silent for a whole while. No one seemed to move, and the tension built up. Nero as well as Dante looked at the bitch. They wouldn't make the first step. Not as long as they didn't know WHAT they'd have to face. The director went to her desk again, drawing an ugly old sword from underneath it. It didn't seem special, not now. Dante shook his head, Nero even laughed. "If this is a joke... it is really disappointing..." the hunter muttered, circling his guns around his fingers again. "Now c'mon we don't have time until next year, there are many more bitches like you that scream for getting haunted..." Vergil's eyes narrowed. 'What fools.' He thought. "Never underestimate an opponent. It may lead to your death." He murmured. There was something about this he did not like at all. The way she just stood there, staring at them. "Come on," He demanded. "Shift!" Simon bit his lip, his arms wrapped tight around his trembling body. He was so scared. What if they found out? What if she killed them? He begged and pleaded for any God up there to hear his prayers and save the ones he loved.
The director just laughed, when nobody tried to stop her as she grabbed her sword. She wasn't about to lose, she'd never lost! For about a second she closed her eyes, then her body started to tremble, her clothes were ripped into pieces when she seemed to deform. She grew even bigger, her skin pale, tentacles grew at several parts of her body, and her arms became huge and strong. The sword she was holding started to pulse in a dark red light, with black sparks dancing around the blade. All three half-demons could feel its demonic power, strong enough to make them feel sick just because of it's pure presence. That demon still laughed, sounding scratchy and high pitched.
Nero swallowed when he sensed somewhat really strong inside the room. It didn't take him long to notice the source of it - that sword! He felt truly sick, but he could also feel his own hand craving for her soul. It pulsed in a light-blue light, that grew stronger with the demonic energy of that sword. Dante's rebellion was similar to it, but not THAT strong. Dante whistled through his teeth. "An I thought that you were ugly enough before... I'd never imagined that it could be even WORSE!" He could feel her devilish power too, and he was well aware of what it would mean. Wounds that were caused by her sword could not be affected by their own healing process, what meant that a critical hit might kill them, no matter what. The only question left was where the fuck she got such an artifact from. "This is gonna be hard..." he whispered to his brother, giving him a wink. "But we'll get a nice reward out of it, I believe..."
Vergil did not seem impressed by his brother's words. "This is bad, Dante." Was all he said before he launched forwards, managing to cut her arm with his sword before dodging back, staring with hatred as the wound closed. "This is really bad." The demon just kept standing. She laughed again. "Maybe you should just give it up and go home, half-mortals...?" She didn't need to tell them that she wouldn't let them go, did she? She had time, and she could wait. It would be more pleasurable if they tried to run away like scared kittens. Dante grinned. "Never! I'm sorry kid, but you'll have to give me my sword back... I fear it is the only weapon that might harm her..." Nero gazed at Dante, shaking his head. "Then I'll finish her off..." he just said, his eyes sparkling with pleasant anticipation. "That's no fun anymore Nero, now gimme my sword back!" Dante demanded, but it was already too late, the boy was driven by his devilish instincts, his arm, an the only way to get his sword back would probably mean to fight him until he dropped it. "Damn it!"
"Nero!" Simon screamed. "Give him back his sword! He's stronger than you are! NERO!" when his boyfriend didn't listen, he advanced towards the fight to stand just behind the elder of the twins. "Nero! Get back here!" Vergil demanded, worry seeping through his mask of coldest ice. Nero turned around grinning, Dante's sword in his left hand, his right arm lifted a bit. He looked at the twins, as well as Simon, his eyes glowing in a bright red. He didn't say anything before he reversed again, facing the former director. He wasn't about to give the sword back.
"Well well... so the kid wants to die first? Good... Now that decisions are made... could we start?" the demon growled, lifting her sword to motion Nero to attack. The boy could feel her power too well, the power that would make him stronger. His body was shaking, but he didn't care. "NERO DAMN IT! SHUT THE FUCK UP AND COME BACK!" Dante clenched his teeth. They shouldn't have let him fight with them! Now they could do nothing else but to stare when Nero ran towards that huge thing, swinging Rebellion in front of him...
"Vergil, do something!" Simon pleaded, shaking the elder's body. "I-I can't." Vergil whispered, his face reflecting true despair. Please, don't do this Nero! You have control, remember!" Simon screamed, trying to advance further towards the one he loved but was stopped by Vergil's arms coming around his waist. Dante sighed. Why did they let something like this happen? If that damned demon didn't have that sword everything would be all right - he trusted Nero far enough as that he could really harm that thing, but with that sword she had? No way. The younger of the twins narrowed his eyes, pointing Ebony and Ivory onto her Arm. That was the least that they could do. He sent several showers of bullets to her hand that held the sword, but despite of her foul blood spraying around in the entire room he didn't really succeed in anything.
Nero didn't listen anymore, at least no more to the mortal voices. He raised Rebellion to slam it into the demon's flesh, and he could actually manage it. He was even able to dodge that dangerous sword, but the moments that he was close enough to harm her went less. He'd become tired sometime, and then she would have an easy game with him.