Heyo, extra chapter for ya. Had this one halfway done while I was working on the previous chapter, so it will be some time before the next one.

In response to confidential.liar: Yes, but Nero spent some time in an orphanage before that. And to Nero, the four years he spent there was like an eternity.

In response to tenimyuohtori: Yes, Vergil had good reason to not know Nero was his son and be away from him. Nero's mother on the other hand is a story that will be explained with time. Yeah, family stuff is weird to Nero, since he also had to wrap his head around his love for Kyrie, who was basically a sister to him. Also, no prob. I update when I can and I really like responding to these reviews.

In response to reddevil47: That would be quite the twist, wouldn't it?

In response to NightlyRowanTree: Of course. I appreciate the thanks, my friend.

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Dante watched as Nero stormed out of the Devil May Cry, nearly putting a hole in the wall with the strength he used to swing the door open.

"Damn. Didn't think he'd react like that..."

Dante said, itching at his pale hair awkwardly. Vergil gave a glare to his brother before moving toward the discarded Yamato.

"You were a fool Dante. That was clearly not that right time to reveal your theory to him."

Vergil said, lifting Yamato from the floor. He inspected the sword, admiring it's pristine condition. The scabbard to Yamato then formed in his other hand and he sheathed the weapon.

"What else was I supposed to do? Wait until dinner and say 'hey kid, you're sitting next your father'?"

Dante asked, lifting his free arm in an aggressive questioning gesture. The Sparda gave an angry pulse in reaction to Dante's words.

"Perhaps you could've waited until he was more comfortable with the idea of meeting his father, Dante. I doubt he appreciates my absence from his life."

"Oh, so now you accept the fact that you're his father?!"

Dante snarled, taking and aggressive step forward. Sparda gave another angry pulse, but much more powerful than the last.

The pulse was so intense that it made Dante drop the Devil Sword, producing a loud clatter as it met the floor.

Vergil eyed the weapon suspiciously before the familiar reading it gave clicked in the older twin's mind.

"Dante... That's father's sword, isn't it?"

Dante paused, having completely forgotten about his previous worries about Vergil and Sparda.

Dante sighed, bending down to lift the weapon from it's place. The Devil Sword gave an angry shock to Dante when he touched it, forcing him to leave it there.

"Yeah..."

Dante muttered, finding no point in hiding it from his twin anymore. Vergil stepped forward, staring at his father's Devil Arm.

"It does not look the way I expected it to."

Dante looked at Vergil for a moment before doubling over in laughter. Vergil gave a confused look to his twin for a few seconds before giving in to the infectious humor in the air.

The brothers stood in the Devil May Cry, quietly laughing at the Devil Arm on the floor.

Patty watched from the stairway, completely and utterly confused.

-Transition-

Dante sighed as he pulled the damaged floor boards from the rest of the wood, discarding them in order to replace them with undamaged ones.

Meanwhile Vergil repaired the walls, which were covered in gashes from Takemikazuchi as well as the large hole that resulted from Nero's punch.

Sparda sat in the middle of the room, refusing to let anyone pick it up. Even Patty had tried, but was simply unable to lift it due to it's weight rather than giving a shock like it did to the twins.

The jukebox played a gentle jazz song in the corner, filling the room with something other than awkward silence and the squeaking of the ceiling fan.

Dante yelped as he brought down the hammer and missed the nail, smashing his thumb.

Vergil grinned upon hearing his twin's pained swearing. He then ripped out another section of wall that had been sliced through.

Thankfully none of the damage touched the pipes or wires in the shop, making any extra repairs uneeded.

Dante shook his hand of the pain before resuming his work, putting a little more force into his hammer swings.

By now the sun was already setting, and Patty had long since gone home. Nero had yet to come back, and both brothers quietly wondered where he went.

Vergil finished plastering up the last gash in the wall, stepping down from the ladder he was using and wiped his hands on a white cloth.

Dante also hammered in the last nail for the floorboards, dropping the hammer and laying back lazily.

"Hey Verge, wanna go to town with me tomorrow to pick up some paint?"

"I wouldn't mind accompanying you. Have you any plans for dinner?"

"I was thinking pizza."

"We had pizza yesterday."

"So?"

"...I have a feeling that this is a habit for you."

Dante rolled his eyes as Vergil moved from the office to the kitchen, hearing the faint sound of the refrigerator door opening.

After inspecting the contents of the fridge, which were practically non-existent besides beer, Vergil sighed and closed the door.

"Pizza it is then. We will have to retrieve cooking ingredients tomorrow as well."

Vergil muttered as he walked back into the main room. Dante jumped up from the floor and jogged over to his desk.

"On it!"

He said, kicking the desk with just enough force to send the phone into the air. After snatching the device from the air Dante set about ordering the evening meal.

Vergil sighed, taking a loom at the undamaged papers on Dante's desk while the younger devil ordered their dinner.

It was nearly a miracle that the papers had not been destroyed during the two fights that took place.

Vergil leaned forward, inspecting the papers more closely. He then noticed that something was off.

"Dante, have you noticed that funds have been draining from your account for two years?"

Dante pressed the receiver to his shoulder before responding.

"No. I just thought it was part of the bank fee."

"The bank you use does not charge a banking fee. Someone has been deliberately sapping your money."

Dante's face contorted into one of fury. Even Vergil felt uncomfortable seeing such a look on his usually care free brother.

The younger half devil quickly finished ordering before hanging up the phone and joining Vergil in looking at the papers.

Vergil pointed out key numbers on the various payments, noting that the total amount of funds in Dante's account had decreased between the year before and the present, despite the lack of use of the account.

"Look, the amount taken has steadily grown as the account was not used. Whoever is doing this has grown bold."

"Fuckers. I'm gonna kill whoever did this."

Vergil straightened from his bent position, crossing his arms in something between annoyance and confusion.

Dante gave a pleading look to Vergil, still hiding a twinge of rage.

"Verge, help me find the guy doing this. You know more about this than I do, and I'm the one who owns the damn account!"

Vergil locked eyes with his brother for a long period of time, inspecting the intention behind the blue eyes the Sparda lineage was known for.

Finding nothing but desire to reclaim his money, Vergil deemed Dante's plea acceptable.

"Very well. We shall investigate further in town tomorrow. Should we manage to find this person, we will dish out proper punishment."

Dante returned his raging stare to the papers. If looks could damage things, the desk would've had a burning hole in it.

"Oh, that's for damn sure. I've been living in debt and somebody has been stealing my money right out from under my nose!"

Sparda sensed the change in mood and gave a rattle similar to the vibrate setting on a smart phone.

"Shut up dad!"

Dante snapped, shocking Vergil completely.

Dante wasn't one to lose his cool, let alone to yell at a supposedly animate object. Somehow, it felt even more powerful due to said object being Sparda itself.

The Devil Sword surprisingly stilled, having supposedly sensed that it had no place lashing out at Dante for his well placed rage.

Vergil kept his eyes on the Devil Arm for a while, still quite stunned by the events that had taken place.