Author's Note:
I really hope this chapter makes up for the last one, I think the ending will and before you go there, don't skip to the ending now to read it! Anyway, as some of you know, I am currently working on designing a pattern to make a werewolf Nero plush! I'll post pictures up as soon as I get one done so you all can tell me what you think! Thank you to everyone for your reviews, follows, and favorites. You all make my day and keep me writing. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry, it's characters, or Capcom. If I did I would send the new "Dante" back to the hell hole the idea crawled out of the chain smoking loser.

~*I Cry Wolf: Chapter 6*~

Dante managed to make it back to the shop without incident or Nero waking up...which meant that for now Lady Luck had decided to smile on him. However, Dante knew for a fact that she never smiled for long especially in his direction. Pulling up to the double doors the elder wasted no time in carefully picking Nero up from the backseat and booking it into the building before anyone saw, not that anyone in his neighborhood would care. Once inside Dante realized that he was now faced with a whole new set of problems. He had to find someway of securing Nero so that if he woke up Dante would at least have a few seconds to react before he got a throat full of fangs. He turned this way, then that, searching the shop for anything that would be strong enough to hold a full sized werewolf. Suddenly a flash of blue on the far wall caught his attention and a slow smile spread across his face.

"Jackpot," he whispered. Slowly he set Nero down in the far corner of the shop, and after moving the couch a safe distance away, he proceeded to walk up the wall that housed his Devil Arms and grabbed the blue slightly foggy object that had caught his attention. He allowed his demonic aura to flare ever slow slightly, not enough to alert Nero, but enough to wake the sleeping Devil Arm in his hand. Slowly, Dante felt the weapon come to life as the spirit inside began stir.

"What does master want with us?" came a trio of distant voices deep within his mind.

"Wake up you lazy dogs, I need you for something important," Dante stated giving the weapon in his hand a none to gentle shake.

"Cerberus is here to serve the master," three voices spoke in unison.

"Good, now are you strong enough to secure and hold a full grown werewolf?" Dante asked as he slowly turned to face where Nero lay. There was a moment of pause before three growling voices exploded in his head.

"A werewolf, the master has gone mad!" one voice growled with a roar.

"No it can not be done, we cannot do it!" another shouted above it's brother.

"We should have stayed with master Mundus!" the third stated with the loudest roar yet.

Dante tightened his grip on the nun-chuck until his knuckles turned white, his demonic aura flared in his anger, as he shook the weapon violently. Instantly all three voices silenced and Dante was given the impression of the large demon cowering with it's tail between it's legs.

"I am your master now and you will answer my question," he seethed his inner demon turning his eyes red and his voice deep and threatening. Again there was a moment of pause before the voices spoke again.

"We cannot hold a full grown werewolf permanently," one stated.

"Temporarily maybe," another added.

"Not if the beast used full strength," the third chimed in. Dante let loose a long sigh.

"How long could you hold him if he was at his full strength," the elder asked his patience growing thin.

"We do not know, we have no concept of what you call time," the voices answered together. Dante thought for moment and turned his gaze to the beautiful, deadly creature that Nero had become, and made up his mind.

"I need you to change your form, become what I need to bind this werewolf as securely as you can," Dante stated as he slowly walked over to Nero's still form.

"We will do as master says. Lay us down next to the creature," the voices stated. Slowly never taking his eyes off of Nero's form Dante laid the icy nun-chuck beside the unconscious werewolf.

Standing once again and taking several steps back, Dante watched as Cerberus began to move and vibrate, it's outline became fuzzy almost as if it was slowly dissapearing. Suddenly a blinding white light began to form at the weapons center and Dante was forced to look away as the light grew until the entire weapon had been devoured by it. Dante jumped as he heard the sounds of something large and heavy slam and penetrate into the nearby walls causing the shop to rattle and shake. The deafening sounds of metal groaning and scraping filled the shop, and Dante could swear he heard the three heads nearly screaming in pain. He was suddenly struck with a slight twinge of guilt and was on the verge of thinking that this had been a very bad idea and telling Cerberus to stop, when suddenly the light faded and all sound stopped leaving an eerie silence in it's wake. Dante turned his head, and gave a low whistled as he took in the sight before him. The middle nun-chuck had changed to become a wide, thick collar that was secured around Nero's neck, while the other two had changed to become shackles around Nero's front legs. Stemming from all three were long, thick chains roughly four to five feet in length, that were secured to the walls behind Nero by solid steel plates that had riveted themselves into the walls and the brick that lay behind that. The elder took in the Devil Arm's new form with appreciation and respect, hoping that this was a sign that he had not underestimated the weapon.

"That will work Cerberus, you have pleased your master," Dante stated and was given a quite growling purr in response.

Giving a sloppy two fingered salute, the red clad slayer turned and walked over to his desk. Taking a seat in his old, but comfy chair he pulled out Ebony, Ivory, and Blue Rose and began the painstaking process of dismantling the beloved pistols to give them a much needed and well deserved cleaning. Suddenly the elder stopped as he realized that both of Ebony and Ivory's clips were completely spent leaving not a single silver bullet to be had. Cursing, Dante quickly snatched up Blue Rose and flipping the barrel open let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding.
Sitting snugly inside the revolvers barrel was a single glittering silver bullet. Sending up a silent thank you that Lady Luck was still somehow smiling down on him, he carefully pulled the bullet from it's chamber and placed it into the front pocket of his black shirt. While having one bullet was far better than none at all, it still meant that Dante had one chance, one fail safe. Those were odds that the elder did not like one bit, however he knew it could be far worse. Blowing out a breath through his bangs, Dante returned to the task of dismantling the pistols before him, and almost as an after thought, he flipped the receiver from the old rotary phone and let it hang off the side of the desk. The last thing he needed right now was for someone to call, everything else in the world could wait.

Now all he had to do was keep busy until the kid decided to wake up and then...well...Dante wasn't sure he wanted to think that far ahead just yet.

~*I Cry Wolf*~

Slowly Nero felt himself coming back to the world of, what he hoped, was the living. Slowly he tried flexing his fingers, then his toes, then he moved on to his legs, and arms. Feeling satisfied that nothing was broken, but not quite ready to open his eyes Nero tried to remember how he ended up in his current state of darkness in the first place. He remembered going on a mission with Dante and arguing with the old man about his choice of music on the drive there, but after that...nothing. Deciding to give up since the effort was making his head hurt to much, Nero instead took a hesitant sniff to try and get a better understanding of his surroundings. If they were still in danger he wanted to try and play opossum until he was sure nothing was going to kill him the second he opened his eyes. Slowly the smells, of gunpowder, dust, stale beer and old pizza filled his nose...which meant he was home back at Devil May Cry. Nero mentally groaned...if he was home then that meant Dante had to carry him back like a some kind of damsel in distress and he'd never hear the end of it. Well, he might as well get it over with, plus it felt like he was laying on the floor for some reason and it was getting to be incredibly uncomfortable. Slowly Nero pushed himself up into a standing position only to find he couldn't seem to get further than being on is hands and knees. Frowning he opened his eyes, only to find himself staring straight down the barrel of Ebony. What. The. Fuck! Nero was about to voice his oh so colorful thoughts when Dante beat him to it.

"Nero if you're in there you've got to the count of five to let me know it or I'm going to blow your brains all over the wall behind you." the elder stated his voice like ice and his face betraying nothing. Nero was starting to freak out, what the hell was Dante thinking and what was his problem!? Did his face get messed up or something, or did his arm do something freaky?

"One."

Nero's attention instantly turned back to the man in front of him. Nero tried to open his mouth to give Dante a piece of his mind, but when he tried something seemed to be keeping him from it, the only thing to come out was a long, deep growl. Nero jumped slightly at the sound and Dante clicked off Ebony's safety.

"Two."

Nero felt the first stirrings of panic well up inside of him. What was going on, why couldn't he talk or open his mouth? He tried to hold his hands up in surrender in an effort to let Dante know he had no idea what was going on and froze. His arms didn't want to move right, it was like his elbow had been turned the wrong way.

"Three."

Okay forget stirrings Nero was in full fledged panic mode. Something was wrong, very, very fucking wrong with him. Nero placed his hand on the floor in front of him, and turned his gaze down to look at it, only for him to not believe what he was seeing. Instead of his hand, all he saw was a large paw that was wrapped in what looked like shredded pieces of his jacket. Suddenly the missing parts of Nero's memory slammed into him with crippling force...the woods, the werewolves, Dante hugging him in the grass, the lone werewolf leaping from the trees, and the blinding pain in his Devil Bringer as the werewolf bit down, it's fangs penetrating the demonic armor like a hot knife through butter.

"Four."

Nero felt himself start to hyperventilate He'd been cursed...he was a werewolf, and Dante...Dante was about to kill him. It was hopeless, he couldn't talk, he couldn't even move his body right and the man he secretly loved was about to end his life thinking he was a mindless killing animal. Nero felt his eyes begin to sting as the sheer hopelessness of the situation began to set in. Suddenly large tears began to slowly slip from Nero's eyes to slide down his fur covered cheeks, but the young hunter was to lost in his fear and grief to notice. However someone else did notice. Dante froze as he watched tear after tear slip free and slide down those glistening fur covered cheeks to pool on the floor beneath.

"Nero...are you...is it really you?" he whispered taking a hesitant step forward.

Upon hearing his name Nero jerked his head up to meet Dante's eyes dead on, and upon seeing the slight shimmerings of hope and something unknown shining in their depths, Nero felt himself let out a quite whimper of longing, pleading with the elder to see him, to see that he was there.

"Jesus...Nero, I'm sorry...I...I had to know if it was you or if...," Dante couldn't finish as the sudden feelings of relief and hope flooded through him. The elder dropped to his knees and placed a gloved hand over his eyes as he felt tears of his own threaten to fall. Slowly Nero crept forward as best he could and very carefully placed his head in Dante's lap. He nearly leapt out of his skin as he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around his neck and a slightly damp cheek bury itself in the thick fur of his neck. Neither one said a word...there were no words needed.

They stayed that way long after the sun had set...

~*To Be Continued*~

Author's Note: I'm really happy with the way this chapter came out and I hope you are too. This is not the end, not by a long shot, and no I'm not telling you what's going to happen, you'll just have to keep reading to find out! :)