Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own any of the devil may cry characters in this fiction, if I did, Kyrie would have died in the first ten minutes of the game and Dante and Nero would be together...and Vergil would be shirtless in the third game...and Arkham would wear a frilly princess dress for my entertainment.
Rated Mature for Violence, Blood and Gore, Possible Incest, Language, Angst, Hot Man Sex in Later Chapters, and other things that I am still thinking up. Enjoy~!
Chapter Two: Forget Me Not
Nero moved as quickly as he could inside the tunnels, occasionally using the strange rigs to his advantage when he found more parasite demons following him. The acid darts and falling sections of ceiling helped in separating him from the demons but each time one died, several more showed up in a matter of minutes. The young hunter was really beginning to worry about Dante now. He just hoped that the elder had realized what kind of demons they were up against before it was too late.
Nero tried his best to open his senses while remaining aware of the triggers for the traps and the parasites that still followed him. He drew the Blue Rose from it's holster and fired a few rounds at the dozen small demons following him. After killing the current horde, he finally caught a faint smell of Dante. He smirked, feeling accomplished since he could track the same way as the older man. Nero could not wait to rub it in his face.
The ex-order member ran down the hallway towards the experienced hunter's scent, sliding under a falling piece of ceiling that threatened to block his path. He was close by, only a few tunnels away from the elder. Nero felt a little relieved that the other's scent was normal and not bloody. He knew it would take more than one parasite to take down Dante. The other hunter was in the next tunnel, he was sure of it.
"Dante!" Nero called out, hoping to get a response. He did not have the chance to listen for one as his foot dropped under his weight again, more than the normal triggers. The flooring under him broke through quickly, barely giving him time to grab onto the ledge with his human arm. "Fuck." Nero breathed as he held onto the tiles at the edge of the hole tightly. He glanced down to see nothing but darkness, no floor visible even when he lit the area with his devil bringer. This is not good… The younger hunter felt something heavy land on the fingers of his left hand, almost making his grip slip. Nero looked up to see Dante standing above him with one boot on his hand. Dante? The younger man thought, feeling something akin to fear build in his chest as he noticed the flaming orange color of the older man's eyes. Nero swallowed the lump in his throat as the pressure on his hand increased, making him cringe. That's…not Dante… An malicious grin that did not belong on the elder's face spread across his lips before the pressure on Nero's hand became unbearable. He let go quickly, unable to grab back onto the ledge even with the use of his devil bringer. The younger man felt weightless for several seconds as he fell, unable to see anything in the darkness around him or where he had fallen from.
Nero felt the air get knocked out of him as his back met hard earth. The ex-order member lied still for a moment, recovering from the fall and wondering where the loud crack had come from when he landed. Struggling to refill his lungs with oxygen, he stood up a bit shakily and illuminated the area with his devil arm. The floor was dirt here, a dark brown in color that matched the walls. The entire area was huge enough that the blue light from Nero's arm could not reach any of the other walls.
The young man looked down as the sight of purple caught his eye. He saw purple running down the fingers of his human arm, no doubt being red blood that had changed color in the blue light. Nero sighed as he looked over his fingers, unable to feel or move them. His middle finger stuck out in a way that he would have found comical during a different circumstance. The blood dripped heavy from his knuckles, the skin broken and covered in a thin layer of dirt.
"Great. Now, I have to fight a parasite infested Dante with one hand. This is turning out to be a wonderful mission." Nero said, exasperated at the turn of events. He walked along the visible dirt wall, hoping to find a way out of the chasm. "What was it that Dante told me about getting rid of parasites? Damn it. Why did I choose today to forget?" The young devil hunter muttered, running his devil bringer through the back of his snowy hair while he ignored the dull ache from his injured hand. It would not be able to heal until he set the bones back into place and he did not have the time to with the possibility of Dante turning up at any moment.
If worse came to worse, Nero feared he would have to kill the older man. He did not know if he could…even if he was able to physically...
I swear if you hurt the kid, I'll kill you in the worst fucking way possible. Dante thought, unable to control or speak due to the parasite imprisoning him inside his own body. He was pissed that the small demon had managed such a strong hold on him, swearing often in his thoughts and hoping the parasite could hear him. The devil only made Dante's body smirk at the threats. The elder growled at it as it jumped down into the cavern Nero had fallen into. It was pitch black as far as the eye could see, no sign of a blue light anywhere. Dante raged inside his own mind, thinking the worst had happened. He better not be dead! For the sake of every living thing around here, he better not be dead! The demon controlling his body either did not hear him or ignored him, choosing to focus on finding Nero as it landed on it's feet perfectly.
It stood still for a moment, seeming to have lost the younger man. Dante laughed at the demon, finding it funny that the parasite would lose the scent so easily. Surprisingly, the small devil seemed to share in the humor of the situation as it made the devil hunter's body chuckle in an inhuman way.
Dante's thoughts went silent as he realized what the parasite was going to do. No. No. No. No! You are not triggering me! He wanted to grit his teeth and tear the demon to shreds before it had a chance to. The younger hunter was dead if the small devil fought him in his devil form. The familiar surge of power rippled through Dante's body before his devil form emerged, still fully under the parasites control. Fuck! Nero run!
Nero moved quickly down the length of the wall, unable to find a tunnel or any other way out. He still could not see the end of the long chasm or any sign of the parasites or Dante. Damn it. Now, I really am lost. Nero sighed, stopping and looking around the barely lit area near him. He wondered if he had enough time alone to fix his left hand. It really was annoying him with the constant throbbing of pain running through out his arm.
In the far off distance, he saw a tiny red flash. The young hunter tilted his head slightly at the pinprick of light, wondering why it seemed familiar. It seemed a lot like Dante's trigger but the elder never said anything about a parasite controlling that. I can recall everything but how to get it out of him? Oh, come on! Nero huffed before turning his back to the source of the strange light. He continued down the side of the wall, keeping his eyes open for a way out of the area as he rubbed above his spilt knuckles.
A strange whistling sound came to his ears along with a faint scent. Nero's eyes widened as he turned around only to be shoved into the wall roughly, something sharp digging into the sides of his neck. Dirt and dust fell on him as he opened his eyes, coming face to face with Dante's grinning devil form. The older man's claws were embedded in the flesh of his neck, digging in deeply and drawing quite a bit of blood. Nero gasped for air as the elder's claws pressed tightly on his windpipe, grabbing the arm that prevented him from gaining enough air with his devil bringer. The ex-order member tried to pull the clawed hand away from his throat but could not without hurting the older slayer. Shit!
"Dante, stop! I-I don't know…how to get rid of this…thing!" Nero gasped for air and hoped Dante could hear him. The grip on his throat tightened and the claws came dangerously close to breaking his neck and windpipe.
Just kill me if you have to, kid! The older man yelled inside his mind, making the parasite twitch at the sudden increase of volume.
Nero felt the grip around his neck slacken for a moment, Dante's triggered body wincing at something unknown to him. He took the needed chance and grabbed the Blue Rose from it's holster, ignoring the pain as he used his injured human hand. He fired it once he had pointed it at the older man, not able to aim with his hand barely able to hold the gun correctly. The bullets tore through Dante's chest, knocking the elder back enough for his claws to slip out of Nero's neck. The young devil slayer rushed forward once he was free, grasping the handle of Rebellion and tearing it from the half demon's back. Without hesitation, he thrust it into the more experienced hunter's chest and spun around so the tip of the sword pierced into the wall. Nero backed away from the pinned man, knowing Dante would be fine and most likely pull himself free of the sword soon.
"I'll figure it out, old man. I'm not going to just leave you here as parasite food." He walked away from the elder as the parasite struggled to slide down the blade. Nero smirked as he moved backwards so he was still facing Dante. "By the way, I can track like you can. So don't you dare say that I rely on my eyes too much again, got it?" With that, he turned around and sprinted into the darkness. He had no clue how he was going to force himself to remember but he had to try.