Nero and Kyrie have a daughter. Nero leaves when his daughter turns five and now his kid is having a kid. Aria refuses to tell her mom but maybe it'll be easier to confide in someone close enough to her but who really can't judge; like the dad that left her.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the storyline and a few OCs.

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Aria

Chapter 2

Two days ago, I'd left in the middle of the night to seek out my father. Now I stood in front of the Devil May Cry "detective agency for special cases" in the heart of the grimiest, most demon ridden stretch of Capulet City. Anyone who needed to know knew that special cases meant demon hunting, including me, but that wasn't important to me. I was here for a different reason. I walked inside.

There he was, the famous demon hunter Dante, sitting with his feet on his desk and a porno magazine on his face.

"What are you here for, kid? We're closed." He criticized, his position never wavering.

"I'm not a kid." I sneered defensively.

"You're not, are you?" he inquired cockily. "What are you 15, 16? You're still a kid."

"I'm 17, thank you very much. And how the hell would you know? You haven't even seen me!"

"Look, are you going to tell me what you want, or not? 'Cause if you're not-" he began, getting out of his seat and walking towards me.

"Hey, Dante?" My dad's voice came from upstairs as he came towards us to the banister, shirtless and looking over his shoulder, "Could I borrow a shirt? I don't seem to-" He stopped mid sentence as he looked at the scene in front of him. His eyes immediately snapped toward me. "What the Hell do you think you're doing here!" he scolded, rapidly moving down the stairs.

"You know her?" Dante questioned confused.

We both ignored him.

"Dad, let me explain." I attempted.

"No. I'm calling your mother right now, and I'm going to find out what's going on." He warned walking swiftly over to Dante's desk and grabbing the phone."

"Dad?" I partially heard Dante yell, seemingly outraged.

"No!" I yelled running in his determined wake and grabbing the hand about to dial. "Dad, please just let me explain." I begged. "It'll take a while but just hear me out."

"You have ten minutes. Go." he reluctantly negotiated.

I told him. I told him everything. Starting with "Mom doesn't know" and ending with "I'm pregnant". I had to take some time in between to explain to Dante that I was in fact Nero's daughter. I explained that I was scared and by the end of my ten minute rant, I was crying. My silver-soaked, platinum blonde bangs shielded my tear stained, crystal blue eyes. My paint brush ponytail seemed to hang limp and sad. My jet black duster hung ready at the door for me to leave and my rebel triumph boots sat loyally beneath it. I tucked my skinny jeaned legs closer to my bright green graphic tee. I wanted my clothing to be all that was left of me. I wanted to shrink into my turtle shell of clothing and disappear from all existence, I was so ashamed.

My dad pulled my head from its nest in my lap. "Look at me." He instructed, concern lacing his voice, "Does your mom know about this?"

"No," I sobbed. He kept his hold on my chin and wiped me tears with his thumb.

"Are you planning on telling her?" he stressed. He already knew the answer.

"Hell no! Are you freakin' crazy?" I sniffed. "Like I said: I left her a note that said I was here where I wanted to stay for a year. Still I'm surprised she hasn't called yet."

Oddly enough, this time Dante contributed to the conversation. He sighed and started getting up.

"No." he began expressing his opinion, "Knowing your mother, she's on her way now."

I nodded and sniffed stiffly.

"I'm still going to call, tell her you're here and safe. I won't tell her why but I'll confirm that you're staying and that that's fine with me." Dad said following Dante.

"Well, if you plan on staying we can't have you sitting around all the time." Dante said walking out of the kitchen with a slice of pizza in hand. "D'you know when you're due?"

Odd question, but a good one no less. Truth was I didn't. If you want to be technical, I didn't even know for sure I was pregnant. But what else could it be? I was craving everything in sight, I was all mood swingy and emotional, I could smell coffee a mile away, and I had some serious weight gain.

"No. Actually I don't." I realized.

"Wait are you even sure you're pregnant?"

"Well yes. But medically no."

"What do you mean medically no?"

"I mean, I haven't gone to a doctor."

"Have you at least gotten one of those OTC pregnancy tests?" My dad intervened.

"No." I stated blankly. Both of them groaned so I added quickly, "But I'm showing all the symptoms!"

"Yeah, except visible growth." Dad commented out loud to himself.

"Dad, I only started experiencing symptoms like half a month ago. And some people, for whatever reason, don't visibly grow at all."

My dad stated at me deadpanned. He exchanged some knowing look with Dante who started grabbing his trench coat and keys. Then he looked back at me.

"We're taking you to a doctor." He said. And he got his coat, grabbed mine and we left.