!AUTHOR'S NOTE: FOR ANYONE WHO DOESN'T LIKE DANTE X NERO, I'M SORRY. AND TO ANYONE WHO JUST LIKES THEM FOR SEX, I ALSO APOLOGIZE. I CAN'T WRITE SEX YET BUT I JUST HAD TO MAKE THEM A PAIRING. IF YOU DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ BECAUSE FROM THIS POINT ON THERE WILL BE SHOUNEN-AI!

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

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

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Aria

Chapter 7

~Nero's POV~

Two days after my unexpected trip to Kyrie's, I got back to Devil May Cry.

Dante had gotten Aria from the Hospital and when I got there, she was in her room doing whatever she does.

Dante was walking around shirtless in a pair of loose fitting jeans with a towel over his head imitating his silvery white hair. I froze with a blush over my face. Then the door slammed behind me and he looked up.

"Hey, kid. Where'd you run off to?" he asked with his trademark smirk.

I looked down at the floor and rubbed the back of my neck casually. "I uh, I um . . . went to Kyrie's. I'm sorry, I haven't slept in two days." I half lied. It was true I made the trip without stopping for sleep but that wasn't why I was off.

He chuckled a bit, "So then she isn't lying?" I looked him inquisitively even though I knew what he meant.

"You know what I mean." he told and the blush I tried so hard to disguise flooded to my face.

"You know," he began, grinning and sauntering over to me, "you're pretty cute when you blush like that." my head snapped up and my heart skipped a beat as he laced his strong arms around my waist.

"D-D-Dante? W-What're you doing?" I freaked.

"Well, you love me, right?"

"W-Well, yeah but-but you're not in-in l-love w-with me."

"Now what makes you think that?" he asked bending down and pressing his nose to mine. I could feel my face redden and I tried desperately to escape his gaze. I couldn't breathe while he was this close to me let alone speak! I licked my lips and gawked my mouth open and closed just trying to moisten it.

"Nero," he almost sang, my eyes snapped to his and damn that because once they did I couldn't look away, "I love you." he said and he pressed his lips softly against mine. First, if it were possible, my eyes widened more, then, as if on Que. they fluttered closed and my entire body relaxed against the door. Then (curse the need for air) he released.

"I love you, too." I panted and then hungrily attacked his mouth.