This is a Yaoi story, purely DantexNero, haven't quite decided what's gonna go down with it yet, but I was craving some new action from these guys so thought I'd give it a go myself.
If anyone has any ideas for upcoming chapters pleeeaaaase feel free to tell meeeee =)
'thoughts'
"speech"
dream sequences, or stress on a word
Bold and CAPITALS - shouting
Obviously these characters don't belong to me they belong to Capcom if they did you know what would happen if I did own dmc ;) that's why your reading this right? =D
It's hard for me to say I'm sorry.
In the beginning
A Devil hunter was sat at an oak desk debating in his head what to do for the day. The man leant forward putting his elbows on the desk and head on an open palm.
"This sucks ass" The man sighed and picked up the phone by banging the hard mahogany surface and catching it mid air. He put the receiver to his ear and dialed a few quick numbers. The ringing on the other end lasted for a good 2 minutes "What the hell" he slammed the phone down and walked into the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge. Leaning against the door frame the figure frowned at the phone, curiosity got the best of him as the hunter took a deep swig of the liquid and picked up the receiver again, dialing the same number.
He listened intently waiting for the tell tale static that someone had picked up on the other end, it finally did, and he didn't like what he heard on the other end, a deep breathing it sounded like, a lot of commotion on the other end and…electricity? A big ear piercing shriek was heard before the line went dead.
The devil hunter Dante looked at the phone as if it was telling him lies, a phone of all things. Something was wrong here. He drained the rest of his beer and with gut instinct in full swing he buckled his open black shit closed and pulled on his trusty red leather trench coat. Swiftly checking Ebony and Ivory he put the girls into their resting places, he sat down on the desk to ring the number again one last time. Sure enough there was the static again, commotion was still in full swing, the woman he was trying to call could be heard, barely, there was a lot of static.
"Trish!?"
"Dante.....there's.....many.....Fort..."
"What!?" Dante put his finger in his other ear, like that would make any difference. A loud female scream could be heard "Trish?"
".....Fortuna" Then the line went dead.
Fortuna? Well that was a shock; he never imagined he would hear that name again. Never so soon anyway. Not one to dawdle, the white haired hunter swung Rebellion over his shoulder onto his back, and was out the door in a whirl of red leather. The warm night air hit his face as he jumped onto a red motorbike and turned on the ignition with a roar revving the throttle. The hunter was off, red coat flailing behind him on the wind, he wondered what could have been wrong, it wasn't often Trish was in trouble with some demons, why hadn't she told him she was in that place?
It took him a couple of hours to reach his destination, he smelled the demons before he even stopped the bike. The city had been rebuilt, a bridge now connecting the town to the outside world, the bike was left discarded in front of the bridge as Dante tried to assess the situation. There was smoke rising in the distance and a few shrieks could be heard and what sounded like shouting. He took off in that general direction not taking long before he was in the middle of a small broken down area, probably part of the town that hasn't gotten round to being repaired yet. He found Trish stood on top of a dilapidated stone building which was once a small chapel, shooting electric bolts from her finger tips reflecting off the black sunglasses she wore. The place was run amok with Assaults flying from every direction, which would explain the shrieks and the electricity.
What happened in the next instant happened in slow motion for Dante and he took off running, an assault had jumped up behind Trish and dug its claws through her back, the sharp implements had torn through the front of her chest. Dante was running fast and caught her as she fell, face first from the stone she was previously battling on. His arm sagged with the weight landing on his forearm, he also couldn't get any weapons to defend himself in time as the same assault was coming down through the air ready to do the same to Dante, all he could do was put his other free arm in front of his body and Trish's. He waited, bracing himself. The impact and the sharp pain never came, just a light splatter of demon blood and a cut off scream from the said demon. Dante was confused for a split second, he deemed it safe to lift his head up, and he was stunned to the core at what he saw. Nero.
The white haired teen was stood there; Red Queen held out to his left hand side, bringer glowing a bright blue, and legs apart in a stance, he was panting breathlessly.
Dante smirked inwardly, he never thought he would see that kid again, and it brought a strange warmth to his chest as Nero looked down at him, the younger males eyes softened slightly.
That feeling was cut short as Dante heard a rough cough from beneath him; Nero looked too and knelt down towards the blonde woman. Trish reached up and took off her glasses.
"Dante, you came." She smiled up at the man above her. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was here, I thought you…"
"Its okay" Dante promptly cut her off from what she was about to say, and then helped her sit up. She coughed slightly and looked at the other hunter.
"Thank you so much Nero"
"Heh" the teen looked to the floor and blushed, white hair covering his face "No worries"
Trish smiled at that and put her hand on his arm and nodding in acknowledgment.
"Come on" Dante helped the black clad woman stand up with him "You need to rest, your lucky that damned thing missed your heart. Silly bitch." The man shook his head.
"Hey, just because I'm wounded doesn't mean I can't kick your ass Sparda" She coughed blood heavily into her hand.
Nero smiled looking over at Dante and put one of her arms around his shoulders helping her walk towards the nearest hotel, he then frowned. The red figure followed suit and hobbled down the road with them both by his side. They stopped at a building about half a mile away and checked in to two rooms, better safe than sorry, there may be, and probably were more demons lurking around, besides, Trish needed to rest. He then carried the full demon bridal style to her door and set her down on the bed in the middle of the room, Nero following behind him.
"Will she be okay?" worry was etched onto the kids face.
"Yeah she will be, she needs to sleep it off, chest wounds aren't a walk in the park" he looked closely inspecting the damage.
"I'll be fine, go and see Nero home, I just want to sleep." She closed her eyes confirming that statement.
Dante nodded and followed Nero out of the room clicking the door shut lightly hearing it lock, he sighed.
"You okay?"
Dante's head snapped up and smirked, he hadn't taken a good look at the kid yet; he looked almost the same although he looked a bit thinner, only something Dante would notice after all. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"
Nero shrugged and flicked hair from his eyes by jerking his head. "Well she is your friend, doesn't it bother you seeing her like that?"
'How sweet, he does care really' the elder thought while glancing at the shorter male. "A bit. Although I've seen her been through worse."
Nero nodded, and kicked his foot back and forth on the fluffy carpet.
"Want me to walk you home?"
"I'm not some defenseless moron you know; you don't need you to walk me home."
Dante gave a small smile "Ladies' orders I'm afraid" He said while nodding back at the room that Trish was occupying. "Besides I want to."
Nero raised his eyebrows at that "You do?"
"Yeah come on kid, lead the way" the man said nodding.
The younger of the two walked out of the hotel. "After these few months you're still in the habit of calling me kid?"
Dante shrugged and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Well that's what you are."
Nero stopped abruptly as Dante turned around too see what the meaning of this little break was. "I'm not a kid!"
"Is that why you're having tantrums like one?" The elder still liked to get on the kids wick; he loved it, seeing him all flustered at his words.
"No! I just don't appreciate u calling me a kid!"
"Well you're young and naive like one, so stop bitching" Dante turned around and carried on walking. "…kid"
Nero huffed and fell into step besides Dante, 'That man is so annoying!' Dante looked over at him smiling and he just gave a glare right back at him. 'Yet no one around here would dare talk to me like that, it's a change, maybe of the good kind'
"Well we are here, this is my place, home sweet shit hole"
"That's not a nice thing to say" He looked up at the two story building. "You live here on your own?"
Nero unlocked the door and hesitated before turning around to face the hunter "No…I live here with Kyrie"
'Kyrie? Oh right that girl he saved, psh' "I see. Is it all that it's cracked up to be?" He jabbed Nero in the ribs with his elbow, wiggling his eyebrows.
"You're unbelievable!" He blushed heavily at that comment 'no way'.
"Yeah I'm defiantly that. Well maybe I'll see you again sometime kid, it's been good seein' ya again." Dante was about to turn around to take his leave.
"So you're just leaving, just like that? What if there are more demons out there!" Nero gestured with his hands in the direction they had just come from.
"Yeah I know. I just figured I could take care of that now, seeing as I'm here anyway, it's my job after all."
"Oh. Well I'm coming too, I do live here you know" Nero crossed his arms and scowled.
The elder white haired man held his hands up in defense at that statement. "Whoa kid, don't jump down my throat."
"Well I deserve to finish what I started don't I?" The younger looked away.
"Why are you so adamant to come? The only reason you fought last time was to 'save the girl' why now?" Dante decided to cross his arms too.
"That wasn't the only reason!" 'It wasn't…'
"Then why?" He wasn't letting this go.
"Because"
"That's not an answer."
"Because I miss it."
The younger said that so quietly Dante barely heard him. "What was that?"
"I miss it okay!? I miss fighting, I miss the adrenaline I get, and I miss kicking demons asses! It's no fun around here, the only time it was were when you were here."
Dante stayed silent, processing the information, he felt like that only hours ago back at the shop. Bored.
Nero let his arms drop back to his sides. "You know what, forget it."
The shorter male had his hand on the door handle just as Dante piped up. "I'm leaving at noon, be outside the hotel tomorrow." With that he turned around and carried on walking the way he came, sliding his hands into his pockets.
Nero turned his head to watch Dante's retreating red back, then he grinned. It really was more fun when the elder was around. Maybe the elder weren't as cold as he originally thought. In higher spirits he walked into his own little demon world. 'It really is a load of crap here' He thought before shutting the wooden door tightly behind him.
***
Dante reached the hotel foyer, the whole way back here he had a head full of Nero, that kid had an affect on him, and he wasn't sure whether that was a good or a bad thing.
He reached his room, but before unlocking the door he put his ear on the door of the room opposite his, Trish was still breathing.
Going back to the other side of the hall, he unlocked the door to his own room, which happened to be number '69' smirking at the gold numbers on his door he walked into the suite. 'How appropriate'. He soon got changed not bothering to shower. 'I'll have one in the morning.' He was into bed with a groan after putting his coat and clothes on a chair by the bed along with his twin guns, and propping Rebellion against the wall next to the head of the bed. Pulling the sheets over his body, and placing his hands under his head, closing his eyes, his thoughts soon returned to Nero.
His thoughts or dreams didn't really make any difference. His mind still betrayed him by playing the kids naked body underneath him, over and over.
And over.
Well there's the first chapter, hoped you all liked it. ^^