Hello this is the sequel to Forever for those who wanted it thanks and thanks again (blushes) Rated m for later chapters yaoi don't like don't read

DISCALIMER I KNOW I DON'T OWN DEVIL MAY CRY BUT WHO CARES!!!

Chapter 1

'Six months, six long ass grueling sexless months and half way across the world, I finally realize Devil May cry is where I should be and Dante is who I should be with. So why the fuck am I scared shitless? Because I'm afraid, there I admit it, I AM AFARID, afraid he might reject me. Hell, it would serve me right, I'm the one that walked out without a word just a fucking letter on the corner of his desk.' Nero ran the fingers of his human hand through his hair for about the millionth time while waiting for the Grey Hound that would take him back to Dante. He hadn't even bother giving him a warning call. Even if Dante rejected him, he still wanted to see the elder.

Nero adjusted the blue sling hiding his Bringer. Dante, the first one to really accept it, sure he teased the shit out of him back in the day about his 'glow stick' but he was never cruel.

The bus finally arrived, he boarded with only his head phones and Zune, the music blaring 37 Stitches by Drowning Pool. Red Queen and Blue Rose safely stored in a black carrying case, his duffle along with it in the storage compartment of the Grey Hound. Nero climbed the steep steps heading straight for the back of the bus grabbed a window seat, preparing himself for the sixteen hour ride. As much as he loved traveling he hated the bus, mostly because he was alone. Nero laid his head back against the rough clothed seat, slipped his head phones over his ears and closed his eyes

Back at Devil May Cry, Dante sat behind his oak desk, feet up flipping though a magazine. Trish perched on the outer edge and Lady sitting in his red worn leather couch,

"I said NO, woman!" He repeated the statement for the tenth time during the fifteen minute conversation.

"But it's your birthday Dante, we could have at least a little get together."

His birthday is tomorrow, he never celebrated it. The last time he actually celebrated it was before Vergil went psycho and tried to kill him. And the one person he wouldn't mind being here was still out there somewhere trying to decide what he wanted out of life. It's not like he could blame the kid or anything.

"Oh c'mon Dante!"

"I said NO, now get out of my office before I shoot you both."

Lady huffed and Trish just shook her head. The white haired slayer's eyes never left the pages of the magazine he gingerly flipped through. He scratched the scruffiness of his five o'clock shadow, the door clicked shut as the leeches finally left.

Nero opened on grainy heavy eye lid when the bus finally pulled to a halt at a filling station. Perfect opportunity to stretch his aching legs, he stepped off the bus…and maybe get a snack. He smiled, Mountain dew and cheetos, the puffy ones, sounded really good about now.

One inside the convenient store he grabbed the soda and the biggest bag of cheetos he could find. The girl behind the counter said something he couldn't hear for the music. He should consider himself lucky he isn't deaf from as loud as he plays the shit. Nero doesn't hardly look at her, just gives her the money and reboards the bus. It lurches forward always onward bringing him closer to his destination.

He closes his eyes munching the cheesy goodness in time with the beat to the current song blasting through the head phones, not even realizing the mess he's making down the front of his hoodie from the crumbs. He licks his cheese covered fingers imagining them to be something else. He grins at the random thought…a Dante cheeto and almost laughs allowed but manages to suppress the giggle, someone might think he's a little kookoo. The song switches, Nero catches the very glimpse of a voice and turns to his left coming face to face with a guy a couple years older than himself. Nero flips the head phones from his ears, "What?"

The guy smiles, flashing very white teeth. Night has fallen sometime ago, the bus is completely dark but with his demonic vision it's no problem. The guys got dark hair pulled back in a tail and tanned skin, "I said looks like you're enjoying a thought." Nero blushed slightly, now grateful for the surrounding darkness.

"Name's Luke."

"Nero"

"So what's with the sling Nero?"

"My folks never told me I couldn't fly."

Luke chuckled sitting back in the seat next to Nero. Most people aboard were asleep. Nero catches his own refection in the window pressing his forehead against the cool glass.

"So where you headed? Any place special?" Luke interrupted his thoughts again.

"Yeah, Home." Nero smirked, his breath fogged the window as he spoke.

"Someone special waiting there I'm guessing?" Nero nodded, hoping the elder slayer would be glad to see him.

Trish's Apartment

"You know, he hasn't exactly been himself lately." Lady nodded in agreement sitting on the arm of Trish's micro suede couch, "Ever since that kid took off, you know I think he thinks we don't see it…the mans as see through as a plate glass window." "Yeah, too bad we can't find Nero and give him to Dante for his birthday." the two women laughed allowed clinking their glasses of red wine together.

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