I did it. I am now a licensed driver. And I almost hit a woman who pulled out in front of me when I came home after school. Like…. The day after I got my license. It's been three weeks now. Guys, pleas bug me to write. =w=

Silent33

Thank you!

Ah, yes. Whenever Dante says something like that, troubles bound to come!

SirenaLorely
Ah, no worries about it being more of a comment! I like to read them!

Dante is lucky Nero didn't castrate him for what he did *laughs*

I do like some with Vergil, but it's hard to find good ones 3 I've tried, it isn't easy.

Blaid

Thanks, but I don't like using other peoples OCs so much….

Kookiemeow

He probably fell bask asleep. He was only half-awake after all –laughs-

Wolfie231

Here's an update now =w=

Well, faithful readers, here's a new chapter!

Dante was a liar. Why did Nero listen to him again? Why did he believe any the elder man told him?

Oh, right. He trusted the egotistical bastard. But why would he trust Dante? He was still trying to decide on that one.

"Hey, kid! Pay attention!" Dante snapped and Nero stumbled from his thoughts, nearly tripping over his own feet in the dark of the subway. It felt like they were running for their lives from nothing more than a pack of what resembled Hellhounds, but Dante continued to assure that they were just teasing the demons. He said it was fun.

And Nero was certain that Dante was all kinds of demented. He was positive, actually. Nero was really very positive. And he wouldn't've been surprised if it ran in Dante's family.

Nero turned as he ran to fire off a couple rounds, the light from Blue Rose firing illuminating the area a few brief seconds. These hounds had longer limbs than the Hellhounds he was used to, with longer ears. Fangs hung low and painfully sharp, with what Nero guess was acid lolling from their tongues (Judging by the way the concrete sizzled). In place of paws, they had deformed human hands and long claws, striking up sparks on the pavement.

"Keep up, kid! I don't want to be disinfecting any wounds you'll get!" Dante laughed, confirming Nero's suspicions of dementia. The freak was laughing about this!

"Like you're one to talk! I don't want to carry your fat ass back to the shop!"

The freak simply gave another laugh and turned suddenly, his guns drawn. Nero skidded to a stop, watching in awe as Dante began to pull the triggers to Ebony and Ivory quickly, hopping backwards. For a moment, Nero could only stare and nothing more.

Somehow, the brick of a hunter looked majestic, his coat tails catching on his legs, but posing no hindrance to his retreat. Nero couldn't really figure out how it was done—how Dante did it. The young hunter took a moment to study this, watching Dante hop on the balls of his feet.

"Hey, kid!" the red hunter said, calling Nero from his study session. He realized that a hound had gotten too close for comfort and drew Blue Rose, firing quickly. Unlike Hellhounds, these had soft fleshy bodies, and died fairly quickly with a well-placed shot.

"Stop staring and pay attention!" Dante ordered, causing Nero to grumble.

"Well?" Nero called, firing at the dogs, "What do we do now?"

"What we do best," Dante grinned, stopping his retreat. The hounds paused in confusion for a split second, the surged forward. Dante charged forward as well, his twin pistols finding their homes as Rebellion was pulled from his back. The dogs didn't stop or falter and it soon became a one-sided massacre.

Nero could only stare as Dante danced between the hordes, swinging his blade, then switching to his guns and back again. Something about watching this made the youth's heart thrum. The elder hunter moved with such grace, it was hard for him not to watch. True, Nero had fought Dante before, but had never really watched the slayer. And it left Nero in awe.

"Nero!"

Another call brought him back to reality, and he caught sight of one of the beasts running for him. His gun was drawn quickly and he fired, but the hound launched into the air, causing Nero to lose sight of it in the dark subway.

The Devil Bringer pulsed a bright blue, and he knew it wasn't gone. He knew it was still around.

Nero backed up slowly, moving to the wall, switching out Blue Rose for Red Queen, holding the handle of his blade tight before giving a deft twist, revving the motor, the purring of its engine filling the subway.

Wait, that wasn't right. Wasn't Dante still fighting those hounds?

Blue eyes quickly searched, but he found himself alone in the dark, the only light coming from his bringer, and Red Queen's hot blade.

That was when he heard movement.

"Dante? Dante, is that you?" Nero called, cautiously taking a step forward.

(*)

The man in red finished off the demons rather quickly and was rather pleased it didn't take so long, but disappointed all the same.

"See, kid? This is why we…." The demon hunter started as he turned, but dropped the sentence. Where the hell was Nero?

"Hey, Nero!"

Dante, despite himself, began to panic. Here he was, supposed to be protecting the kid, but he was gone. He cursed himself, starting off down the subway tunnels, beginning to fear the worst.

There was a sudden flash of blue and that aura that belonged to Nero, but wasn't his at the same time washed over him and he quickly followed it.

(*)

Nero had Triggered without meaning to.

And soon found that it brought him pain along with the surge of energy.

The hound was drawing closer as Nero sank to his knees, his body slowly freezing up from the pain. The creature gave a bark of a laugh, rising onto its hind legs as it moved to stand over Nero.

The youth felt something drip onto his skin, but didn't feel it. His body curled and he held his head, pain shooting though his right arm, swamping the right side of his body.

"Nero!"

He caught Dante's voice as the pain surged and flooded out his thoughts.

(*)

Dante heard it. He heard Nero's scream.

He had just set foot in the room when Nero's aura surged again as he cried out. The demon over him gave a yowling cry before it completely disintegrated, leaving Nero hunched over, clutching at his head.

"Nero!"

The youth gave another cry and the area surged again before his body slumped where he sat.

It appeared that Nero's transformation was happening far faster than Dante had originally thought.

(*)

The ride back to Devil May Cry was short, Dante speeding a good deal of the way. He was worried about Nero. He liked the kid, damn it, and he refused to let him get hurt.

Dante paused only long enough to stand his bike and turn it off before gathering Nero into his arms and heading for the shop's doors. He kicked them open quickly, having left them unlocked incase one of the girls had decided to swing by, and carried Nero in bridal-style.

He set the youth on the couch, and then went about removing the clothes from Nero's body, where he could see the acid eating through the hoodie. The youth stirred slightly at this intrusion of privacy, but didn't wake, which alarmed Dante, and he soon was looking over Nero's pale chest.

Acid was starting to eat through his skin, leaving flash exposed in various spots, and the bone in others.

"I told you I didn't want to disinfect your wounds," Dante said weakly, trying to make the best out of the situation, but it was difficult with Nero still unconscious. He moved to get his medical supplies from his desk, when he caught sight of the Devil Bringer.

The human skin of Nero's shoulder that had been pink with irritation only the day before was covered with blue and red scales. Then, Dante saw blue scaled tendons from the bringer stretching up Nero's neck, digging under the skin, leaving blood to pulse out from those wounds.

"…. We gotta figure out a way to stop that," he murmured, wincing as one of the tendons moved, the blue visible under a thin layer of skin.

The hunter removed his coat and gloves as he pulled out his supplies. He only hoped Nero wouldn't kill him when he woke up. But he more prayed that the youth was still the same punk kid.

Thankfully, it wasn't long before Dante had all of Nero's wounds cleaned and covered up. The bandages gleamed white against Nero's pale skin, making Dante think that he should take Nero to the beach sometime soon to get some color into his skin.

While these thoughts tumbled through his head, another entered. Where would Nero sleep? Dante didn't want the beat up kid on his couch.

The hunter smiled and prayed that Nero wasn't an early riser before he picked up the kid and started to carry him upstairs.

(*)

Nero was greeted with a throbbing head when he awoke next. He was thankful, however, that the bed was warm and the room was dark.

The young hunter rolled over quickly, pressing face into the pillow, trying to stifle the pain at least a little.

This is Dante's scent… he thought absently, sniffing the pillow. Strawberries. Figures. But why did it smell so strongly of Dante?
Nero turned his head and found himself staring at a wall. Well. That didn't seem right. Hesitantly, he turned his head the other way, and found himself staring at Dante's sleeping face.

Nero blinked. The hunter looked peaceful, and almost angelic, his hair around him messily, forming a shaggy halo.

The youth forgot to be angry with sharing Dante's bed, to watch the elder slayer sleep. He wasn't sure what compelled him but he leaned for Dante, brushing his lips against the hunter's gently before giving him a quick kiss and pulling back, blushing.

The youth quickly tried to dart from the bed after that, but an arm latched around his waist and Dante pulled him back to lie down.

Nero panicked, thinking he'd woken up the elder, but calmed when he heard a grumbled snore.

He wasn't sure how, but he had a feeling that urge was Dante's fault. A rumbling purr in the back of his mind said otherwise, however.

Nero settled with the resolve of kicking Dante's ass twice as hard later as he drifted back into the welcoming darkness sleep had presented him.

Another chapter I hate. I really do. It feels terribly crappy to me (probably because I forced myself to write it).

Nero's Devil Trigger activated itself? It's growing again? Dante snores in his sleep? TBC

I NEED A BETA READER. Someone. Please?-sobbu-