A/N: So, I had this idea for this story/drabble/whatever you wanna call it back in like...2010 I think it was? I promised myself I wouldn't start any new stories though until I finished the fanfic I'd been working on and so I ended up forgetting about this. Now that I FINALLY finished that other fic, I figured I'd take the time to type this out and see where it goes. This is more of a fun side project for me, but hopefully you enjoy it as well. I haven't read much DMC fiction in the last several years, so I hope maybe this is something a little different/refreshing for you guys. Sorry for any typos or anything, I scanned it a couple times but still x_x

Disclaimers: I don't own the characters or anything, and nobody makes any money from this, blah blah the usual crap.

This story will feature some romance, but that's not the MAIN focus of the story. Nero and Kyrie are still a couple in this story, with possible VergilxLady and DantexTrish- we'll see when we get to that point. The story will be told mostly from the points of view of Nero and Vergil.

Chapter 1

It wasn't strange to find the entire gang gathered at Dante's shop on a Friday night, Nero thought, as he glanced around the room at his friends. Trish, seated playfully on Dante's lap in the beat-up leather armchair to the left, though the two always claimed nothing was going on. Lady, perched on the arm of the ratty couch as she sipped at her beer and rolled her eyes at Dante's ridiculous story. Lastly there was Kyrie, leaning against Nero's side as they sat on the couch together and laughed at their friends. It wasn't strange at all, yet Nero felt like there was a heavy tension in the air, something not quite right with his friends tonight.

Nero tried to shrug off his discomfort as he grabbed another slice of pizza from the pile of boxes on the coffee table; there was no use in being a downer when he was probably imagining things. It wasn't until he was half done with his slice and Dante had finally finished his over-the-top story that Nero had confirmation that he wasn't imagining it. The clue was small, but the teen had just so happened to look up in time to catch the pointed look and subtle nod in Nero's direction that Trish gave to Dante. He didn't know what it meant, but obviously something was going on and it involved him.

Dante sighed heavily as he glanced Nero's way, and Trish stood up from his lap and moved to rest against the arm of the chair instead. The serious looks on everyone's faces did nothing for the teen's nerves.

"Okay kid," Dante started, looking a bit nervous, which was out of character for the older hunter. "I gotta tell ya, we had another reason why we invited you two over tonight."

Nero swallowed heavily, his tongue felt like sandpaper in his mouth. Even the gentle squeeze of Kyrie's hand around his didn't help his nerves any.

"Yeah…?" Nero replied, thankful that his voice sounded a lot stronger than it felt. Whatever this was, it couldn't be bad… could it? The somber expressions didn't give anything away though, so Nero could only wait and hold his breath.

"Yeah. Well, I don't really wanna beat around the bush and stuff, 'cause well, you look like you might puke," Dante continued, the light tease not really helping the teen with his nerves.

" Just tell me," Nero demanded as his head started to swim a bit. These were the only friends he had. He had no family, only Kyrie. If they didn't want him around anymore then Nero would just have to deal, no matter how much it hurt.

"Relax, otherwise you might pass out and that would suck for everyone," Dante snorted. " Anyways, like I was saying… straight to the point. So… I mean, it's pretty obvious there's some resemblance here, I mean, not everyone can pull off white hair as well as I can, right?" the devil joked as he motioned between himself and Nero. "And it's not everyday that someone can do the things that we can do… and then, well, Yamato…"

Nero stared at Dante, feeling a bit nauseous as he listened and the words sank in. If the older man was trying to say what Nero thought he was, he might actually puke.

"So yeah. Maybe we should have asked, but we were all curious," Dante explained and motioned to himself, Lady, and Trish, "But anyways, we had a DNA test done, just in case."

Nero's whole world froze at that moment. All the teen could hear was the blood pounding in his ears. He didn't notice when Kyrie touched his arm and asked if he was okay, and he certainly didn't realize he'd jumped to his feet.

"I am NOT calling you 'dad', old man!" Nero shouted before he could stop himself. There was no way, no way in HELL this could be happening to him right now.

"Whoa, whoa! Calm down a sec and let me finish, kid!" Dante protested and held up his hands in defense. " Just sit down and take a breath."

Nero allowed Kyrie to pull him back down beside her, but his heart was still racing and his head felt fuzzy. Was he having a heart attack? The teen didn't want to rule it out but he wasn't in pain so he settled for clutching the edge of the couch for dear life.

"Okay so like I was saying, we did the DNA test… and it came back positive for a match. But WAIT!" Dante added quickly as Nero made to scream at him again. "We also did a bunch of digging, trying to find out where you came from, and it turns out there's no chance in hell I was involved in making you, like, at all."

Nero stared at Dante for a while as he tried to understand. He glanced around the room for help, but no one else spoke up and he was left even more confused.

"But… what? I mean, you said it was a match… so I don't… I don't understand," the teen finally managed to splutter out.

Dante nodded and ran a hand through his own hair with a sigh.

"Yeah, it was a match. To my brother. We're identical twins, and without anyone else to test but you and me, it's gonna say I'm a match every time," the elder devil explained. "It also explains you using his sword like that. It doesn't respond to just anyone, you know."

Nero nodded numbly and ran his hands over his face. He had to say, it explained a lot, and if he was honest with himself it wasn't really much of a surprise. The teen supposed he could deal with "Uncle Dante" far better than "Dad" when it came to the elder man- but he'd preferably just stick to calling him "old man". Kyrie's soft squeeze on his thigh was a reassurance amidst the insanity he just heard, and Nero gave her a small, grateful smile in response. This wasn't exactly how he'd planned to spend his Friday night.

"So, yeah… any questions? I can't tell you a whole lot, honestly. Verge and I weren't really that close, and the last time I saw him he was trying to kick my ass. But if you ever decide you wanna know something, you can always ask," Dante offered.

Nero shook his head slowly and exhaled, the weight of the news resting heavily on him.

"I can't think of anything at the moment. I guess I'm still in shock or something."

Dante nodded and took a sip of his beer that'd been resting on the small table. "No rush, kid. And this doesn't have to make things weird or anything. We all just thought you deserved to know if you had some family out there still. Vergil was a weird guy, but I think maybe he'd at least feel a little better knowing his sword is in the family still. Then again, with his ego, who knows," he snorted lightly. "But hey, no need to look all depressed and shit, we should be celebrating."

Nero snorted softly and sipped at his own drink. "I don't think anyone would celebrate being related to you," he shot back, though his tone was light.

That was all it took for the teen to earn a pillow in his face, and before he knew it he was wrestling with Dante on the floor while the girls laughed at them. Maybe Dante was right, nothing really had to change, and it was sort of uplifting to realize he had a family, even if most of them were dead. At least now he knew.

It was a lot later in the night when Nero finally felt up to asking about Vergil. Maybe it was the alcohol in his system, he wasn't sure, all the teen knew was that he suddenly had a million and one questions about the man he'd only heard about in the briefest of sentences. The storm outside had him feeling a bit restless though and he needed to do something.

A glance around the room as he returned from the bathroom told Nero that Kyrie and Trish were asleep on the couch, the younger girl using the older woman for a pillow, and Dante and Lady were arguing quietly in the corner of the room about the payment of an upcoming job. He figured now was as good a time as any and trudged over to talk to them.

"Hey… so, I dunno what to start with," Nero explained awkwardly as he approached the pair. Lady seemed to sense what it was the teen wanted to discuss and excused herself over to the armchair to play on her phone.

Dante nodded and leaned against the edge of his desk as he waited. "You've got the rest of your life to ask questions, so just start with whatever pops in your head first," he suggested.

"Okay… can you tell me what he was like? You told me before that one time the basics about what happened to him… but what kind of person was he?" Nero asked quietly. Truth be told, he had a lot of questions about what exactly had gone down when Vergil died or disappeared or whatever had happened to him, he wasn't even sure of that much, but he didn't want to depress the other man tonight so he tried for a safer topic instead.

"Uh… well, he was kind if an ass the last time we actually spoke," Dante snorted. "A real ego-maniac. Frosty bastard too. But I guess he didn't exactly have it easy when we were separated as kids, so I don't entirely blame the guy," the elder man explained. "When we were kids he was a real bookworm, too smart for his own good, and he had no problem letting you know it… but I guess he wasn't as bad," Dante shrugged.

Nero nodded slowly, taking it in. It was hard to imagine a version of Dante that behaved that way, but maybe the old cliche' about twins being opposites had some truth to it.

"I guess maybe you get your talent from him too," Dante continued. "He was way more of an early bloomer than I was. He was born first, got all his powers and abilities first. The guy had a thing for winning," he snorted lightly. "He was never a fan of guns though, he liked swords better," Dante added as an afterthought.

Nero took it all in, the information swirling in his mind and leaving him with even more questions. If Dante was uncomfortable then he didn't voice it, for which the teen was thankful. He wanted to be a little bit selfish right now, he felt he deserved it after everything.

A loud noise that sounded like thunder exploded outside before Nero could ask another question, and the shop rattled as if hit by a small earthquake. Kyrie gave a startled yelp as she and Trish snapped awake, and all eyes in the shop darted around to try and make sense of the sudden excitement. A fairly audible thud outside followed the crackle of thunder by only a few seconds and Dante motioned for Lady to follow him out.

"The rest of you stay here," Dante barked as the pair grabbed their guns and exited the shop to investigate.

Nero moved over to stand by the couch with Kyrie and Trish, Blue Rose in arm's reach just in case. Trish could handle herself just fine, but Kyrie wasn't armed and she wasn't the fighting type, so he would protect her if anything happened.

"What do you think it was?" Kyrie asked softly as she gripped Nero's hand tightly.

"No idea… but a demon would have to be insane to attack with all of us here. It was probably just lightning or something," Nero reassured her even though he wasn't too sure of that himself.

Nero was considering going out to check on the pair when he heard Lady shouting for Trish to come outside. He snatched up Blue Rose just in case and moved his body protectively in front of his girlfriend as the blonde woman ran outside to join the others.

Lady sounded freaked out, and she never panicked.

A few moments later amidst a lot of shuffling Dante backed in through the front door, clearly holding something with both arms as he maneuvered inside. Lady and Trish followed up as they held up the opposite end, and it wasn't until all three were inside that Nero realized they were holding a body.

"What the hell?!" the teen gasped as they carried the seemingly unconscious form inside and headed for the stairs.

"Stay down here!" Dante snapped at the two teens as they headed up the steps as quickly as they dared.

It wasn't until they were almost to the top that Nero got a better look at the person in their arms. It looked to be a man in tattered and dirty rags. The guy was soaking wet and looked muddy and gross, but one thing stood out clearly in the dim room among everything else: his hair was definitely white.