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One: Dante

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I walked downstairs, shaking excess water out of my hair. I grinned at the form that slept in my chair, headphones blaring some random rock song I've never heard before. The kid likes to listen to that emo shit. I shook his head and sprawled out on the couch. I picked up my remote and started flipping through channels, occasionally stealing glances at the seat-thief. I started wondering when the kid would finally wake up. He got here pretty late last night so I guess it shouldn't have been that long before he fell asleep. It's weird, he was being real quite. The only thing he really said was "Hey." and "mind if I crash here tonight?" It brings me to wonder what crawled up his ass and died. I mean, I tried joking with him to loosen the mood, the kid just glared. At me. He said somethin' like "I didn't walk a gazillion fuckin' miles to get tormented."

I chuckled, the kid quite the sight, slouching in the chair with an arm behind his head and legs crossed on the table, his other arm was left dangling to the side. He tossed his trench down on the couch right after he got here and just slept in the rest. 'Guess he's afraid of getting molested. I shifted on the couch, wondering how in the hell he could sleep with that music screaming in his ears. I guess it's about the same as trying to sleep while his 'girlfriend' was around. Speakin' of her, I wonder why he's not with her… I was gonna ask him about it but he was being a douche so I just gave up trying to talk to him. Heh, she probably kicked him out. You know, when the loud mouth isn't doing what he does best, he's kinda cute.

Trish burst through the door, Lady was right behind her. Great. They were fighting –okay they weren't really fighting. They were quickly talking back and forth kinda edgy like. Oh yeah, we gotta call earlier today and were 'sposed to go take care of some demons. They stared at the kid for a sec, then I Trish looked straight at me. She raised an eyebrow "…What's he doing here?"

I shrugged, because seriously, I didn't know. Like I said, the kid didn't wanna talk to me.

Lady looked at the clock on the wall "Doesn't he have a home?"

"Aw, can't we keep him, mom?" I smirked. Sarcasm is great. I leaned over, resting my arms on my legs.

"Seriously, Dante." Lady crossed her arms, rolling her eyes. She walked over to the kid and yanked the headphone cord out of the stereo. The music was so ear-splittingly loud, the girls had to cover their ears.

The kid fidgeted and his eyes shot open. I laughed my ass off, it was so funny, he looked like a deer in headlights. He punched the power button and rubbed his face "What time is it?"

"A little after two." She said.

The kid dropped his legs off my desk, they looked like jello "Am I on trial or something? You two don't look happy to see me."

Trish smiled "No, sweetie, we just need to get some work done today. -"

"Demon slaying time?" he interrupted, standing up to stretch out his back. Something else he looks good doing.

"Yeah, we didn't want to leave you by yourself…"

"Can I come?" he took off his hoodie, and another thing.

"Sure. If you can keep up with us, kid." I smirked, he glared at me again. I love pushing his buttons "Oh, and good morning to you, too."

He shook his head and threw the hoodie at me, started to go up stairs "I'm gonna go take a shower."

Lady nudged Trish lightly, they both looked at me "He sure looks comfy here."

I nodded and tossed the hoodie on his trench. I leaned back against the couch.

"We're going to be late, you know."

"Yep." I replied as neutrally as possible.

The kid treaded downstairs a bit later, practically tripping over the laces on his boots. He dropped backwards onto the couch and immediately began to tie them, "Okay, ready!"

Trish smiled "If only Dante would be that quick."

I ignored her, leaning over the kid. I decided to fuck with him a little since he wasn't in that bad ova mood now "Wanna make a bet?"

He slid down some, trying to put more distance between us. His face flushed, "What kind of bet?"

I grinned ear to ear "The kind that wagers you buying me dinner if I kill more demons than you."

"I don't have any money." He shook his head.

"You're helpin' us out today and I'm not a penny pincher. If you win the bet then you get money and free food."

When the kid sat up, I briefly shot Trish and Lady a warning glare. And just in time too, the kid glanced at them for reassurance. They nodded and he looked at me "No tricks?"

"None." we shook on it.

A few hours later and the kid was 'rubbing it' in my face that he won. What can I say, I'm a nice guy. Even though he was kind of annoying about it. I mean, sure, he did a great job. No injuries and minor mistakes, but hey, no one's perfect. Except me. Okay, that's a lie. I made Trish and Lady leave 'cause they were snickering the whole time and were gonna give me away. The kid wanted to go to a diner. So to a diner we went and sat at a corner booth in the back, away from all the people. It was like they never saw guys walkin' around with weapons before. Then again, they probably hadn't. At least we're not in Fortana. People would really be freaking out over there. I know even though it was getting dark and all that, I wanted breakfast food. When we finally got it, he smothered his fries in ketchup.

I switched glances between him and his plate "You want some fries with your ketchup, kid?"

He glared and popped a red covered fry in his mouth "Would ya stop calling me that? I'm not a kid."

"Kids are naïve, you are naïve. Therefore, you're a kid." I took a bite of my eggs. Yep, it's true. I actually know how to use a fork.

He rolled his eyes "Naïve to the fact that you let me win the bet? Whatever. You're just jealous that you're old."

"I'm not old until my dick stops working." I smiled, moving onto my mountain of pancakes. The kid looked a little uncomfortable so I changed the subject. Like I said; I'm a nice guy "Why'd you come here?"

He winced a little, wow, I can hit nerves without even trying ". . . Kyrie. . ."

Hmm…Maybe she did kick him out. I just waited quietly for him to put the explanation in an actual sentence.

The kid sighed "She said that she loves me …but,"

'But's are never good.

"she needs to be with someone normal." He glanced at his right hand, I wondered if it bothered him so much, then why'd he leave his glove at my place? "She also claimed it be better for me, since I'll live five times longer than her anyway."

See? I poked at my food "Sorry, kid, love and that kind of shit sucks. Cheer up, you'll find someone else."

He sighed.

"Eat your food before I shove it down your throat." I lightly kicked his leg.

He picked his cheeseburger back up.

"So, I guess that means that you're staying for a while." It was more like a statement than a question. But I said it like that on purpose, just to see what he'd say.

"Nah, I've already been a big enough burden on you guys as is… I'll be leaving in a couple days or until I figure out what I want to do."

I kicked him a little harder "You're retarded. -You like killing demons and I like having someone around to pick on."

He raised an eyebrow "Are you trying to be nice to me?"

I shrugged, I thought I was being sweeter than Southern sweet tea… "Yeah, I mean, when I first met the girls I let them live with me and gave them jobs. Just 'cause you don't have tits doesn't mean don't get the same treatment. Speaking of which," I took a sip of my NON-alcoholic drink. That's why I never go to diners and stuff "since you are a boy-"

"Guy." He interrupted me.

"You'll have to clean out the spare room yourself."

"What's in it?" he shoved his empty plate to the side, I saw him glare at the waitress for a second. I looked at her and she was giving me googly eyes. Aw, isn't that cute? He's jealous.

I smiled at the waitress, letting my eyes linger on her a little longer than I really wanted to. She was cute, but just cute. Her tits weren't big enough. "Just some old instruments and junk from the business."

He tapped his finger and pushed his glass to the waitress "Thanks for the refill."

I raised my eyebrow when she walked off, smirking at him.

"I just don't like it when people just stand there all quiet. It's creepy." He refused to look at anything other the table.

"So true." I stood up, thinking about how quiet he'd been last night. I grabbed the check and walked to the register "Let's go."

He followed close behind me, his sleeves rolled down and hands in his pockets.

The waitress smiled at me, "It's so nice of you to hang out with your little brother, your parents are lucky to have two sweet and handsome-"

The kid looked like he was gonna flailing his arms, instead he just crossed them "I am NOT related to him."

It was really weird, I was younger than my brother –I shook my head, trying to shut my head up. I decided to take advantage of the kid's vulnerability and wrapped my arm around him and looked at the waitress again "Wouldn't just be weird if people thought your boyfriend was your brother!" I quickly kissed his forehead.

"Ew!" he vigorously wiped at the 'infected' area "Cut it out, Dante!"

"I thought it was funny." I just happened to glance back at the waitress, she stared at the kid. From the look on her face, I could tell she was shocked to see that he wasn't human. Well at least to her knowledge, anyway.

"That's not cool, man!" he finally said, I could see underneath his hair and saw that he rubbed his forehead until it was red. When he noticed the girl staring, he frowned, shoving his hands back into his pockets and starting walking out the door.

I shook my head and told the waitress to keep the change. I followed him outside "Why do you think I'm not in a relationship?"

"I donno. 'Cause you're a man-whore?"

"Close."

He bit back a laugh "'Cause you're old?"

I jokingly punched his arm. "Don't be jealous just because women literally throw themselves at me. Look, I don't date because at some point, your partner, no matter how cool she is, will eventually do a one-eighty. That chick that dumped you had a point, since you're gonna be alive a while, I wouldn't worry about all that 'grown up' stuff. It'll come to you." I massaged the bottom of his neck as we neared the car.

"You're not gonna kiss me again, are ya?" he asked, I could tell he was only half-joking.

Trust me; love is worth waiting on, Nero. "Maybe."

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Hello, people. I'm new to the world of DMC and this story is kind of a working progress (especially since I'm just now learning stuff about it). But since my little brother is a living version of Wikipedia-Video game edition, anything that's correct (in this story) is probably something he's told me about. Anyway, thanks for reading and reviews are always welcome :o)