So here it is, my second FanFic. Be nice? ;D Rate and comment, and all that jazz. Hope you enjoy, new chapters will be up every week. :) So next chapter will be up on the 23rd of June.

He sat there staring at the window, nothing was interesting out there, he just stared. A shrill cry came from the phone, a classic piece of technology which still had it's cord. He thought he'd try be cool and kick-flip the phone to his hand, so he kicked the phone upwards, not very successfully doing so as the whole machine dropped to the floor

"HELLO? WHAT'S GOING ON?" He scrambled to the floor and picked up the reciever.

"I'm sorry-"

"You better not have broken the fucking phone, it's old!"

"Sorry sir-"

"I'm taking a cut out of your pay cheque."

"I don't even get paid!"

There was a silence. Nero could hear sparks on the other end and carefully listened until he heard the person on the other end exhale.

"Look kid, with Lady and Trish away doing everything, I'm paying them full time, I would love to pay yah', even though your pretty shit at your job, but I'm busy doing all the paper work."

Nero sat back on the chair and sighed quietly. What kind of excuse is that? Too much paper work to pay me. Yeah, alright then.

"Also, I have a very important customer arriving soon, so make sure everything's perfect over there. I'll be there in 5."

He hung up. Nero dropped the reciever onto the phone holder and arched his back, stretching. He then quickly got up, and put the trash in the bin and plumped the pillows. He heard a screeching sound outside and ran to the door holding it open. A red Pontiac Firebird sat there humming, until, silence. A tall, slender man came out the car, in a red leather jacket and tight black leather trousers. His hair was a glistening silver, he was young. Soft looking skin, but a hard face. A small sneer crept up on his face showing half of his perfect white teeth.

"'Sup kid, take this for me." He threw a briefcase at Nero which hit him in the thigh. He fumbled around to grab it. Dante frowned.

"Can't believe I have a clumbsy shit like him workin' for me." He mumbled to himself.

Nero watched Dante fumble around inside his car and bring out his sword. The beautiful Rebellion that Nero so wishes he could hold, touch, maybe even weild! He quickly ran indoors and placed the briefcase on the desk and ran back to the door. He watched Dante place his guns on top of the car and close the door.

"Would you like me to take your sword for your sir?"

He smiled brightly. Hoping that he said yes and let him hold the slender blade. Dante looked at him. A laugh erupted from his belly, ripping through the silence.

"You can't catch a briefcase, why would I let you hold my most prized possession! You are a funny one kid." He put his guns in their holsters and balanced the blade on his shoulder and chuckled past Nero. Laughing and shaking his head like it was a hilarious joke.