And here is the next installment of Devils' High School. It's actually the longest chapter I think so far. I'm not sure I'm completely satisfied with the way it turned out as a whole, but I'm not sure how to fix it as of now. So, it may possibly change in the future. No promises though because I can be pretty lazy. xD

But thanks to all my readers, reviewers, subscribers, and even new readers! I love you all! :D

Morning dawned dreary and cold, sleet falling from the sky and creating a layer of ice on the windows of the school. Dante, Vergil, and Nero had all risen from their fitful slumbers much earlier than any of them had wanted due to the fact that each of them had only been able to sleep for a few hours at most anyway. Plus, with this sort of weather, the school transformed into what would probably resemble the inside of a freezer, making a warm bed a thousand times more inviting than roaming the hallways.

However, the three partial devils knew they had business to take care of, and the quicker they took care of the demons in Westbrook, the faster they would have time to simply relax. This in mind, they rolled out of bed and pulled warm clothes on, readying themselves for the day. They siletnly took up their weapons and traipsed down the stairs into the chilly hallway. The silence between the sleepy teens prevailed as they made their way toward the library, stopping in front of the entrance.

"Now," Vergil began turning to his two younger room mates, "if you find anything interesting, come get me. The same rule applies as last night."

Dante, annoyed with his brother acting so bossy, rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "So you fighting that thing last night didn't break your little rule?"

The blue-clad devil glared at his twin, knowing this little argument would come up eventually. "I had no choice," he lied, his voice as cool and calm as it always was. "It was blocking my path back." So, maybe it hadn't been. But right now, Vergil wasn't all that keen on telling the truth; he was more concerned with getting his brother to shut up and leave him to his research.

When Dante scoffed and began to retort, Nero elbowed him in the ribs. The youngest half demon was far too exhausted to listen to yet another infamous son of Sparda quarrel. He did not need to start out the day in a crappy mood, especially when he was sure it wouldn't be long before he was in one anyway. "Don't worry, Vergil. We'll come to you if we find anything."

Vergil nodded before quickly disappearing inside the library. Once his brother was gone, Dante sent Nero a pathetic pout. "Man, you're no fun."

Nero swiped his nose in agitation with his Devil Bringer and began walking down the corridor once more. "Well, listening to you and Vergil argue gets pretty damn annoying after a while, and I really didn't want to listen to it this early in the morning."

With a dumbfounded look on his face, Dante stared after the youngest half devil. Throughout the eight years the three had spent together,Dante had never really thought about how annoying all their arguments could be to an outsider. He knew they were damn obnoxious to him most of the time, so he could only imagine what they were like for Nero, simply a witness forced to endure it because they all shared a room.

Dante quickly caught up to Nero, falling into step with the younger male. "Yeah...I guess I should thank you, ki-" At the sight of Nero's scowl, Dante cut him self off. "Nero."

The younger devil just waved him off, not really caring if Dante thanked him or not. He was however impressed that Dante actually used his name rather than the usual, annoying pet name.

As the two sauntered through the hallways in virtual silence save a few small gasps when there was a tiny creak, a thought suddenly occured to Nero. "Isn't it your guys' birthday?"

Dante blinked as the meaning of the question sunk in and nodded. It was true; he and Vergil were now seventeen. He wasn't exactly excited about that, however. If anything, it caused a small amount of sadness to creep in and a frown to settle on his face. Ever since the death of their mother, Dante and Vergil didn't feel like their birthday was that big of a deal. Sure, Headmistress Connoly would give them some sort of gift every year, but it wasn't the same without their parents.

The younger son of Sparda was saved from giving an answer to his companions question when a more prominent clamor than the previous ones caught the two half devils' attention from down the hallway. Dante's frown immediately became a smirk as he led Nero toward the sound, pulling Rebellion off his beck and readying his prized sword for battle.

The duo reached their destination, Nero glancing down at his demonic appendage, which was glowing brighter than usual. When the three had first met, Nero noticed that when Dante and Vergil were around, his arm glowed brighter. They had managed to deduce that this was probably attributed to the twins' demon heritage, basically meaning Nero's arm doubled as a demon radar whose intensity would increase when demons were nearby.

Knowing this, Nero balled his demonic hand into a fist, readying his own borrowed sword as well. "There are definitely demons around."

Dante chuckled. "Thank god. I was getting pretty damn bored."

Just as Dante was about to kick the door open with a dramatic flare only he could feel was necessary, Nero caught of glimpse of movement from further down in his peripheral vision. "Hey, I think I saw something. I'm gonna go check it out," Nero informed his partner as he moved toward his target.

"If you're chickening out, just say so!" the younger devil heard Dante call out to him, just before the loud bang, signalling Dante's violent entrance into the room. Nero just rolled his eyes and cautiously slid around the corner, sword and Devil Bringer at the ready.

The youngest half devil took a few tentative steps down the corridor, being sure to check behind him to avoid any sneak attacks. When he turned his head back, he breifly glimpsed a figure disappearing into a room at the other end of the hallway. Nero scowled and dashed toward the door, pushing it open and slipping inside. After flipping the light switch, Nero found that he was currently in one of the staff break rooms. An empty staff break room.

Nero let out a sigh, half annoyed and half relieved at the fact that the room was empty. "Looks like you're losing it and starting to see things..." he mumbled to himself and relaxing a bit. He placed his blade across his shoulders, scanning the room every student had tried to get into at least once in their school career since it was stocked with comfortable chairs, food, and any kind of drink a kid could possibly want.

"Nero?" A small voice calling his name caused him to freeze, eyes darting around the room for the source. His breath caught in his throat as his eyes rested on a small brunette about his age appearing from behind one of the arm chairs. Her beautiful brown eyes were filled with fear as her fingers fiddled nervously with the bottom of her uniform skirt.

Quickly hiding his Devil Bringer behind his back even though only his hand showed with his hoodie on, Nero finally found his voice. "Kyrie? What are you doing here? It's dangerous. You could get sick because of the mo-"

"I know what really happened here, Nero," the girl practically whispered, biting her bottom lip.

To Nero, she looked as if she was about to divulge some deep dark secret about someone that could change the world or something. He couldn't help himself with egging her on, wondering if she really did know. "You do?"

Kyrie stepped closer to him with a nod. "We weren't sent home early because of mold. It was really because demons killed Rina." The girl shuddered at the thought, her eyes wide with fear.

The partial human's mouth fell open slightly, not sure how Kyrie could know this. Had it somehow gotten out what had happened? He wasn't sure how that could be, but he supposed it was possible. Nero took a step toward the girl, his eyes filled with concern. If there was anyone in this school he felt he had a connection with besides Dante and Vergil, it was easily Kyrie. Unfortunately, anything past friendship was next to impossible because of her older brother Credo and his mutated arm. With Credo's scowling face in his mind's eye, he asked, "Okay then. If you know that, then why are you here? Demons don't really follow the 'don't hit girls' rule."

Kyrie's cheeks became a light pink as she looked down at her shoes. Nero couldn't help but find her shyness adorable even while he should be hunting for demons. "Well, I um...I missed you, Nero."

The girl was now within about half a foot of Nero, causing the boy's cheeks to burn and turn a bright shade of scarlet. "Wh-what?" His voice cracked unintentionally, causing his blush to deepen.

"I missed you," Kyrie repeated, closing the gap between them and loosely wrapping her arms around his neck in a hug. She rested her head on his shoulder, gently tracing circles on his upper back. "I've always really liked you, Nero."

Completely forgetting about his arm and Credo, Nero moved his sword over to his right hand and wrapped his human arm around Kyrie. "I-I really like you too, Kyrie." He couldn't believe this was happening. He had wanted this ever since the two had met when he started formal classes at Westbrook. Dante could suck it now, especially after all the teasing he endured from the older devil to get to this point.

If Nero had been paying attention to his Devil Bringer, he would have noticed that it was currently glowing a bright white.

Dante sliced through the remaining demon in the classroom, watching it disintegrate into a pile of sand at his feet. There was now no doubt in his mind that his near decapitation and what had happened over the last few days were connected. The three devils he had just slain looked very similar to the one he encountered on the doorstep of Westbrook.

Dante smirked victoriously as he slung Rebellion over his shoulders. "If that's all you demons got, you're sure as hell not going to be hanging around here long." The red-clad son of Sparda gave the room one last visual inspection before strutting out of the now empty classroom. He looked left and right, and upon not finding his partner in crime, chuckled to himself. "Must have run back to Vergil as he wet himself in fear."

Figuring he should probably check the area to make sure, Dante sniffed the air, managing to catch Nero's scent down the hall to the left. "Huh...maybe he's got more balls than I'm giving him credit for..." he mumbled to himself in amusement, following the trail he had found. As he approached his destination, he heard Nero's voice. the older half demon slowed his gait as he approached the door, wondering who the kid could be talking to. He received his answer seconds later when a small, obviously female voice repled to Nero, further confusing Dante.

"I-I really like you too, Kyrie," he heard Nero stutter. Wait...Kyrie? Dante had heard that name before. If he wasn't mistaken, the middle partial human was sure Kyrie was the name of the girl Nero was crushing on. After all, he had heard teh youngster mumbling her name in his sleep more than once. The big question was what the hell was she doing here? She could be killed if she's not careful.

Dante gently pushed the door open, the sight of Nero and the girl embracing meeting his gaze. The scene would have been cute if it hadn't been for the fact that Kyrie's arms were transforming into shadowy tentacles with serrated edges. Without thinking, Dante launched himself forward and wrapped his arms around Nero's waist, pulling him backward and away from the demon.

Upon being pulled back, the sharp points of the tentacles bit into the flesh of Nero's upper back and left deep gashes. The two half devils tumbled backward, landing in a heap against the wall with Nero practically in Dante's lap. The younger of the two immediately hopped to his feet, a feral growl escaping his lips. "What the hell, Dante?" He hissed as he felt the sting of the tears in his flesh. "And what did you do to my back?"

"I didn't do shit," Dante informed his partner has he pushed himself back to his feet. "You're little girlfriend did that with her killer octo arms."

Nero glanced back at Kyrie, who did not by any means have "killer octo arms" as Dante so eloquently put it and looked scared to death, then rolled his eyes at Dante. "Wow, I thought I'd never see the day when Dante was jealous."

Well, it was safe to say the kid was delusional because jealous was something he was not. If that doppleganger had actually been the girl in question, Kyrie was way too prissy for him in the first place. Without a word, Dante stepped forward and grabbed Nero's Devil Bringer, holding it up to his face. He then pushed the sleeve of the youngster's hoodie up to give him a better view of the appendage. "Check it out. Your glow stick would be screaming 'demon' right now if it had a mouth."

Startled at first, Nero gasped and flailed in an attempt get away when Dante flashed his demonic arm to Kyrie. But when he saw what the older hald devil was talking about his jaw dropped, and his cheeks reddened for about the hundreth time in one morning. He couldn't believe he didn't notice his arm glowing; that he couldn't smell the scent of demon in the room. He could have punched himself for being so stupid. His aggravation with himself dwindled as his heart sank. "So...Kyrie's a demon?"

Dante couldn't help but laugh softly. "Not quite. That's not really the girl you've been wanting to bang."

"He's right, you know," a new voice that stated, causing both teens to whip their heads back around to "Kyrie." The two could only gawk as her arms transformed into the black, whip-like appendages Dante had seen, another pair sprouting from the girl's sides. The demon grinned maliciously, showing off a new set of sharp, predatorial teeth. "I knew this little brat would be perfect bait for you, son of Sparda."

Without warning, the serrated tentacles whipped out toward them, Dante and Nero barely managing to dodge in time. Their reprieve was short lived however, for they immediately had to duck as the beast swung her tentacles back toward them. The Kyrie imposter reeled the shadowy appendages back in, a scowl set on her face. It was apparent to Dante and Nero she had expected to take them out with ease.

"So, you're a little faster than I expected..." she hissed, as she began changing not only her arms but her whole body. "No matter. I will dispose of you pests!" The demons original choice of body began to morph, the second set of tentacles sinking back into the body as the demon began growing in size. The once pretty face sprouted a snout similar to a dragon's, dark red scales beginning to cover the entire any visible skin. "Kyrie's" dainty arms and legs became ten times their size with pure muscle, large talons popping out of fingers and toes to complete the deal. the finished product was at least eight feet tall with a physique that would put any body builder to shame.

The demon inhaled deeply then exhaled, flames spurting from its nose. "Well, son of Sparda and child," the demon growled, its voice much deeper than before, "any last words before I rip you apart?"

"Just a couple," Dante said with a smirk that caused Nero's stomach to churn. The younger half devil knew Dante was going to taunt the demon, in turn aggravating it more. With a small sigh, Nero prepared to defend himself.

Dante readied his blade as well, the same smirk still tugging at his lips. "For one, if you were going for a good looking body, you should have stuck with the last one. It was much less of an eyesore." The elder part human took a step toward his adversary as the demon growled lowly. "And secondly, we're not the ones that are going to be ripped apart."

Before the the beast could respond, Dante sprang forward with demonic speed, leaping over his opponet's arms as it swiped at him, slashing through the flesh of the demon's chest. The demon howled in rage and pain, eyes glowing red as it attempted another attack on the red-clad teen. Despite Dante's efforts to avoid the shar talons, the large demon was able to nick his left bicep.

As blood began to trickle down his arm, Dante hopped back to Nero's side. "So, he's got some bite after all..." He glanced over at Nero who looked as if he'd just been slapped in the face with a fish. Dante chuckled, slapping him on the back, nearly making the younger fall forward. "Well, are you gonna stare at it or attack?"

Nero glared at Dante. "Of course. But unlike you, I'm trying to come up with a plan of action."

Dante snorted. "Yeah. Right. Whatever you say, kid." The two were interrupted by a surge of flames from the demon's mouth caused them to scatter before being burnt to crisps. Dante whistled in mock awe before glancing over at Nero again. "What do you say we take off this thing's head? That should kill it quick enough."

Nero's lips curled into a smirk that resembled Dante's to a T, his devil side liking that idea quite a bit. "Sounds good to me."

The two half demons jumped into action, each launching themselves toward the demon from both sides. Dante dropped to the floor as the demon's large hand descended upon him once more, sliding on the tiled floor. As he slid past the demon's leg, Dante swung Rebellion, taking a considerble chunk out of the monster's calf. Dante regained his feet in time to see Nero being hoisted into the air by his ankle. "Nero!" he shouted, actually afraid for the younger teen's well-being.

With a growl, Nero scowled at the devil that was currently handling him like a rag doll. "Shut up, Dante!" he yelled in frustration. It pissed him off that Dante had already counted him as a dead man. Wanting to be released, Nero swiftly pulled himself up and sliced cleanly through the demon's wrist. Nero fall to the floor with a thud and hissed as his back came into contact with the hard ground. Recovering quickly, he tore the demon's clawed hand from his ankle and hopped to his feet again.

The beast screeched as blood spouted from the now useless stub. Taking advantage of the demon's distraction, Dante launched himself into the air again, his demon heritage allowing him to jump to the height of the demon's head. The demon didn't even have time to turn its head before Dante plunged Rebellion into its neck. Gagging sounds were all that emitted from the dragon-like mouth as its unsevered hand clumsily reached for the blade, desperately trying to dislodge it but too weak to actually do so. Dante, who was still hanging from the sword, braced his feet against the demon's chest and yanked Rebellion from the scaly hide, causing the dying devil to fall backward.

Panting, the half demon duo cautiously approached their now limp adversary. "Is...is it dead?" Nero asked, nudging its face with his foot.

Dante wiped some of the demon's blood that had managed to spray from its wound off of his face, planting Rebellion in the floor and leaning on the hilt. "I think so." Once he had caught his breath again, Dante placed Rebellion back on his back, smirking at Nero. "Next time you run off without me, think with your head, not your dick."

Nero growled and punched Dante in the shoulder with his Devil Bringer, a blush once again tinting his cheeks a pretty pink. "You're one to talk, asshole!" As the older teen burst into laughter, Nero huffed and headed for the door. "Let's just get out of here. We should probably tell Vergil what happened."

Once Dante's laughing fit was reduced to mere chuckles, he called after the young punk: "Wait up, kid! You wouldn't want to run into a demon chick with actual breasts! You wouldn't last a second before she seduced you and kicked your ass!" Satisfied with Nero's threat to cut his vocal chords out if he doesn't shut the hell up, Dante followed after him, a grin on his face.

Alright, so as I said not completely happy with it, but I think it's decent enough. I hope the action was action-y enough xD. That's probably the part I'm most concerned about...And sorry if that little scene with Nero and "Kyrie" was extremely corny. But you know...in this they're only 14 and that's how (at least when i was 14) most kids would act when confronted by their crush. xD