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Dreams Will Be Made Of These	By : Britt_601 Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 3810 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry or its characters. Blah, blah, blah-no money is made off of this either.

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These two have quite the interesting dynamic don't they? Nero's a hormonal teen and Dante's just horny.
Yet I should warn some of you, this story won't have them romantically pouncing on one another until much LATER once their feelings develop. They are FRIENDS firstly, and then I can build themselves around each other to do all that love stuff with their stubborn natures.
I don't own Devil May Cry or the characters, but I did create this story!
Chapter 1
"Dante!"
Nero shouted the name in the silence of the office, dressed and ready to venture out into the world to eradicate demons. Earlier in the morning he received a call from a female. She strained her voice in a clipped tone, claiming to pay any price to rid of the monsters that accumulated near her house.
The older half-devil rested by the phone, Nero knowing that the bum listened in. All the hybrid had to do was stomp his heel on the desk and the phone would fly right into his hand. It was an effective maneuver when he didn't feel like reaching to answer it, so why didn't he do so this time?
This bristled Nero's jittery nerves.
The youth awakened from his deprived sleep, rushing down the stairs to answer the shrill ringing of the telephone. When his wobbly stance and blurry vision cleared to see the half-demon let the loud object ring, he had to take it upon himself to collect the information. His feet wanted to punt the older slayer's teeth in, or at least break a leg on the chair he slept on but decided to go on ahead and get ready.
Dante had other plans. Staying rooted in his chair to snooze the day away sounded much better, having his two associates butcher the demonic tourists overstaying their welcome. Nero handled the local jobs, which left the devil hunter time to relax while his minions did the majority of the work.
Though Dante didn't want to be skewered alive by Lady or Trish for saying minions, so he used the term 'associates' loosely.
"Dante!" Nero bellowed in front of the man, but in return a black boot twitched and wiggled.
The partial-demon walked over to the side of the sleeping zombie, hoisting Dante's heavy feet up and dropping them to the floor. Dante, in turn, spun himself in his chair around and replaced said feet back on the desk, the magazine staying immobile on his face.
Nero growled with his ignored presence and snatched the book away. He should have pummeled him with it, yet time was of the essence and they needed to head out. The place they were going didn't sound locally close so he had to find fast transportation.
And Dante is his taxi driver.
The elder had his eyes closed with his trademark grin plastered on his face, arms folded across his broad chest in that carefree manner he upheld with confidence.
Nero failed to find amusement with his lazy antics.
Dante opened an ice blue eye, ingesting the heated glare staring at him. "Aww, come on kid. You're always taking the fun out of everything."
He removed his feet from the desk and stood, elongating his limbs to eliminate the kinks in his back. An odd taste settled in his mouth, smacking his lips to rid the sour flavor. Four hours ago he and the teen slaughtered and executed their quarry, blood and bones yielding to their massive blades. Rebellion and Red Queen decimated their Hellish forms in relative ease, gaining a workout from the immense number in which they appeared.
The last job contained an irregular mixture of the Hell family and those synthetic scarecrows. The real ogres attacked the artificial race of demons, but managed to turn their full attention to the two slayers. How they vacated the city of Fortuna when their numbers dwindled to nothing confused the duo. Maybe they missed crossing swords with the youngster and decided to follow him?
"Dante…" Nero started, speaking through clenched teeth. "I had to get my ass out of bed, run down the steps still half-asleep and answer the phone that you were inches away from! What fun am I taking out of anything if I always have to wake your lazy ass up?"
"Exactly."
Nero primed to retort something sharp when Dante shot from by his chair, grabbing Ebony and Ivory from the desk and holstering them in their desired places. He walked over to the side of the couch to retrieve Rebellion, donning his signature strides to the door while making a big show to the brat that he was up and ready.
Dante, who seemed wide awake with the aid of a hearty breakfast, turned back to Nero when…"Hang on". Now that he was up, his stomach growled in protest of going anywhere. Surely he couldn't perform his best when all his focus concentrated on stuffing his mouth with his favorite food?
Nero saw his intentions and speed-walked over to Dante, pulling his arm with his Devil Bringer through the front door. "That's gonna have to wait, old man. If you woke up when the phone first rang, you wouldn't feel like you do now."
"But I'll only be a sec, just grab a slice from the fridge–"
"We are late."
"But I may get sick-"
"Then throw up on the side of the car."
Dante exhaled an exaggerated sigh. "You are evil to me, kid."
"Yeah, well I learned from the worst."
"What did I do to deserve this?"
"Remember what happened the last time I let you go eat and you told me the same thing?"
"Yup, I told your lazy ass to go walk to your job."
Nero's face settled into a blank canvas, recalling the events of that day. Some time ago, he made the young man walk about a good two miles and catch the train to his destination. It would have taken about fifteen minutes by car to drop him off but the car needed rest, Nero nagging in vigor in response to his laziness.
In truth he didn't have anyone to answer the phone if they were gone. Money rolled in and he needed to ensure that he received every penny. But since his associates had been in or around the area of the caller, the situation carried on to its end and he had free time to take the squirt wherever he wished.
Nero didn't understand this. As revenge the brat came home with a fresh, crust-stuffed meat lovers' pizza and didn't share any of it with him.
"Fine, fine, let's go."
Outside rested Dante's red 1969 Copo Camaro, serving as their transportation for the week. Lady took her bike that she sometimes left over there for quicker access to job destinations and Trish claimed stake over his black Ducati.
Once inside the vehicle, the Camaro was not willing start-up willingly, coming into contact with a horde of haphazard Hell prides with terrible scythe-swinging aim. That aim struck the reservoir tank for the anti-freeze, causing the car to endure road problems. Sure the outward appearance of the car was replaced to near perfection, yet the engine groaned with every stop it made.
The elder spent the majority of his money keeping the ravishing lady in red in top condition rather than his own office. Still, with the addition of Nero taking residence, the kid added little furnishings to the place, much to Dante's delight and dismay.
The kitchen appliances, like the toaster and the microwave, made cooking a variety of foods a bit easier, truly since Nero's the only one who used it. Only the little computer brought in by Nero, heavily convinced by Lady to get, got him into trouble for he smashed the thing in a fit of a rage while the youngster was on it.
Technological creations weren't really allowed in his house because it was just natural for them to take damage. He perdued his astonishment as to how his jukebox stayed with him for so long; that thing took so much of his abuse.
Each devil hunter placed their weapons in the spacious back seat, soon after placing their own backsides in the front seats. After a few kicks to the gas pedal, a couple of slaps to the steering wheel, and a few 'psyche' punches to Nero, the car finally started up. Dante had to make it to the destination steady and fast for the car primed to overheat. If that were to happen, it would be embarrassing to sit on the side of the road with a sick-looking ride and smoke coming out from under the hood; a total chick repellent indeed. With that thought in mind he gave a playful smirk to Nero, rolling his eyes in return, and sped down the street to do some demon hunting.
A/N: And there you have it, your first chapter of these two knuckleheads venturing out on a mission...with each other...together. It can't be too hard to do right, dealing with each other of course. Let me know what you think!
P.S. We're pretty far along in the story, so don't be shy to leave or note or two in between chapters :D You can catch up when you want to!
P.S.S. I've gone back and updated all the chapters. It took a minute to do, but it was all worth it. Ciao!
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