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Dad	By : Ash_Gray_Kitsune Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 1882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dante sighed as he trudged through the dripping rain, Rebellion heavy and blood-caked on his back, Ebony and Ivory out and cocked, his black pistol resting on one shoulder. He hated Hell on a good day...and today wasn't even close. Actually, I hate all nine circles of Hell, and each little niche I've been stuck in over the years. Yup. Unbridled hate riiiiiiight here, folks.
But he needed the payoff this job promised, if he ever wanted to get Nero enrolled in school next year. Sure, he could have home-schooled him, just as he'd done the last five years, but the boy was just too damned smart. Dante freely admitted that while he was an expert on demonology, demonic archeology, and Devil Arms, he was hardly Master's material. He simply just didn't see any point in pursuing a degree in something when half the time, all that kept him alive was his reflexes, not his intelligence.
But Nero wasn't Dante, and already the precocious brat had outsmarted his father in just about everything, from basic math skills to complex reading, and his grammar by far surpassed his old man. The only areas, in fact, that Dante still schooled him in were purely physical; gymnastics, parkour, swordsmanship, and using his demonic senses. He had all the promise that Dante and his twin had had at that age, he just needed time, practice, and some serious muscle growth on that skinny ass frame of his. Fat baby, twig kid. But then again, his metabolism was twice what it had been as a baby...
Besides, Nero wanted to be like the other kids in the neighborhood, and so Dante had dutifully started searching out schools...croaking when the cheapest East Side kindergarten was two grand. For a fuckin' year. After gaping like a fish for about an hour, he'd cursed a blue streak so loudly that Nero had poked his head through the stairs in admiration, even going so far as to give his father high marks for ingenuity.
That, at least, had broken the black mood, and he'd burst into laughter, shutting the laptop and making his way up the stairs to wrestle with his mini-delinquent. God, he loved that kid. Nero made every bad thing in life a hundred times better, usually by snarking about it, and every night, his father sent up a silent prayer of thanks to his mother, and occasionally to his father, as distant a ghost as Sparda might be. And each morning, he was rewarded with a pair of bright blue eyes and shaggy white-silver hair, bouncing on his gut.
Even out of breath, he would grin and growl and they'd wrestle for a bit, until the kid would claim victory and clamber up to Dante's shoulders as the older man walked downstairs to breakfast and the inevitable pile of laundry that neither of them claimed and both blamed each other for. As the day wore on, there'd be homework and sword fighting, naptime and monster movies, and a visit or two to the little green grocer or the pizzeria down the street.
And as night fell, they'd go up to the roof, and learn astronomy together, and as Nero drifted off, Dante would ramble about Eva and Sparda, about Vergil...his thoughts shifted as he lazily shot down a Marionette. He missed his kid, and hoped that he'd be able to kill this Mundus asshole before another day passed. He was missing the all-you-can-eat pizza day at Zatolli's!
Ah, well, at least the kid was in good hands; Lady, Morrison, and twenty of Morrison's pet punks were snarfing pie at Dante's expense while they all watched over Nero. It was a small price to pay for near-total security; each of the punks respected and had worked with the demon-hunter before this, and most of them had younger siblings not too much older than Nero, so their instincts were set to 'protect'. So, the demon-hunter strolled on through Hell, and put his worries away. As he set his sights on his target, Dante's eyes narrowed, taking in the tall, black-spired castle.
Smug bastard. Hope that woman Trish stands by her word.

After one fucking long ass battle, and an even longer flight away to the safety of the plain, Dante landed on the rough, unbroken ground and set the woman...demon...whatever the fuck she was on a rise of clean granite, sagging from his Trigger's release to the earth below her, and panted.Good fucking God...I don't ever wanna fucking fight that asshole again. If I'da known I was gonna have to save the whole fucking world, I'da demanded a bigger fucking paycheck. Bitch better be ready to pay up when she comes to; like hell I'm letting Lady take all the cash from this one. He did have a few artifacts he'd claimed along the way, but they'd only cover a few months, at best.
"Fuck...Bitch, you better wake up. My kid's gonna want to meet ya this time around..." He muttered, casting a portal spell before he heaved her up again and stumbled back to the human world, collapsing on the rooftop of the shop. He had just enough energy to close the portal, and finally let his exhaustion creep over his senses as he rolled weakly onto his back. Lady'd been watching, he knew that...so when familiar boots crossed his vision, he gave in and slept.

"Daaaaaad....Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad....C'mon, Dad!" Nero's voice, a little subdued, slithered through the dark shadows clouding his mind, and with a groan, Dante slapped a hand over his face and narrowed his eyes to the sudden flare of light from his bedside lamp.
"Mmph...wher'm I?" He grumbled, yanking a pillow over his face as he noted the thick swathing of bandages covering his chest and abdomen. Wha...? Oh. The heart-wound. Right. He was aware, too, of the thick scent of fear hovering in the room, most of it emanating from the slender boy perched on the side of his bed, his snark tone in no way concealing his worry.
"In your ugly ass nest, where else? Lady's still pissed at you, by the way..." That got a weak chuckle from the man, and as the other voices in the room drifted away into the hallway, that bravado disappeared as a little face burrowed into his neck, and thin arms latched onto his shoulders. "Dad..." Came the soft sob, and Dante rolled to catch his kid in a tight squeeze, big hands petting down slightly grungy silver hair as Nero cried into his father's shoulder. Musta been up all night...I'm so sorry I worried you, kiddo
"Nero..." He sighed out, and curled around his smaller body, humming quietly as he felt the fog of painkillers slowly lift from his vision and senses. Lady was downstairs...and so was Trish. But it seemed as though the demoness wasn't awake yet, so he filed that away for later, and moved on to Morrison...who was heading out the door, if what he was hearing sounded right. Good...He enjoyed the older man's company, but for tonight, it was best that it was just the four of them. There would be a lot of explaining to do..."It's gonna be okay, buddy..."
"What if you don't come home next time?! What if it isn't going to be okay?!" Dante glanced down into hot blue eyes, rimmed with tears, and felt his heart contract. Oh gods...he's right. What if I don't come back from a mission? What if I leave him all alone....?
"I....I don't know what to tell you, kiddo. I know that platitudes are for politicians, so...I guess...We'll have had the time we were given, bud. And that'll have to be enough. Even demons die, Nero...Even demons die."

Heyla! So, here's the time jump my first reviewer was curious about, and I've got edits done for the first three chapters ready, they're just on my home computer. Let me know how I'm doing, okay? There's one more small time jump, and then a final one, and that's were the warnings will really start. Let me know how I'm doing, okay? I thrive on reviews!
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