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Nero wondered, seriously, if it was possible for a half-blood to have a heart attack from sheer stress. If so, his father was well on the way to giving himself one as he watched Dante bustle around the office. Dante did not bustle. Dante did not fucking hurry. Dante didn't even look up from the magazine he'd fallen asleep on unless Nero jumped on his head. And got thrown across the room. Nero was perched on the giant old desk, drumming his heels lightly on the front side, and waited patiently for Lady to arrive. Okay, so it was his first day of school, and he supposed that his dad was probably worried sick that something would happen...
"Dad, you're going to sweep a hole in the floor."
"Will not."
"Will to."
"Will not."
"Will to."
"The hell are you doing, dumbass?" Her familiar voice cut through both Nero's answer and Dante's frantic cleaning, and as the six-year-old launched off the desk, his father blinked and a warm grin touched his face as he set the broom aside to pace over to them.
"Lady!"
"Well, I was cleaning. What's it look like?" She gave him a scathing glare as she scooped the boy up.
"Looks like a dumbass trying to pick up his nest. And failing. Alright, kiddo, you ready to go?" Nero pointed to where his new backpack and lunch box lay on the desk, and she flashed a grin at him. "Good. Dante, get your shit together and let's get out of here. Education's waiting!" At Dante's groan, she swiped at him playfully, and the demon-hunter danced out of the way, picking up both lunchbox and pack as he retaliated with a stuck-out tongue and the finger.
"C'mon, guys!" Nero wiggled out of Lady's hold and grabbed for his things, then latched onto his father's hand, pulling the older man towards the door. "C'mon!"

The walk to Harrington Elementary was long, but quiet, and for a change, Dante enjoyed the early morning, his earlier panic notwithstanding. Lady and Nero were talking about what the little boy could expect, and Dante watched him out of the corner of his eye, a smile hovering on his lips. He looked sharp in new blue jeans and sneakers, and his favorite blue hoodie was zipped up against the cool morning fog, the hood bouncing as he hopped along, taking two, three footsteps to each one of his father's. It was cute, and he made sure that he slowed his steps when Nero struggled to keep up. Lady was relaxed and smiling down at her adopted nephew, and when he caught her mismatched eyes, he had to grin a little.
She made a face at him, but seemed to understand. It's gonna be hard for both of us. She's used to having him come rocketing down the stairs, and I'm used to...everything. But...it'll be good for him. It'll be good to see him with friends, even if I wanna keep him all to myself. He deserves that. He reached over with his free hand and ruffled the boy's hair, earning himself a glare and grumble and laughing all the while.
"Mmph, Daaaaaaaaad!"
"Humor me, I'm gonna be lonely at the shop."
"You're gonna pass out like you always do. Or you're gonna make Lady mad again and I have to clean it up."
"I will not!"
"Will to!"
"Will not, ya mini-alcoholic."
"And who gave me a bottle full of alcohol?"
"....point taken." As Nero made a face up at him, he stretched his right arm up, and the sleeve fell, treating Dante to the sight of a strange dark spot on his son's forearm, just around his elbow. Nero caught his line of sight, and swiftly tore his hand out of his father's, shoving the sleeve down and staring now at the ground. Lady hadn't noticed, but Dante rested a hand on his boy's head for a moment, then offered that hand again in mute apology, his eyes concerned now. Catching his son's eyes, he nodded slightly towards the arm in question, and mouthed 'later' to him. In spite of Lady's constant presence, there were just some things that both of them would rather were kept from her. Not that they didn't trust her, (well, Dante didn't when she got drunk) but it was easier to talk about demonic history without someone saying "Just kill 'em."
"...Trish was gonna take me shopping later, but I told her you were broke again..." Dante snapped out of his revelry and glared at her as the school drew into sight.
"Damn straight I'm broke. And at least I got to see where my money went this time, not that you care..." He grumbled out. giving Nero's hand a squeeze to take the sting out of the words. He felt very, very apprehensive now; the school seemed to tower above the trio, and not for the first time, he wondered if this was really a good idea...but there were a few of the older kids that lived in their neighborhood waiting by the gate, and one of them waved to the little silver-haired boy, who in turn burst into all grins. He stopped on the sidewalk and knelt down to Nero's height, gray-blue eyes shadowed. "So, uh...I suck at this sort of thing...but....have a good day, okay? If anything happens, make sure they call me. Anything at all. If someone bullies you..."
"Dad." Thin arms slipped around his neck, and Dante burrowed his face into Nero's hug, taking a deep breath of his scent. "I'll be okay. Just don't stalk the gates, okay? I want to have the principal like me, okay?" He had to laugh, softly, and drew back, smiling now.
"Okay. Alright. So...I love you. All that sentimental crap." Nero beamed and hugged him again, darting off as the bell started to ring.
"I love you too, Dad!"

Later that night, after the successful conclusion of Nero's First Day, all with caps, Dante had poured himself a glass of brandy and a tall glass of milk for the kid, and sat him down on the floor of his own bedroom, having moved Nero over to the second room a few years ago.
"Alright, kiddo. What's up with the arm? I didn't see that a week ago when we went swimming." Nero covered it with his left hand, frowning so fiercely that it was almost comical..."Hiding it won't work, bud. You know that."
"It scares me." There, that was something at least.
"I know. Here. Can I see it?" Rather than grab at Nero (He'd learned from Lady; don't do it. At all.), he held out his hand, eyes solemn. Slowly, carefully, his boy put his small hand in his father's, and gently, Dante pulled the sleeve up. There it was; soft brown scales, limned in translucent blue. Definitely demonic, and probably an example of his growth as a quarter-blood.
"What is it?" There was so much fear in his voice that the demon-hunter pulled his kid into his arms and snuggled him, feeling off-kilter and more than a little angry at himself.
"I don't know, bud...but I'm gonna find out." I promise...
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