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Equilibrium	By : Imoshen Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 3016 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 7
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- 9
A/N: This is the edited version of chapter 8!
Many thanks goes to nightlore who helped me A LOT with this
one, so the credits should also go to her :)

One
hell of a story...

Yes, that
was just the perfect start to tell Nero the latest news – and
maybe they would figure out a connection between that Izrail guy and
his story; at least Dante hoped so.

He took
Nero by his shoulders and guided him backwards to the couch until the
back of his knees hit the red leather and he slowly pushed the young
man down. Nero’s gaze traveled between Dante, Lady and Dante’s
current One-Night-Stand; clearly he wasn't sure what to think about
this.

“I
can't believe you let him in your home, Dante. You even slept with
him. Can you be any more reckless?” She asked as she walked
around the small table in front of the red leather coach before she
sat down on one of the arm rests. She crossed her legs and folded her
arms in front of her chest; her eyes glaring harshly at Dante.

Even as
Dante was being chastised by the aggravated woman he saw how Nero
watched his One-Night-Stand moving until he stood next to him,
putting one arm around his shoulders, smiling, “Come on now
Lady, can't you just forget what happened? I already told you I’m
sorry.”

His hand
slid down until it reached Dante's butt.

“My
hand's still twitching, C. Just be careful, I might use my gun on
your head,” Dante joked.

It was
Nero’s turn to force his way into the conversation as his anger
burst , “Shut up! All of you!”

All eyes
turned to Nero who looked like as if he was ready to explode, “Who
the fuck is the lady Dante and what about this dude?”

The grin
on older man's face grew wider, “Nero, meet Lady.”

Nero's
head turned around until his eyes found the smiling face of Lady; she
winked at him.

“And
this,” forcing the other man’s hand away from his ass,
“is C.”

The man
next to him blew one strain of black hair out of his face, showing
his green eyes. He gave Nero one of his best smiles – probably
the reason why Dante ended in bed with him.

“C?
What kind of name is that? I mean, a letter?” Nero shook his
head.

C. walked
around the table until he could sit next to Nero – too close
for Dante's liking – and put his arm around the youth’s
shoulders.

“It
stands for Corvus,” he grinned as Nero grabbed his arm to shove
it away, sliding further down the sofa to put distance between them.
He was still wearing nothing but his boxers and Dante liked the way
he and Nero looked together; the youth with his almost white blonde
hair and C. with his dark black hair. If this was one of his dreams
the two of them would get it on until he joined them – but it
wasn't one of his dreams and Nero was not the type of guy who would
have sex with other men, let alone women. He was sure the kid was
still a virgin and when he and Nero were at Love Planet, he
knew that it was the first time for Nero to see a pair of boobs even
though the kid seemed to be more interested with the man.

Dante
shook his head.

“Care
to explain all of this Dante?” Nero asked him and he sounded as
if he was pissed – he couldn't blame him.

Dante
grinned at him, “Then shut the fuck up and let me start.”

xxx

"How will you be sure that I'm not going
to die if you take Yamato?"

It was already dark outside and Dante was sitting
on his chair, his feet rested on top of his wooden desk and he opened
his eyes to look at Nero. The kid was staring at him and for a moment
he thought he would lose himself in those blue eyes.

"He's sharing his memories with you now, that
is a good and a bad thing,” he told the boy and hated him at
the same instance for bringing the topic up.

As he realized that Nero didn't understand he took
a deep sigh, "It means that his soul is by far more connected to
yours than maybe the old man thought it was."

"Have you ever thought that it would slow the
process of Vergil taking control over me, when I don't have Yamato
with me? Maybe it would actually stop it."

Nero’s suggestion angered Dante, "No.
It can't be just the sword. The sword is just a thing, a piece
of steel and wood. It doesn't breathe, it doesn't think. To make
things short: it's not alive. But you are. You're human with a
demonic arm. Vergil's soul has already left the sword to become once
with yours."

"But then it wouldn't be a problem to remove
it now would it?" Nero retorted.

He brought his feet down to the ground and sighed
again, "Maybe not. But if it wouldn't you know what that means
don't you? It means that it doesn't matter anymore to remove or not
remove the sword. His soul's already connected with yours."

Nero looked at him as he had hit him. It was a
cruel thing to say, he knew that but the kid had to learn the truth.

Troubled by Dante’s brutal words, Nero
questioned him, "How can you be so sure? How do you know all of
this?"

He wasn't sure about it and he didn't know a thing
about everything that Vergil had done to bring them in such a mess.
He was just assuming things and Nero kept on asking him things he
didn't know the answer to. What was he supposed to say? The truth of
course.

"I don't." He looked up to meet Nero's
blue eyes. The kid didn't look like as if he would continue to ask
him. What was there more to say anyway? He pulled himself up and
stretched his body. He didn't have any answers for Nero or for him
and at some point he asked himself why he should even care – of
course he knew why he should care, because despite the fact he was
trying to convince himself that Nero didn't matter to him he did.
When the kid showed up at his stairs he kinda felt... happy? No, that
was too much. Glad? That sounded better to him. It still didn't feel
right but 'glad' came close to what he felt. He was never a person
who liked to show feelings ever since his brother left.

“He
killed your mother…”

Nero's words returned to him in his memory, but it
was the truth. He and Vergil were blended by Mundus at that time and
he was sure that Mundus cut off his strings that connected him with
the demon lord on purpose so he could watch how his mother died by
his brothers hands – but he hadn’t succeeded, he didn't
put a wedge between the twins. Dante never hated Vergil for what he
did, but he knew that hate consumed his older brother ever since that
day. He was sure that this fire still burnt within his brother as the
events of Temen-Ni-Gru took place – after all, Vergil held on
to the thought that more power could have stopped Mundus when they
were kids, and sometimes he thought Vergil just did all of this to
fight Mundus; to take revenge for their mother. Sometimes. He
shook his head to get rid of the unwanted memories. He would not take
that road tonight.

He headed for the stairs before he looked at the
kid, “I need to get out. Do you want to join me at Love
Planet?”

The young man shook his head and his face turned
into an angry mask. A low “no” got through his ears. His
saw how Nero's body hit the red leather coach as he threw himself at
it. He crossed his arms behind his head and starred at the ceiling.

Dante continued to take the stairs up to his room.
He searched through his chaotic wardrobe for something to wear
tonight.

He decided on a dark wine red turtleneck sweater
combined with a sleeveless black leather vest followed by a pair of
pants in the same dark red as the sweater and high black boots. He
grabbed his coat, put its neck up and looked at himself in the
mirror; liking the picture he saw. He snatched some crumbled dollar
notes and stuffed them in his pocket before he turned around to head
for the front door.

xxx

Chapter 8: Closer

Dante shook the glass with the brown golden liquid
in it lightly. The whiskey tasted bitter that evening and he started
to feel depressed. At first he had thought he would give the Love
Planet another visit since the club was near at his home, but he
decided to do otherwise and just strolled through the city until he
found a place he hadn't visited in a long time. It was a small
independent musician bar, where people could come and show off their
talent. There were singers, guitarists, rock bands, comedians and
more.

As he sat down on one
of the barstools a slow piano song started to play and the stage got
dark. He watched how the spotlight was pointed at the middle of the
stage and he saw a dark haired woman sitting at a piano, wearing
casual jeans and a white sweater. Slowly, she started to move her
body to the music she was playing, before she opened her mouth and
the first tunes of her smoky voice got through his ear. He listened
to the lyrics and closed his eyes for just a moment.

We all do what we
can. So we just do one more thing.

He turned around and he
noticed Corvus only seconds later; he was sitting at the other side
of the room in a corner booth, staring at him. His left side of the
face was covered under a curtain of long black hair and he hold a
glass of whiskey firmly in one of his gloved hands.

We won't have a
thing. So we got nothing to lose.

Dante gave him a small
nod, not in the mood to throw himself into a new flirt. He ordered
himself a beer and as soon as he got the bottle, he brought it up to
his lips and let the cool liquid pass his lips running down his
throat, already forgetting about the man looking at him.

We can all be free.

He could hear the
rustle of fabric through the low song and as he turned to his right,
a grin begun to spread over his face.

“Never thought
you would be that suicidal,” Dante told him, taking another sip
of his beer as he didn't care to look at him.

A low chuckle answered
him, “What can I say, Dante? I like to live dangerous.”

Out of the corner of
his eyes, Dante saw taking him the stool next to him.

Maybe not with
words.

C. ordered a beer as
well and the bartender brought it quickly to him. He took a sip and
another one, not saying a word. Dante kept waiting, staring at his
own face as he looked straight ahead at the mirror that was covering
the whole wall behind the bar. He glanced over his right shoulder,
eyeing the man at the booth.

“Now, how long do
I have until you draw that fancy sword of yours... which I can't seem
to find at all,” Amusement could be heard in his voice.

He finally turned to
his left, looking straight at him, “It's not here. Now tell me
what you want before I forget myself and strangle you with my bare
hands…” His voice was low and friendly and a sly smile
appeared on his face, but Dante meant every word he just said.

Corvus took another sip
of his beer and swallowed the bitter liquid. He tucked one black
strain of hair behind his right ear, “Mh, so you still hate me,
I guess. Does it help you to know that it wasn't my fault?”

The answer came quickly
to his mind. “No.”

Maybe not with a
look.

Corvus pleaded, “Look
man, I'm sorry. I really am. Can't we just forget about the
past?”

Dante chuckled, not
wanting himself to get too deep into the conversation he got straight
to the point, “Tell me, Corvus. What did happen to you
after I killed that master of yours? Found yourself a new one that
could fuck and torture you the way he pleases? Just like the old
one?”

He could see how a
shiver run through Corvus’ body and his face turned into a
pained grimace as the memories flooded back to him. He took a big sip
from his beer and some of the liquid trickled down his chin as he sat
it back. He brushed it away with one hand and said, “You say it
like I had a choice. I never chose to work for him. But I chose to
betray him by helping you.”

“You call that
help? You almost killed us,” Dante snapped.

Corvus grew defensive
over the accusation, “It was necessary to save you!”

Dante could hear the
anger in his voice. This conversation was beginning to bore him and
he didn't want to cover his hands with the blood of a fool. He wanted
to get up, but a hand was quickly placed over his right arm. He
looked at the other man; his black hair was falling into his eyes,
covering them slightly. He wore silver rings on all of his fingers on
his right hand and a black leather bracelet covered his left wrist.
His gaze traveled over his bare arm until he reached his face,
ignoring the white wife beater that covered his muscular torso.

“I never wanted
to harm you,” He looked Dante straight into the eye, not daring
to look away. His voice was almost a whisper and the music almost
covered it, but Dante heard every word.

But with your minds.

The song
ended and the crowd cheered and applauded as the woman slowly got off
the stage.

“You
want my forgiveness, don't you? That's why you're here? After all
those years?” He scoffed, “What makes you think I'm that
kind of guy?”

Corvus
looked away, “I don't. I can only hope.”

Dante
burst into a full laugh, “You really changed, man! You're not
the same guy I met five years ago! What happened?”

He turned
his gaze back to Dante, “You freed me.” He pulled on
Dante's arm so he would sit again. Corvus voice changed to a low
whisper as he continued on, “You think I did all of this
because I wanted to? You're sick!” He looked at Dante with
complete disgust.

Dante
answered him with a grin, “You could have had it with me.”

Both of
Corvus’ eyebrows rose, “What? The one minute you wanna
kick my ass and the next minute you wanna fuck me in the ass? You
really are sick, Dante!”

Dante
turned around again, but then he stopped as an idea hit him, “You
still have your connections, Corvus?”

“Connections.
That’s a nice way to put it. Yes, Dante, I still suck dicks for
a living. But for you I'd do it for free, you know?”

Dante
turned his back to him, ignoring his offer as he got up again, “Did
you hear something I might like lately?”

If the
answer wouldn't please him, he was ready to take off.

He could
feel how the other man moved behind him, putting his arms around his
lower body, resting his chin on his shoulder, “Why do you think
I came to you the minute I saw you in here?”

Dante
didn't move, “You tell me.”

One of
Corvus' hands moved around his waist to the front of his stomach and
went further down until it rested on Dante's crotch, “For old
time’s sake Dante. Let me show you how sorry I really am and I
tell you why I'm here.”

He
suddenly turned around, grabbing Corvus by his throat, pulling him
away from the bar, and pushed through the crowd until he reached the
dark and empty floor that would lead to the backdoor. He forced the
other man against the wall; eyes glistering with anger.

“Why
are you really here, huh Corvus? For old time’s sake?
How did you even know I would be here?” He squeezed his hand
tighter around the other man’s throat, making it hard for him
to breathe. Corvus smiled at Dante despite the situation, which made
his attacker even more enraged. The next act got on to the stage and
the silence was replaced with a loaded rock song, its base pulsing
through their bodies.

“I
didn't,” he managed to say, “I didn't know. Honestly.”
He choked on his words, but didn't show any attempt to fight back. “I
come here every Tuesday. It was mere luck that I ran into you.”

Dante
searched his eyes to find the lie that laid beneath them, but
couldn't find it. “Luck, eh? Luck doesn't exist.” He
slowly let go of his throat, but still pressed his body into his so
he was still trapped.

“Where
are your buddies?” He questioned sternly.

Corvus
looked at him and blinked, “Buddies?”

“You're
a demon. I heard they are leaving the town. Now, why are you still
here, mh?” His hand traveled over his chest, until he reached
the belt to his black jeans and hooked his fingers with it. He could
see how his breathing got heavier.

“And
you're half of a demon.” He turned his head to the side and his
gaze got empty. “I told you I left that part of my life behind
me.”

He turned
back to Dante.

“Doesn't
mean you don't hear things,” was Dante's reply and he slowly
opened Corvus’ belt while his other hand rested on his hip.

“My
pimp is human, Dante. I don't have business with those clients
anymore.” He let out a soft moan, as Dante unzipped his pants
and reached into it to press his hand flat against his erect cock.

“No
shit,” He wrapped his fingers around it and slowly started to
pump. He saw how the other man threw his head against the wall behind
him. “For a demon you know surprisingly less. Can't think of
anything I might wanna know?”

“Fuck!
If I would knew what the hell you're talking about, I might give you
an answer,” Corvus groaned.

“Then
tell me who wants to kill me.”

A smile
appeared over the cornered man’s face as his eyes closed in
lust, “Kill you? You mean like everyone?”

Dante’s
grip on his prisoner’s member got tight and he saw how the
other man tried to hide a yelp.

The
intensity was too much for Corvus, his answer bursting out of his
mouth like water, “Okay, so there maybe was something odd that
happened lately. About a week ago.”

Dante's
hold loosened a bit.

“Keep
going,” he encouraged him to talk more. He slowly started to
pump again; he could feel the pre-cum already forming on the tip of
Corvus’ cock.

“There
was that dude. Paid me really well....”, he stopped to let a
moan escape his lips, “He just wanted to talk. I didn't even
unzip my pants let alone his.”

“Talk?
What about?” Dante maintained a steady rhythm.

“Mmmh...
nothing special. Said he had some business in town. It was nothing –
ah – that could interest you. It was actually kinda nice. He
was charming, asked me about my life, ugh, what I like to do, where I
go for fun. Said he needed to find a place to relax himself after
work...” He panted heavily.

Dante
stopped and withdrew his hand, “So I see, you really are
worthless to me.”

He turned
around and headed for the back door.

Corvus
looked at him confused and frustrated, “What?”

He could
hear Corvus’ high pitched voice scream in disbelief, “You
got me all turned on for nothing?”

“Well,
that depends on you. If you tell me something I like then I might
continue. But you said it for yourself – you don't have
business with demons anymore.”

His hand
reached the doorknob. Only a second later he found another hand on
his shoulder, “Doesn't mean we couldn't have fun tonight,
Dante.”

He shook
the hand off, “You disgust me. You're a traitor who would sell
out everyone as long as there is something in it for you.” He
walked through the door out into the cold night. Corvus followed him;
getting really annoyed. Maybe he had gone too far and the man was
already addicted to his touch.

“Is
this how you see me?”

Dante
didn't turn around as he stared at the building ahead of him, “Am
I wrong?”

“Yes,”
His whispered answer was barely to hear.

“Then
prove it,” Dante said.

“Why
can't you just trust me? You really think I would take you to my
place, fuck you and then sell you out?”

A grin
appeared on Dante's face, “No, I don't think that. For
starters, it would be me who'd do the fucking. And yes, I would might
think you would throw me at my enemies the second my cock leaves your
ass.”

He could
feel Corvus standing behind him, his body almost touching his, “I
didn't betray you, Dante.”

His words
wouldn’t convince Dante of anything, “Go back, Corvus.
I'm gonna head for another club where I don't have to see your face.”

He
started to walk and lifted his right hand to salute him over his
shoulder. This time the man didn't try to follow him and he was glad
for it. It would only piss him off more. As he heard the door close
he was sure Corvus went back into the club. Dante started to stroll
through the city and as it started to snow, he thought it would be
time for one last stop before he would return to Devil May Cry. The
evening didn't turn out as he wanted it to be. After all his primary
goal was it to get his head free of all this mind fucking stuff he
went through the last couple of days, but on the other hand he had
hopped for some more information. After all he was a demon hunter and
usually filthy creatures didn't hide in a field of flowers but rather
in the disgusting underworld of sex, drugs and rock'n'roll. He rolled
his eyes at that thought. What a cliché - but it was true for
most of the times.

He turned
into another bar not far away from the club he just had been,
ordering another beer followed by a whiskey before he decided that
the night was over.

As he
walked back to Devil May Cry the streets were empty. It was early in
the morning, almost 4 am and the fresh fallen snow swallowed every
noise; but he could still feel his presence, before he turned into
the street at which end he would find his home.

He
stopped, “Can't find your home, boy?”

“He
was there tonight,” Corvus said.

Dante
didn't bother to turn around, “Who?”

“The
one I told you about.”

“And?”

“Saw
me with you. Kinda seemed interested in you,” Corvus replied
with a coy tone.

The
answer made Dante curious enough that he finally turned to face him,
“In what way?”

“Wanted
to know who you are, if I was your lover,” He scoffed at the
thought, “Can you believe that?”

Dante
growled, “You’re starting to really piss me off, Corvus.
There is nothing you have that would be useful to me. Can't you just
leave me alone like all those years before?”

“But
I want to help you. At least let me try to make up for what I did to
you and Lady.”

Dante
thought over the words he'd just heard. His instinct told him to get
as far away from Corvus as possible. But if there was only the
slightest chance that he could actually help him... After all this
was all about Vergil and Corvus was one of the very few people who
had known his brother. He needed to dig in his brother's past, right?
So why not just start with one of his lovers?

“You
can try. But don't think I wouldn't cut your throat the minute you
start to act funny.”

xxx

He pulled
off his leather coat and threw it on to the bed, before he sat
himself on to it to get rid of his boots. Out of the corner of his
eyes he watched Corvus standing uncomfortable in the doorframe.

“That
kid sleeping downstairs... is that your new lover?” he asked
him quietly, before he entered the room and closed the door behind
them.

Dante
shook his head, “He is my new nightmare. You don't need to know
about him.”

He heard
Corvus move around the bed before he stopped in front of him. He wore
an old pair of jeans that once were black but the color mostly had
faded. He shoved down the dark green jacket he wore and knelt down in
front of Dante. He looked him straight in the eyes as his hands
crawled over his legs up to his crotch. The devil hunter looked at
him amused before he leaned back and used his hands to hold his
balance.

Corvus
took this as a permission to continue and opened the belt he wore
before he unzipped his pants.

Before he
could go further, Dante spoke again, “Tell me about my
brother.”

Corvus
stopped and sat back on his heels. He looked at him as he had just
slapped him across the face. “What?” he asked him,
dumbfounded, “You're thinking about your brother while I do
this to you?”

“Well
I think it's just too much of a coincidence that I run into you after
he came back and haunting me,” he told him. Corvus was about to
stand up but Dante quickly grabbed his hands to hold him in place,
“Didn't you share his bed with him?”

The other
man looked away, suddenly shy. “That was a long time ago,”
was his quiet reply.

“But
not too long for you to forget,” Dante quipped; running one of
his hands through his hair, along his pierced ear. He wore one of
those ridiculous tunnel earrings, but not yet big enough to look
awkward. He could watch how goosebumps spread over his neck, “As
I recall, it was only one year before I killed that bastard.”

“You
think he told me what he had planned back then? Hell no. He didn't
talk much. As you already know,” Corvus sneered.

He
crawled back forwards so he was on eye level with Dante. He kept on
leaning forwards until their lips would almost touch, “I always
wondered how you and him could be twins. You look so alike but you
are nothing like him.”

“I'm
better,” Dante grinned, “I'm still alive.” The
cockiness was back in his voice.

Corvus
reached forward and put one of his hands into his pants. “Hell
you are,” he grinned and freed his erect member. He saw
trickles of pre-cum glistening on the head. He stuck out his tongue
and bowed his head, but before he could reach his goal, Dante grabbed
him roughly by his hair and pulled his head up to his.

“What
do you know?” he hissed and he knew his grip caused pain as he
tucked harder. Corvus didn't show any of the pain that was inflicted
on him – Dante knew he was used to worse.

“Nothing.”

Dante
glared at him, “Bullshit. You're not even a little bit
surprised of him haunting me?”

Corvus
smiled, “I don't believe in ghosts, Dante.”

He
roughly brushed his lips over that cocky grin, but not long enough
for Corvus to respond to the kiss that left a wet trail on his lips.

Dante’s
voice was slightly threatening as he said, “You better. I wanna
know who he'd piss enough off to fuck up my life even after his
death.”

The smile
vanished, “I never thought you would be that deep in shit,
Dante. What did Vergil do?”

He
brought his lips to Corvus’ ear, almost touching the soft
flesh, as he whispered, “How did my brother manage to cheat
death, huh?”

The other
man’s eyes got big with the realization, “You really mean
--- he's still alive? How?”

“That's
what I ask you.”

“I
don't know!” Corvus shouted.

He stared
at him, slowly releasing his hair and sat back. It was silent for a
long moment; the only thing that could be heard was Corvus’
harsh breathing.

After
minutes passed, he positioned himself back between Dante's legs,
leaning down until he could lick the first drops of pre-cum away as
his eyes darkened with lust. He waited for any sign of Dante and as
he didn't show him any reaction, he took his cock into his mouth,
swirling his tongue around the tender flesh. He could hear a low
groan above his head and looked up. He watched how Dante had tilted
his head slightly backwards, his eyes half shut.

Before he
could lose himself in that bliss, he laid one hand on the other one's
head, stopping him within his movements, “I need you to take me
back to the places where you and him have been.”

A low
chuckle escaped Corvus’ lips, sending shivers through Dante's
body as the vibration got in touch with his cock. He moved his lips
to speak, “As long as it helps you... care to tell me what
you're looking for?”

Dante
glared at him, shoving his head back down, “Don't be
ridiculous.”

xxx

“Slut,”
Lady scoffed.

Dante
just smiled at her. “Never.”, he told her, before he
turned to Corvus, “Why are you even still here? I thought I
told you to meet with me out of town.”

Corvus
faced him, “What, let me guess… You didn't want your
friends to see me, is that right? Well, I hate going out without a
breakfast.”

“Moron!”
Dante barked harshly at him, “Whoever is after me could already
be on your tracks. I don't need them to see me with you in broad
daylight, idiot!”

“Yeah,
but letting them see him coming out of your place doesn't tell them
much,” Lady laughed; forcing Dante to give her an angry stare.

Corvus’
shoulders dropped.

“Wait,
Dante – do you trust this guy?” Nero asked him.

“Not
one bit.”

Nero
asked him further, “Then hell, why involve him in all of this?”

“Trust
me Nero, he doesn't know enough.”

“Wish
I would though,” Corvus whined.

“Now
then,” Dante turned around to face Lady, “let's continue.
Why are you here?” he asked in a bitter sweet tone; giving his
most charming smile.

The young
woman still had her hand right next to the gun strapped to her thigh.
She never took her eyes off Corvus as she spoke, “A bird came
and sung to me, Dante. I heard about you having a new partner. Well,
looking at Pretty Boy here, it seems about right. I thought you
didn't want any more partners after Trish?”

“Well,
sometimes life isn't about choices,” Dante responded.

“Who's
Trish?” Nero's voice filled the room who had sunk deep into the
red leather as Dante told his story.

Dante
opened his mouth for a reply, but Lady was faster as she turned
around. Her eyes pierced into Nero's, “Trish is a complicated
topic. It's nasty, you don't really want to hear about it.” She
rolled her eyes at Dante, “By the way, where is she? Isn’t
she the first one to crawl around your place when there's something
going on including you getting your ass kicked?”

“She
left for a mission a couple of days ago,” Dante murmured.

“And
here you are. Are you not short on money or why didn't she pull your
ass with her?”

“Shut
up Lady,” He slowly stretched his body and looked at all of
them from one to the other, “This is how it goes. Corvus is one
of the very few people my brother was in touch with during the time
he was alive.” A flash of pain showed on Dante's face, but
vanished quickly, “Since we don't have any leads I suppose the
best way to solve this mess would be to return to the places he had
been. Corvus?”

The man
stood up from his seat, acting nervous, “I guess that would be
Hill Creek Water. A small town a couple of hours away from here. We
stayed there for a couple of weeks before he came back to this rotten
city.”

“You
mean before he left you,” Dante grinned, “I think I would
love to see that place.”

“Hill
Creek Water?” Nero's voice was soft as he looked underneath
from his bangs up to Dante, “That's only a two hour drive away
from Fortuna.”

“Awwww...”
Dante's grin grew bigger and he ruffled the youth hair, “And
there's our first connection. Now, who still thinks it was a bad sign
for me to run into Corvus?”

Lady
jested him with, “Don't try to convince us that fucking solves
problems, Dante.”

“Shut
up Lady.”

The demon
hunter watched as Nero slowly rose from his seat, “Okay... then
let's go there. It's a long time ago since I last was there...”

“Now,”
Dante grinned, “this should be fun.”
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