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Every Rose Has Its Thorn	By : Bloodshot Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 2434 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Devil May Cry series nor any of its characters. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Every Rose Has Its Thorn
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A/N: Hello, everyone! Gees, it took me forever just to write this first chapter, but hopefully I'll have time to finish the second a little quicker. I said I hate summaries and the summary for this story does it no justice. Firstly, this is my first fic here. I hope you all enjoy it as much I enjoyed writing it. This is mainly an introduction to the full story. Yes, it will get better. There are still a few parts I'm not completely satisfied with, but I am happy with it, nonetheless. Also, I can blab on forever, but I try to keep these notes brief. If you bothered to read them, I would like to ask that you rate. You don't necessarily have to review, but constructive criticism is welcome, just don't tear me a new one. I will definitely publish a few more chapters regardless of the ratings/reviews I get, if any, because I'm mainly doing this for myself. But, if everyone enjoys it enough, I'll definitely finish it. Also, if you're looking to flame I'm not interested. Poor Nero needs some love too, hm?
Additionally, please excuse any errors you might find. I proofread it, but I tend to accidentally read over a few mistakes. Now that I've talked your ear off, on with the fic!
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He sat on that rickety, old couch of Dante's, staring blankly at the far wall and tapping his fingers on his knee, one leg propped over the other, his head cradled lazily in his right hand. It was getting late. An ethereal glow had settled in the gray of the evening, the sun's waning light only barely peeking through the panes of the large windows of Devil May Cry. It was getting boring being cooped up inside, all alone with nothing to do. He'd considered just up and leaving numerous times, but was always held back by the small glimmer of hope that Dante would be back any minute now.

How long had Dante been gone- four, five hours now? He'd lost count. He was bored, anxious, annoyed, and maybe a little angry at himself. Dante had asked if he'd wanted to tag along before he left and Nero had been ever since he arrived for his visit, but he'd refused this time, thinking it would be just another easy job. That was all they'd had recently and the pay was so feeble that the devil hunter only took the jobs when he wanted something to do. Today must have been different, because all those times only took maybe thirty minutes, probably less.

He was angry at Dante too. Nero knew it was irrational to be mad at the man. He hadn't known that this job would be any different from the others. Most customers called in a panic, giving very few, vague details as to what was to be exterminated. Besides, even if Dante had known, he asked the boy if he'd wanted to go and he refused. It was his fault. Nero didn't care, he was still pissed at Dante for not being there. Nero didn't mind being alone, but he wasn't used to having absolutely nothing to do.

The thought suddenly crossed his mind that he wouldn't mind Lady being his only company and then he shuddered and laughed a little, shaking his head with a bit of a grin. �Let's not go that far...� Trish wouldn't be that bad, though. Nero really didn't like being alone with the woman. She was always very elusive and sometimes, it seemed, in a mocking way as if she knew something he didn't. She also tended to pry on his personal affairs like she needed to know everything. She was somewhat motherly, though, which sort of justified her behavior. It wasn't like he was going to see her anytime soon, anyway, because, shortly after he arrived, she'd left on a long trip. Nevertheless, he'd settle for almost any kind of company now. Maybe even some devils.

The boy sighed then looked at his watch. It was almost nine o' clock. He figured Dante would either be back soon or he wouldn't be back for awhile longer. Either way, he couldn't just sit there anymore. And, so, Nero decided he'd go out for a little walk, do some hunting if the chance arose, and enjoy the night. It was cold out, being late fall. It always made his face numb and his nose turn red, but the chill to the air made it feel fresh when he inhaled, like minty toothpaste, and something about that cloud of fog that followed his every breath reminded him of winter and snow, two of his favorite things.

He finally got up, ready to walk out the door when he was struck with a small dilemma. What if Dante got back and saw he wasn't there? Would he be worried? Nero doubted it, but somehow he found it negligent on his part just to walk off without leaving any sign at all that he'd be back. So, he searched the drawers of Dante's desk, finding a lot of random clutter that had no business being in a desk, until he finally found a little, yellow notepad and red pen.

Dante,

I went out for a walk. Thought I'd let you know.
-Nero

It was rather short and to the point, but it was good enough. Not like he needed to write a novel to tell Dante where he'd gone, anyway. He smacked it down, the little slip sticking to the desk on contact. He knew Dante would find it, as there wasn't much else on the desk, save for a picture of a woman who looked a lot like Trish and a vintage phone with a turn dial. As he turned to make his way outside, he laughed at the thought that Dante probably wouldn't even be able to read his messy, scribbled note, but he couldn't say he didn't try.

It was colder out than on previous nights, but Nero didn't mind. He zipped up his jacket until the collar stood around his neck, hiding his chin, and tucked his hands into its pockets. There wasn't a calm breeze blowing as usual and everything seemed to be at a standstill. The moon was now full in the cloudy sky, whose blanket of slate parted just enough for it's milky white form to shine through. It was serene being in the solitude of such a silent night. All was quiet except for the gentle click of his shoes as he walked on the cobbled streets. Most of the buildings he passed were darkened with only a few windows still glowing with the light of a lamp.

He closed his eyes briefly, took in a deep breath, and let it go slowly, watching the cloud that funneled from his nostrils, disappearing as quickly as it came. It made him feel relaxed. Nero loved times like these when he could just be with himself and enjoy the simple things. He was always inhibited by his fickle emotions, always afraid of the judgments of others, but now he was alone and he could be himself. He'd even left that accursed sling behind, his freakish arm now exposed for anyone to see. Dante always said it was stupid for him to hide it, that it was something that made him special, but he saw how people stared, disgust and distrust in their eyes. It shouldn't have bothered him what people thought of him. Dante never cared what anyone thought of him. As far as everyone else was concerned, it was love him or hate him. He wouldn't change for anyone.

Nero cursed himself then. There he was thinking about Dante again. That was the reason he'd come to visit Dante in the first place, because he couldn't think about anyone else for long before his thoughts went back to the man. He told Dante it was because he and Kyrie had a fight, but that was a dirty lie. If he saw something red he thought of Dante, when he was fighting he thought of Dante, he was always comparing himself to Dante, and when he kissed Kyrie in his moment of pride after having defeated Sanctus he was thinking of Dante. It shamed him, but he'd come to the conclusion that he had a little crush on the devil slayer. Wherever the hell it had stemmed from, Nero didn't know. He'd never been attracted to another man before, but there he was thinking of him every second and terribly missing him when he wasn't around.

That brought him back to his earlier thoughts. What if Dante had come home in his absence? He thought he'd walked at least a mile around the town by now. He glanced at his watch again. It was a quarter 'til eleven. Nero turned around, deciding he'd walked enough by now, ready to head home.

He knew his way back very well for the short time he'd been there. Past the bar, crosswalk, then the alleyway and the rest was straight, save for rounding a few corners to that isolated street where Devil May Cry hid.

He made it past the bar and the crosswalk, now passing the alleyway, but he was quickly stopped in his tracks. That familiar sound surged through the air and he could feel heated blood flowing from his arm, burning through his chest, and soon his whole body, the blue light now casting a glow around him in the dead night.

�Heh... I knew it was too quiet...�

With a smirk, he wrapped his fingers around Red Queen's hilt as the shadows lumbered from the darkness.

�About time you showed yourselves.�
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He'd really stayed out late tonight, hadn't he? It was only about an hour until midnight, but how the hell was Dante supposed to know his bike would decide to throw a flipping fit when he was miles from home? It wasn't all that bad. At least now he had an excuse to buy a new bike and he'd had his eye on a shiny, new red one. He didn't think it was all that bad for him to walk either. It wasn't like he needed the exercise, but it was soothing, tranquil. He was surrounded by darkness and silence now that he'd defeated the swarm of devils that had brought him to service. The moon cast an ivory glow about the landscape and gave the gray clouds hanging around it a silver lining. The lands around him were flat, mottled with cornfields that had died in the postseason. The road he followed stretched on endlessly, seeming to mold against the sky at the far horizon. It smelled faintly like rain and the familiar, earthy musk of a rural area. This particular job had brought him to the distant outskirts of town. It was mostly farmland and fields that went on for miles, flowing like a sea of amber in the wind.

He wasn't that far from home anymore. It had taken him maybe thirty minutes to drive there on his bike and, though Dante wasn't going as fast as his bike, he'd covered quite a bit of ground. The neighborhoods outside of the city would soon appear and then he'd be back in town and, soon, back home where he'd throw his coat off, grab a beer, and relax until he finally crawled up the stairs to his bed or just dozed off in his chair.

Then he remembered Nero and wondered what the kid was up to. He usually joined Dante on his jobs, but not this time. Maybe he just needed some time to himself. They had been living in pretty close quarters, after all. Nero had been sleeping on the couch, but Dante had noticed he was in pain and the boy complained that his back was hurting. He never spoke of the source, but Dante knew it was from the couch, as he had to sleep on the rigid thing before himself. So, in an attempt at chivalry, which was highly odd for Dante, he offered to trade sleeping arrangements. He'd expected Nero to greedily accept his bed over the couch, but the kid refused. He guessed the boy wasn't as rude as he thought he would be.

So, Dante wanted to trade, Nero refused to take Dante's bed away, and they were both as stubborn as each other. Eventually, though, Dante suggested they just share the bed. After all, it was a pretty big bed. Dante had made sure to invest plenty of money in himself when he'd bought it and it was big enough for at least four people. Nero didn't seem too keen on the idea at first, but they both soon grew tired of arguing and the boy gave in. Dante didn't mind having Nero in his bed and, by the way the kid slept so heavily, mumbling sweet nothings into his pillow each night, he didn't seem to mind sharing with Dante, either.

They also had to share the bathroom and, on mornings when they both needed to be ready to go, they shared the shower. By the way the kid had protested sharing a bed, Dante figured there would be no way in hell that Nero would share a shower with him, but he was surprised to find that the boy didn't seem to mind. It was sort of like the awkward locker room scene back in high school where the gym coach made sure everyone bathed so they didn't smell like an onion for the rest of the school day. The shower was built for two, anyway, having a separate shower-head on each end of the large, glass-paned room. Maybe that was why the kid didn't mind, because there was so much room between them.

Actually, Dante suspected there was another reason the boy didn't mind being in the nude around him. Though the kid didn't know, Dante had caught him staring time and time again. He never actually saw the kid, but he could feel his eyes on him, scanning up and down and all around his naked body. It wasn't like Dante wasn't begging for the attention, though. Every time they were bathing together he made sure to turn around to face the boy, but kept his eyes closed just to see if he was daring enough to look him over when he could so easily open his eyes and catch him. The boy turned away the first few times, but he soon gave in, his eyes tracing over the half-breeds body, leaving tingling trails as if the boy's stare burned his skin. So Nero liked what he saw. Lucky for him, so did Dante. Good thing the boy hadn't caught him staring, though. Nero was always so livid and even if the boy had rudely checked him out a hundred times Dante knew he would be pissed if he caught him once.

His train of thought was abruptly shattered when he heard lightning and soon rain began to pour all around him. The droplets fell heavily, soaking him within moments. As if it wasn't cold enough out, now he was freezing, his teeth beginning to chatter, and his clothes began to cling uncomfortably to his body. Well, this night really sucked. Now he'd have to trudge the rest of the way in the rain. Dante was filled with a bit of hope, though, when he heard the sound of rain drops beating on a metal rooftop and looked to see the first few houses growing nearer with each step. Home wasn't far now...
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