Lost Child

Disclaimer: I do not own the Devil May Cry game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Ok so here is chapter 3...man I really hope my muses let me start updating my other stories soon, or people are going to start to throw thing at me...(ducks under desk)

Anyways a big thank you to the people have read this story and to Sara for your review, I’m glad that you don’t think that I was rushing things in the last chapter...(peeks out from under desk)

On with the fic!

Chapter 3

Nero woke up with tears in his eyes, he would have sat up, but there happened to be a rather muscular arm pinning him in place at the moment. Nero hoped against all hope that the owner of said arm didn’t notice the tears that where slowly sliding down his cheeks. He tried to stop the flow, but it just wouldn’t stop, and soon he found himself shivering , and no longer able to hold them back anymore.

Dante had known the minute that Nero had started to cry, he was happy to just let the boy think that he was asleep, and give him a chance to regain his composer, but when Nero began to shake with suppressed tears, he found that he could no longer pretend. He knew that Nero’s pride would never let him show his tears to anyone, so Dante, merely rolled Nero over and placed his hand on the back of his head, holding it to his chest. He never said a word, he just held Nero in his arms, and let the boy cry.

“Thanks...” came the muffled sound of Nero’s voice from against Dante’s chest.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Dante questioned, not really expecting the kid to pour his heart out.

“Just some old memories, nothing to talk about.” Nero responded, he still hadn’t lifted his head from Dante’s chest, and really he had no desire to at that moment.

“Alright.” Dante shrugged. He knew that it was bullshit, but he wasn’t going to push the kid, waking up and hearing the boy cry was hard enough, he didn’t know what he would do if the kid completely broke down. For the moment he was happy to just hold him, for as long as Nero would allow.

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A month had passed since the morning of Nero’s little crying spam, and so far, he had managed to keep the dreams and memories locked away. He had been working with Dante as a demon exterminator, and the 2 had started a relationship. Nero still thought that Dante was a perverted old man, but he couldn’t deny that he was attracted to him.

Dante was out on mission with Trish, and so Nero was stuck at Devil May Cry alone, and bored out of his tree. He decided that he would start to tidy up the office a little, it also gave him an excuse to snoop. He was cleaning up Dante’s desk when he came across a photo of a tall, handsome, silver haired gentleman, a beautiful blond haired woman, who reminded him a lot of Trish, and two young silver haired boys. One was frowning at the camera, while the other, had a huge grin on his face. Nero figured that the one with grin was Dante, cause it hadn’t changed in all the time that had passed.

Nero took the picture and sat down on one of the couches, he was a little envious of Dante, he seemed so happy with his family, unlike his own family. Nero must have sat there for some time, because it wasn’t long before he heard the front door of Devil May Cry opening, and Dante’s voice ring through.

“Honey, I’m home!” He shouted has he came through. “Did you miss me?” He asked wagging his eyebrows at Nero, who was still sitting on the couch.

“You pervert, you’ve only been gone a few hours.” Nero responded rolling his eyes.

“Aww...you’re so mean Nero.” Dante wined, but he still had that same grin on his face.

Nero just went back to looking at the picture in his hands. Dante finally realized that Nero was looking at something, and decided to see what it was. He walked over to the couch, and sat down beside Nero, placing his arm around Nero’s shoulders. He looked at what Nero had in his lap, and realized it was an old family photo of his, from when he was about 5, just before his mother died.

“Is this the brother you mentioned to me when we first met? What’s his name?” Nero asked pointing to the boy beside Dante.

“Ya, that’s Vergil. He was a stick in the mud then, and still was when he got older.” Dante replied looking back on how happy they had been.

“You all look so happy, even Vergil.” Nero replied with a note of longing in his voice.

“Ya we were...hey is everything ok?” Dante asked, not able to hide the concern in his voice.

“Ya, just thinking too much.” Nero respond, handing the picture to Dante.

“You sure your...” Dante never got to finish his sentence, because there was a sudden knock on the door.

Dante got up, and answered the door. He turned to Nero with a small wrapped bundle.

“Hey, this just came for you. I didn’t think anyone knew you were here.” Dante said as he sat back down on the couch, and handed Nero the package.

“I told Kyrie that I was here, but that was it.” Nero replied has he unwrapped the package.

“So what did you get?” Dante asked, while trying to get a peek over Nero’s shoulder.
All of a sudden Nero through the item clear across the office, and started screaming, and rocking back and forth. Dante tried to calm him, but every time he touched Nero the kid would lash out at him. Dante knew he had to do something to calm Nero down, so he grabbed Nero’s arms, and using his Devil strength he held on to him, and began to whisper in Nero’s ear.

A/N Ok so I know this has taken me forever to write, but in my own defence, I work three jobs, and have trouble finding the time to write. I will try and update this as soon as I can but I make no promises...as always pls R&R 