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 we all know that I am a horrible, horrible person(hides under desk) anyways, I have been having a lot of trouble with my writing lately, so I decided to read some stories to get some inspiration, and I guess it seemed to work, YAY! 



As always thank you to those who have left reviews...they help me write...



On with the fic...



Chapter 5



When Nero awoke the next morning, he found that he was alone in the bed that he had recently starting sharing with Dante. He knew that he hadn’t told the older man everything, and he felt guilty for it, but he just couldn’t bring himself to tell him yet, not everything. He listened, and realized that he could hear people downstairs, so he decided that he would take a shower, then head down and see if there were any jobs that he could do to take his mind off of everything that had happened.



As he headed done the stairs with a towel still in his hands as he was drying his hair, he heard a familiar female voice, one he had never thought he would hear again. Curious and not wanting to interrupt the conversation, Nero decided to sit at the top of the stairs and wait before making his presence known.



“Look I know I was the one who broke up with him, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t still care about him Dante.” Kyrie pleaded.



“Oh ya, you really care about him, that’s why you kicked him out your apartment, because you care about him.” Dante replied sarcastically. He had already been arguing with this girl for at least an hour, trying to get it through her head that Nero was fine, and that he didn’t need someone who was going to turn their back on him. From what Dante knew of the kids past, he had already suffered enough when it came to people abandoning him, just because he was at the very least a ¼ devil.

“His home is in Fortuna, and they need him to come back and help protect them. I need him back.” She pleaded softly.



“Bull shit.” Was heard from the top of the stairs. Nero had finally had enough of listening to the lies. He had no idea why she was here in the first place, but he knew it wasn’t because she cared for him.



“Nero, I...” Kyrie started when she saw him in the stairs, but he cut her off harshly.



“Don’t!” He growled out quietly. “Don’t give me that bull shit. Everyone in the damn village turned their backs on me the minute the danger from the Hell Gate had passed, so don’t come here and tell me that they need me for anything. Not to mention, you broke up with me because you believed the rumours that were being spread about me because of the Devil Bringer. All that stupidity about me being evil because I had Devils blood in my veins, even though I was the one to defeat Sanctus, and the Order, and yes Dante I know you helped me with that.” Nero turned and regarded the older Devil with a small smile, before turning back to other person in the room. “Evil is in the eye of the beholder, and I have never raised a hand to harm anyone, with or without the Devils blood that runs through me. We are done Kyrie; I have decided to move on.” That said he turned and walked over to Dante, and placed a chaste kiss to the older man’s lips.



“So the rumours about you and Dante are true then?” She asked with disgust in her voice.



“I’m not sure what rumours you’re talking about, seeing as its only been a few weeks since I got here, but I am now with Dante if that’s what you mean.” Nero replied with a slight sneer on his face. He didn’t know why Kyrie was acting the way that she was, but he didn’t like it one bit.



“So then I guess that means that I meant nothing to you seeing as, as soon as you left my place, you threw yourself at Dante, and now you’re his whore.” She spat angrily.



By this point, Dante had seriously had enough of what he was hearing; he couldn’t believe that this was the same young woman that he had helped to rescue when the order had attacked Fortuna. She spiteful, angry, not to mention completely unreasonable when it came to his relationship with Nero.



“Alright, I think it’s high time that you leave, Miss Kyrie. Like I told you I don’t think Nero’s going back to Fortuna, as anything other than a hunter, is most certainly not a good idea.” Dante tried his hardest to keep the contempt out of his voice, unfortunately not hard enough, if the glare she shot him was any indication.



‘SLAP!’



With that Kyrie turned on her heels, and exited Devil May Cry, leaving a very stunned Dante, with an equally stunned, and hand printed Nero in her wake.



“Well that was something I had never expected from her.” Dante commented as he turned to make sure that Nero was alright. He had a feeling that things were going to get a lot worse before they got back to normal, or at least as normal as they can be when you hunt devils for a living. He looked down at his shorter lover, and saw the shine of unshed tears in Nero’s eyes, and felt his heart drop. He knew that there was more that had happened to Nero, then what he had been told, but he also knew that he couldn’t push the kid too hard, or he would never tell him.



With that in mind, Dante simply wrapped his arms loosely around the younger man, in simple hug, meant to reassure him that Dante was there for him if he needed.



“Thanks.” Was all Nero could say around the lump in his throat.



“No problem.” Was all Dante could say as he held tight to Nero, letting the younger man know that he was there for him, no matter what.



A/N ok so I have finally managed to finish this chapter, which for some reason just did not want to come out of my head...hopefully the next one won’t take me so long to get out...as always pls R&R 