love that au of dantexlady being nero's parents, this boy's family life is nothing but drama lol. Can we see a continuation of him finding out?
Nero was at the door of the Devil May Cry. The neon light was on and his steeps felt heavy and slow. He always believed that his past was buried like the one of so many others but Dante and those two women knew something. Or were part of it.
White hair, blue eyes maybe the jaw. And that blond haired woman maybe the nose and cheekbones. Maybe he was analyzing too much in it. Maybe those two didn’t have anything to do with him.
No. He turned around, it wasn’t gonna make any difference.
“Nero?” it was Lady’s voice.
“Hi. Hum, I was around the neighborhood… Dante told me I should visit sometime”.
“Come in, you came at the perfect time for pizza. Well probably at any time that you visit would be the perfect time for pizza”. She was rambling.
Inside behind the desk was Dante reading something, Trish was on the sofa painting her nails. The fan spun in a hypnotic cadence and the afternoon light made everything look unreal, Nero's stomach was flipping.
“Look who I found at the door”.
The whole business was awkward to say the less. The blonde woman looked amused as if she knew a very good joke at everyone's expense. Dante barely looked at him and Lady, on the contrary, was making him nervous.
“Well this has been really entertaining but I got other things to do”, said Trish.
“Wait I… I… think we are related?”, Nero said, really wanting to get this out of the way.
“You have to talk with these two, Nero. I see you around”.
Another 10 minutes of silence.
“Nero, you know how you ended in Fortuna?”, It was Lady who finally spoke.
“A couple adopted me in the city then they hum, enter the cult and die in one attack when I was 3 years old”.
“Nero we’re sorry,” Lady said, she looked at the verge of tears.
“I’m your mother, Nero”, Lady said she made a move to take one of his hands but he moved before she could reach him.
“So, Trish…?”, In Nero’s mind it was Trish the one he thought would be his mother.
“Related to Dante”, a way to explain that business.
“Dante. So, you ARE my father”.
“Yes”, at that moment he finally looked at him.
“Well, there is that. I’m going now”, he was walking to the door.
“Nero, can we talk?”, said Lady.
“Why didn't the two of you wanted me?”, Nero was at the half-open door, his back at them.
“We… we wanted you Nero but this was not the life we wanted for you. Clearly, that didn’t work”, Dante said with a tone in his voice that Nero could clearly sense didn't use often.
"Maybe we can talk later. I really don’t… I have to process all of this. Sorry".
“No. We are sorry”, whispered Lady to a closed door.