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At the Devil May Cry Dante sat in his office at his desk. He had fallen asleep some time ago at eleven. He sat there feet on the desktop, his arms hanging limp off the sides of the chair, a porn magazine resting on his head sheltering his face and a pizza box with a few left over pizza slices inside sat by his feet. The door opened but Dante didn’t wake. A man walked into the shop and started over to the desk to Dante. Dante stirred when the man stopped in front of the desk stood there for a second. The man then pulled out a silver gun with a blue rose design just above the handle which was suddenly stained with red as he grasped the handle. Dante still didn’t wake and the man put the gun next to his ear and fired. Dante jumped and the magazine slid off his face and onto the floor. Before the man knew it Dante had a gun aimed on him.

Dante was breathing rapidly from the sudden disturbance from his much needed sleep. This also made him angry since he was soo tired. His eyes started to adjust to the mostly dark room sides a lamp. Then he looked at his supposed attacker and his mouth dropped open. There before him was the ‘Kid’ Nero. Dante chuckled before speaking. “Fuck kid! You couldn’t have found a different way to wake me?” He joked but stopped when he got a better look at Nero. He was covered in blood from head to toe, his clothes soo torn they hardly covered his body which Dante noticed was shaking as if the kid was cold or something, large gashes could be seen through the tears, the kid’s human arm was obviously broken, and the kid looked tired soo tired in fact he looked like he was about to collapse any second. “Yo kid what the hell happened to you?” Dante asked. “I-I didn’t mean to…i-it was an accident…” Nero stuttered before collapsing. Dante rushed over to him and lifted his head to make sure he was still breathing because in truth the kid looked beat up enough to die on spot. He sighed when he felt a pulse. He sighed again and slid an arm under his legs and one under his neck and stood lifting the young man up into his arms. Dante walked up the stairs and to the bathroom. “Might as well clean the kid up while he’s out.” He said to himself taking the tattered remains of the kid’s clothes off and tossing them on the floor then he took his own clothes off and put Nero on the shower floor and got behind him and sat down as well. He then got a washcloth and put some soap on it then started scrubbing away at some of the dried blood and cleaning out the still bleeding wounds.

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At the Devil May Cry Dante sat in his office at his desk. He had fallen asleep some time ago at eleven. He sat there feet on the desktop, his arms hanging limp off the sides of the chair, a porn magazine resting on his head sheltering his face and a pizza box with a few left over pizza slices inside sat by his feet. The door opened but Dante didn’t wake. A man walked into the shop and started over to the desk to Dante. Dante stirred when the man stopped in front of the desk stood there for a second. The man then pulled out a silver gun with a blue rose design just above the handle which was suddenly stained with red as he grasped the handle. Dante still didn’t wake and the man put the gun next to his ear and fired. Dante jumped and the magazine slid off his face and onto the floor. Before the man knew it Dante had a gun aimed on him.

Dante was breathing rapidly from the sudden disturbance from his much needed sleep. This also made him angry since he was soo tired. His eyes started to adjust to the mostly dark room sides a lamp. Then he looked at his supposed attacker and his mouth dropped open. There before him was the ‘Kid’ Nero. Dante chuckled before speaking. “Fuck kid! You couldn’t have found a different way to wake me?” He joked but stopped when he got a better look at Nero. He was covered in blood from head to toe, his clothes soo torn they hardly covered his body which Dante noticed was shaking as if the kid was cold or something, large gashes could be seen through the tears, the kid’s human arm was obviously broken, and the kid looked tired soo tired in fact he looked like he was about to collapse any second. “Yo kid what the hell happened to you?” Dante asked. “I-I didn’t mean to…i-it was an accident…” Nero stuttered before collapsing. Dante rushed over to him and lifted his head to make sure he was still breathing because in truth the kid looked beat up enough to die on spot. He sighed when he felt a pulse. He sighed again and slid an arm under his legs and one under his neck and stood lifting the young man up into his arms. Dante walked up the stairs and to the bathroom. “Might as well clean the kid up while he’s out.” He said to himself taking the tattered remains of the kid’s clothes off and tossing them on the floor then he took his own clothes off and put Nero on the shower floor and got behind him and sat down as well. He then got a washcloth and put some soap on it then started scrubbing away at some of the dried blood and cleaning out the still bleeding wounds.