Hello everyone. I hope that you all enjoy this story- it's something that I have been wanting to write since I finished my last DMC fic. Please enjoy and review if you wish- thanks!

Disclaimer: I don't own DMC or the characters

Summary: This story is about a new hunter coming to town after demons. He ends up finding Dante and Nero in the process. Soon the part-demon hunters become the hunted. What will happen, and where does the line on morality fall on part demon part humans?

It was a dreary day outside- the clouds were grey and thick waiting to release their rain. A downcast was set over Capulet city. Inside Devil May Cry Nero and Dante were up to their usual selves.

"Damnit old man, there is never any food in this fridge," Nero shouted from the kitchen as he flung the refrigerator door shut with a definite "thud". Utter frustration was plastered on his face, and it didn't help that his belly had been growling for a while now.

"Well kid, maybe you should buy some groceries and not make me your keeper," said Dante as he idly flipped through his magazine of "Fast Girls Monthly" -as he called it. The older man was propped back in his old chair with his boot-clad feet resting on the worn desk in front of him. Nero angrily entered the room.

"Are you kidding me, my "keeper", I just bought groceries last week and guess who ate them all?" Nero stood in front of the desk waiting impatiently for Dante to answer him. It had been like this since he had come to live here in Capulet city. Nero bought the food, with the exception of Dante bringing home pizza and beer of course. On top of that, he also usually ended up doing most of the picking up and tidying of the place.

"Don't blame me because you eat like a whale." Dante chuckled a bit at himself- the hunter found himself hilarious.

Arguing with Dante was like arguing with a brick wall. Nero simply threw his hands up and left the room. He went upstairs to his bedroom; a modest space with a few pieces of furniture and little decoration. He grabbed his jacket and slipped his arms through the sleeves. It was a bit chilly out and Nero had to trek to the store- super…

The younger hunter reluctantly walked through the main room to exit the building, and he knew what was coming. He took a deep breath and didn't make eye contact as he headed for the front door.

"Hey, since you're going out pick me up a pie, no olives, on your way back- and maybe a case of tomato juice kid."

Nero froze, rage running over him. He had such a short fuse, and Dante just loved to light it. Instead of lashing out, exactly what the old man wanted, Nero hurriedly left the building- but not without slamming the door behind him.

"Oh, that'll show me," chuckled Dante as he flipped another page in his reading material.

Nero pulled his coat a little tighter as he walked the streets of the city, headed to the run-down grocery store a few blocks over. There were a few people out, those that were had a bleak demeanor. The whole town, it was the complete opposite of Fortuna. Whereas his home city was full of thriving people who were willing to help their neighbors, Capulet city was filled with closed-off people; everything was distant and cold.

The city itself reflected this; the buildings were bleak with cracks running through their bones. Fortuna was bursting with vibrant colors and lush vegetation. Sometimes if he closed his eyes he could also hear the crashing of the waves on the shore, a sound he desperately missed.

So why had he left the city he called home? Nero's thoughts flashed to Kyrie. Their flame had burned fast; they were together a mere six months before everything ended. Nero was always away, and even when he was home he had had a way of shutting Kyrie out. What he thought was love, was in fact a sibling-like affection. Nero hated that his actions pained her, so they decided to split; it hurt at first but it would be better in the end.

His thoughts trailed off as he approached the hole-in-the-wall grocery store that he frequented. He usually came by to pick up his essentials like toothpaste, chips, and an occasional slurpie.

Nero sauntered the aisles and picked up a few things: bread, meat, Dante's damn tomato juice, etc. He paid for his supplies with what little money he had left. Business had been slow for about a month now, the demons just weren't terrorizing like they use to. There were less and less sightings, and it affected Nero's wallet. Dante, however, didn't mind- he took it as a much needed break. And, his money would be snatched away by Lady anyways. So the old man spent his time lounging around mooching off of Nero ironically.

The cashier bagged up Nero's groceries in a large brown bag and glanced at Nero's right arm. The grocer had seen him enough times that he didn't stare too long at Nero's devil bringer which was only visible from the wrist down anyways. The man bid Nero farewell.

Nero left the store and picked up his pace going back to the shop- he was starving. He decided to cut behind a building to shave off a few minutes of his journey. The soft thud of his leather boots masked a low stomach growl. He gripped his bag tighter.

As Nero rounded the corner of the building he was suddenly met with a dark figure. A man stood in front of him, sporting a black ensemble including boots, and large hat, and a trench coat. Nero halted and stared at the man for a second.

"Uh, can I help you?" Nero suddenly felt a chill run down his spine as the man stood eerily still. The young slayer peered around for a second feeling very confused before he finally rolled his eyes and went to move past the man. He didn't have time for any weirdoes today.

The man lifted his hat to look at Nero and spoke. "Where are you going?" The two were about ten feet apart, the man caught Nero's gaze and waited for a reply.

"Look man, I don't know who you are but your being a creep and I'm going home," said Nero nonchalantly. After saying this he felt a new tension in the air and Nero grabbed his grocery bag tighter awaiting any sudden movements from the stranger.

"You are a demon," the man spoke. After hearing this Nero felt another chill. "It is my job as a demon hunter to kill all demons that plague this fair city." The man reached into the back of his coat and pulled out a pistol.