Hey everyone, just wanted to let you guys know that I do NOT own Devil May Cry or ANY of the characters from it. The only thing I came up with was the plot for this fanfiction (Which took FOREVER). I'm just here to let you know that this WILL be a Nero x Dante fic so if you don't like that pairing then i advise you to hit the back button or the exit button now. ^w^

Also, on a side note, this is my first fic and it took me forever to get the courage to even write this ONE Chapter...So here it is and I hope you enjoy reading it!

Darkness. That was all Dante could see and the only sound in the room being that of Nero's heavy breathing and grunts of pain. For a few moments everything seemed so confusing, Dante couldn't figure out where the hell the sounds were coming from. The only thing he knew is that he was standing completely still yet he could feel the weight of his blade Rebellion in his right hand. Just as he was about to take a step he heard Nero speak, his nearly strangled voice laced with nothing but pain and sadness ringing throughout the darkness.

"Dante...why..." It was now that the other looked down at him, and though it took a few moments to hit him once it did he couldn't believe what he saw. There was Nero lying on the floor in front of him blood seeping out of a deep stab wound right in the middle of the other's chest. At first the older male couldn't figure out how the other ended up this way but just as he was about to question the injured one he took note of the blood dripping off Rebellion's tip. He had done it, he had done this to the boy and now he was asking him why he had done it.

Crystal blue eyes filled with worry now as Dante struggled to find an answer, but just before he could say anything he heard a familiar voice speak up from behind him, "Well done, brother. You've gone and saved me the trouble of killing him." Dante whirled around now to see his brother Virgil standing there, "You! What have you done?"

Virgil smirked in response, "I haven't done a thing. It was you who killed him. Is that not his blood on your sword, brother?" Dante opened his mouth, about to have a quick comeback but he stopped himself. Virgil was right, that was Nero's blood on Rebellion, but why? He'd never hurt the kid, he had no reason to. If anything he wanted to protect the him, not kill him. he shook his head now, he kept trying to deny it over and over again, dropping his sword to the floor. The metallic clanging noise reverberating throughout the everlasting darkness along with Virgil's maniacal laughter and Nero's pleading questions. Dante shook his head before grabbing it now, "No, I wouldn't...you're wrong!"

Just before Dante was about to scream out in frustration and anger his eyes shot open and he sat up in his bed. He was breathing heavily, and he had woken up in a sweat. It took him a moment or two to regain his composure after such a terrible nightmare but it was good to know that it wasn't real although lately these nightmares about Nero being dead or dying by his hands had been occurring a lot and he wasn't sure why exactly. In fact, it seemed a little strange that while in some dreams it had been him hurting the boy but in others it was either Virgil or Kyrie that would injure him. This thought caused Dante to shake his head, there had to be more to it then he thought but it would have to wait.

Without any more thought on the subject he ran a hand through his snow white hair, sighing as he did so. He hated waking up this way, it usually left him sleep deprived because he didn't want to fall back asleep and have the same damned thing happen all over again.

Glancing over at his clock that hung on the wall he shook his head, two in the morning. Damn, he waking up earlier and earlier, at this rate he'd never get any sleep again. After a few more minutes of sitting there grumbling about his lack of sleep the Demon climbed out of his bed and made his way to the bathroom where he planned on taking a shower but upon opening the door and seeing a passed out Trish and Lady lying with their heads on the toilet from an obvious hangover he knew that that plan had just been shot all to hell. With a frustrated sigh he slammed the door shut and walked off towards the front room where his desk was.

Once he was in the front room he took a look around, of course it was a mess, the ladies had decided to party with each other last night and even though Dante slept right through it it didn't mean he wouldn't wake up to a mess. He was in no mood to clean it, especially since the only clothing he had on at the moment was his pair of black leather pants. Rolling his eyes and smirking a bit he stretched his arms above his head before grabbing a slice of pizza from the still open box as well as his magazine before sitting in his chair with his feet propped up on the desk. It was his favorite way to sit, feet up on his desk, leaning back in the wooden chair with pizza in one hand and the magazine in the other.

Hours had passed and Dante was on his third slice of pizza now as he heard the phone ring. Trish usually answered it but she was busy at the moment. The Devil Hunter smirked at this and decided to answer the phone, "Devil May Cry." He continued to read his magazine as he half listened to the voice on the other end of the line, "Yeah, sure. I'll take the job." He didn't normally accept just ANY job but he needed to keep his mind from wandering, he had read the same damned magazine over twenty-five times, he needed something else to do.

After hanging the phone back on the receiver he stood up grabbing the rest of his clothing as well as his beloved handguns Ebony and Ivory. When he went to grab his sword he gently took it up looking at it for a bit as the image of Nero floated back into his mind. Shaking his head he placed his sword on his back and made his way towards the door now, this was going to be one hell of day. For today's job was to trace down the Succubus in disguise and free the souls under her spell. the Succubus's location...Fortuna Castle Ruins.

There you have it, Chapter One! Sorry if it seems either rushed, slow, boring, or just not interesting at all. It's my first fanfic and I am trying really hard so if I get a few hits on this and maybe some reviews then I will most definitely continue it.