Thread: Damned If Ya Don't! [Devil May Cry] [Vik x Tasinga Nightwolf]

It was a painful thing, realizing that as he got older he'd unintentionally become almost too wise. Almost definitely cramping his legendary style. While not obtusely prideful, never being selfish enough to pull it off, Dante did find some sort of worth in being the smart mouthed cocky hired gun. What was he becoming now? A silent protector? How lame. He didn't know what tasted worse, the bitter taste in his mouth from that realization, the blood in his mouth, or the scent of Nero having some sort of mental breakdown. At least now the boy wasn't continuing to pummel Dante, and instead retreated to vomit blood. Of course the older demon born knew that particular sensation well. He wasn't always so cool himself, so powerful himself, there were vast moments of weakness in Dante's past for sure. Opening his blue eyes after a good, long moment of thought, Dante looked to Nero. Dante, himself, was laying on the ground still. The accumulated mess of being punched by the one fist mlre durable than either of Dante's own, he wore it still with no attempt to clean himself off as of yet. In with his previous moment of thought, he didn't really know how to handle this disturbed boy now. The closest he ever had was his brother and that took care of himself for the most part. Sure, Dante's handled Nero before. Taking the boy on, one on one, more than once before. But now, for reasons Dante couldn't really fathom, Nero appears to have long-since lost all of his marbles. Before long, Dante's mind wandered to the pizza he must have had waiting for him on his desk by now. Finally, something to smile about. And besides, those inherit Sparda's power are extremely rigorous, so Dante really foresee any reason to believe that Nero wasn't going to ultimately be fine eventually. Then again, Vergil didn't exactly come around. A frown made it's way back to Dante's face again. What the hell was with this thick fog of doubt that surrounded his heart now? This was Nero, afterall. To Dante's knowledge there was only one weapon known to man that could ever damage his Devil Bringer. That was Yamato. A sword of immense importance and power that could distort space itself and was used to destroy the hell gate, and seal the door between the human world and Demon world by his father. Even without Dante's help, Nero should fine-Right? Dante got to his feet slowly, human speed for sure. His gloved hands patting away the accumulated dirt and whatever drops of blood that freely leave his chest before accepting that he wasn't going to be completely clean anyway. Without making any sort of move, look or sound with his mouth for Nero, Dante began to make his way for the Gym doors. The thought of the cheese and sauce first reaching his tastebuds before being followed by all of those toppings, excluding olives of course, it was just too mouth watering. That wasn't more important than Nero's problem, but Dante wasn't going to be doing the boy any favors by staying anyway. How was he going to figure out his own path in life if Dante proved to just overlook everything he says and does? Feeling guilty sucks, but Dante was sure alleviating the boy of the mess he made too easily could only serve to compound the problem further. After all, Nero must have been pretty messed up to begin with if he didn't try to whip out Yamato on him. Jesus fucking christ. That sword could cut through anything, absolutely anything. Regardless of how shitty of a week Nero was having, if that boy introduced Yamato to Dante's skin instead of his fists, Dante would be in many many many pieces right now with next to no effort required. Then again, Dante didn't remember seeing Yamato on the boy. Finally with the doors open just a creak, Dante's eyes shot open wide. He entrusted Yamato to Nero the last time he saw him. Why wasn't it here with him? At best, Nero left it wherever he was staying the night, at worst...-Dante turned and looked to Nero intensely. Where the Hell is Yamato?!