Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

Ex-Boyfriend - Part Four

A/N: Ending the year of 2021 with the last part of the "Ex-Boyfriend" short story

[Ex-Boyfriend –Part Four]

15-year-old Nero Velurian stood at the end of the street, looking up at the run-down state of the joint. The neon-lit sign did not suit his taste the slightest bit, and if he was being completely honest, he might have assumed that the joint was selling sexual services given how cheesy the pink glow was against the setting evening sun.

Still, Nero knew much better of exactly what services the proprietors of the joint provided. He sighed to himself, steeled his nerves, and walked down the street towards the joint –the one place that his mother had repeated for the past ten years of his life to never enter. His mother had even made him promise that he would never go to this joint ever.

Well, Nero was going to break that promise today. But it was for his mother's sake that he was breaking the promise.

The inside of the joint was as unimpressive as it was on the outside. The joint had high ceilings and walls, but somehow still managed to smell musky. Greasy pizza boxes stacked up at one corner of the office, and uncleared beer cans sat on the small table top littered with papers and magazines of all sorts.

Nero's entrance into the joint took the attention of two ladies who had been entertaining themselves by the billiard table.

"Hello." The brunette greeted as she straightened from the table, a pause from taking her next shot. "Are you sure you're supposed to be here? You look awfully young to be asking for our services."

"I wasn't aware that there was an age limit for accepting requests." Nero answered, making towards the billiard table since neither of the women seemed to be approaching him.

"It depends on what kind of requests you are asking for." The blonde rested her cue across the table, then removed a pair of guns from god-knew-where she had tucked it behind her, resting both on the billiard table in a form of obvious unspoken warning. "I don't take lightly to boys coming in for dares or to prove themselves with their friends."

"Trish, what is with the guns?" The brunette demanded, looking affronted at the blonde's action.

"There is only one reason I bring out my guns so easily." The blonde temporarily took her eyes from Nero to give her partner a quick look, then turned to focus her sharp green eyes back on the boy who had stopped a short polite distance away from the table –unfazed at the gun on the table with its barrels pointing in his direction.

"Him? Demon?" The brunette asked for confirmation, but brought out her guns from her holsters at her hips too.

"I'm not sure if this is how you greet your usual customers, but I'm not looking for your services today actually." Nero answered. "I'm looking for my father; would he happen to be in?"

"Your father?" Both women repeated in shock, turning to give each other looks before fixing their attention back on him again.

"I knew it. Dante has been leaving his seed behind everywhere, and one of them actually took root. By Sparda, I really thought he was impotent." The blonde shook her head with a heavy sigh, hands moving away from the guns on the table to cover her eyes with her hand as if somehow trying to erase the sight of him from her eyes.

"Wow, you do look remarkably like him. You've got his white hair, and that disgusting blue eyes." The brunette commented, coming closer now and tucking her guns back to her holster. "That would explain why Trish feels demon from you."

"Um... Thanks for saying that my eyes are disgusting." Nero answered, raising his brows in helpless amusement at the comments that the women were making about his uncle. He had not heard much stories about the man –because he had pretended to not know about the identity of his father or his father's family –but Nero had certainly heard from rumors and talks around in his school about how Dante Sparda from Devil May Cry was actually an eligible bachelor despite his age. Considering the comments from his uncle's business partners, Nero was highly suspicious that the description of an 'eligible bachelor' for his uncle was a big lie that had spiraled out of control.