Devil May Cry: Revolution

Chapter 4

It was day break when Nero finally came to. He slowly opened his eyes and shielded them from the harsh sunlight with his hands. Suddenly a flood of memories of the fight with Vergil came rushing into his mind like a dam overflowing with water and he shot up and tried to leap out of the bed he was laying in but, his foot got tangled in a mess of sheets and pillows and he crashed to the ground with a loud thump. He lay there on his side for a moment and brought his right hand to his face where his lacerations were but

" What the... The cuts... " He ran his hand down his face feeling where there should have been several large cuts on his face. Cuts that went right down to the bone but they were gone. Then Nero realized that his devil bringer was no longer broken. All the flesh on his arm was as it should be and the bone was intact. His hands found their way to his chest where there was once a large hole in his body but no, that was intact to. His injuries had healed. " Dante... " He looked down to unzip his vest but he wasn't wearing it. In fact, the clothes he was wearing weren't his at all. The shirt he wore was gray and he was in a black pair of cotton shorts. He assumed they belonged to Dante. " Only Dante would have a shirt with the Budweiser logo on it... " He shook his head and moved to get up when a horrid thought ran through his mind. " Oh my god... " He got up and crashed into the door throwing it open and looked over the railing of the stairs at Dante who was sitting on the couch just below him. " YOU! " He jumped down and landed on top of Dante, pinning him down by his shirt. " Where the HELL are my clothes!? "

" If it makes you feel any better I'm not the one who undressed you... " Dante muttered under Nero's weight

" NO! It doesn't make me feel any better JACKASS! "

" Oh my, well that's quite a way to say good morning... " A voice called from Dante's desk. Nero turned his head to tell this guy off but when he saw who it was he was a little shocked.

" Who are you? " He questioned. The man looked like an older version of Dante but with his hair swept back. He wore a monocle on his left eye and held a newspaper in his hands.

" Well that's a little better... Except for the look on your face... " The man replied. Nero was about to respond but a sudden feeling of unease set over him and he turned his head, only to see Vergil sitting right behind him on the other couch, his arms draped across the back and one leg up on the other.

" What the hell are you doing here!? " He jumped up off Dante who got up and stood between him and Vergil.

" Nero relax it's OK. " He said trying to keep Nero calm

" Why is he here? " Nero was growing very irritated with the situation.

" Look I'll explain it if you calm down "

" I AM calm now get out of my way I've got a score to settle with that prick... "

" Nero no " Dante grabbed a hold of Nero as he tried to push past him to get to Vergil

" If he has another death wish you may as well let him go Dante... " Vergil coaxed

" The hell are you talking about you over confident bastard! " Nero rebuked

" NERO! Enough just... Sit down " Dante pleaded

" Not until you tell me why the hell he's here " Nero glared at Dante intensely waiting for an answer

" He's my older brother... " Nero was going to say something but when he registered that Dante said his " brother " he looked at him in disbelief.

" Come again? "

" He's my older brother "

" I thought your brother was dead Dante... "

" So did I... "