My first run into DMC, and maybe my only. Sorry. I know I should be working on my other stories but this one was bugging me. Enjoy.

It seemed like a normal day at Devil May Cry. And by normal, I mean nothing’s been going on. It was duller than a grey wall. However, inside the walls, something very, very strange was happening, or had happened. Let’s turn back to this morning when this nonsense began.
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6 am sharp, August 30th

Dante rolled out of bed and landed with and whumph on the floor. He looked up and grunted. Hangovers sucked…they really did. Why did he go drinking again last night? Oh yeah, the kid royally pissed him off. He always did. Nero just had that charm of pissing him off. A lot. So why was last night different? He never went drinking when he was mad at the kid. He couldn’t remember.

Dante stood up and looked in the mirror. He stared at the reflection for quite a while, blue eyes wide. He opened his mouth and…

“AAHHHHHHHH!!”

Patty rushed up the stairs and into Dante’s room, wondering if anything had happened. The sight she saw wasn’t what she had expected. Dante looked at her, mortified and pure shock and horror written on his face. The fifteen year old squealed and latched onto hiss arm.

“This isn’t funny Patty! Look at me! This is totally weird!” Dante said looking over himself in the mirror again.

“I find it cute Dante.” Patty said looking at the reflection and then back to the real thing.

“This is not cute. How can anyone take me seriously like this? Whose sick joke was this!?” Dante yelled pinching himself in case this was just a bad dream. Sadly, no, this was not a dream. Dante heard the front door open and a voice from downstairs. Dante cursed his bad luck. Trish was here.

“Daaaannttteeee!” Trish called. Usually the man was downstairs cracking wise guy remarks or cursing out someone but never late to his ‘post’.

“DANTE!!” she called again, receiving a reply from Patty. Something like ‘he’ll be right down’ or something like that. Trish just shrugged and sat at Dante’s desk, like she did sometimes. Trish then heard various curses and ‘I’m not going down there like this’ coming from Dante’s room. Trish tried to imagine what on earth Dante was in but couldn’t seem to figure out anything.

She watched the stairs and watched as Patty dragged down a pissed off and scowling Dante. However, something seemed very, VERY different. Trish dropped the magazine she happened to have with her, green eyes sparkling. She squealed.

The next hour was Dante’s worst nightmare…ever. Everyone who cam into Devil May Cry either thought that it was Halloween or that Dante had a few screws loose. It wasn’t until later that the worst had arrived. Trish ran her hand absently through Dante’s silver hair, further irritating the already fuming man.

“Trish, would you please knock it off!” Dante demanded causing Trish to stagger and start laughing. Patty was already in a fit of giggles. “And would you all stop laughing!” Trish swore she heard a hiss in his tone, causing her to laugh even harder. Dante cursed under his breath as the worst of all walked in that door. Dante cursed even more.

Nero had just walked in and was greeted by the most bizarre scene in the world. Nero’s eye twitched, his own blue eyes not believing what he was seeing. Dante scowled, his luck had just run out.

“Uh, um, nice look, uh, Dante.” Nero managed to say, trying not to laugh. That’s too damn cute. He found himself thinking.

“Nero, why in hell are you looking at me like that?” Dante hissed out. Patty and Trish giggled.

“Err, Dante, why do you have cat ears and a cat tail?” Nero managed to ask. The girls burst out laughing and stumbled outside, needing fresh air. Nero watched them walk out, laughing their lungs to exhaustion, and then back to the pissed off and rather embarrassed Dante.

“Dante?” Nero asked stepping forward a little, expecting the man to lash out at him. Nothing. It was all clear so far.

“Dammit, why does the world hate me? I don’t even know how this happened!” Dante said suddenly, his head in his hands, his new ears drooping. “Nero, did I-did anything strange happen to me last night? I can’t remember.”

Nero pondered for a few seconds, then remembering their little argument and then Dante running into some weird fortune teller person outside. Dante made a rude remark and then he told Dante he’d be cursed with a terrible fate.

“There was a fortune teller that cursed you, said you’d face a terrible fate. I wonder if this is it.” Nero said snickering. Dante groaned, remembering said teller. Nero couldn’t contain himself anymore…the second Dante started pouting, was the second Nero was on top of the older devil hunter.

“Curse you for turning into this.” Nero said and then Dante found out that Nero had a thing for cat boys.

A.N: I surprise myself. I had a thought. And it turned into this. My thought, ‘what are Nero’s fetishes?’ my sister immediately said cats and tacos…tacos just wouldn’t work. So I chose cats. And who better to torture? Dante. What better way? None other than a shounen-ai story! Well, it’s implied. The fortune teller was a spur of the moment and has no real sense of being. I hope you enjoyed! I apologize for it being short!!