Too Little, Too Late


Authors
Zoku
Published
4 years, 6 months ago
Stats
744

"I love Nero. I love him so much. What do I do?"

After Nico leaves the two girls behind, V and Nero make it back and got ambushed by some demons. It's a race against time to save their significant other before the ladies succumb to their fate.

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Author's Notes

Unbeta'd and fresh from the oven lmao. Based off a "DLC" of when Tasha and Claudia get separated from the group.

Shit, what day is it today? Ugh, whatever, anyway, I met the cockiest jackass to walk this place! Said his name is Nero or something? BUT THAT'S NOT IMPORTANT cause I'm sure I'm not seeing him agin. I'm not exactly sure what sir Agnus plans for me to help out on but I'm getting some strange vibes here. Skirts are also not my favorite piece of cloth, EVER!

"V!" Nero slashes upward, sending the demon flying. His warning barely saved the other man from being hit, as V held up his hand and allowed Griffon to carry him to safety. It's been a mess since the demons managed to ambush them from behind, separating the girls from the two main fighters of the group. The two worry for their significant other despite knowing that they could handle themselves if worst comes to worst.

Still, Nero couldn't help but think, what if--

"Hey kid! Snap out of it!"

Nero barely dodges the incoming swipe, as he mutters a quick thanks at the loudly guffawing bird familiar.

That jackass, Nero, he's... I don't think he's fully human? He's had that weird aura most demons have on them. Actually, he reminds me of that guy who saved me... Maybe they're connected? But still, demon. Kyrie and Tasha, sweet girls they are, reassured me he's okay but... Well, I guess since he's gonna be around me for most of the time, might as well try to see what's good about him?

"There seems to be a pathway down below. Perhaps that is where they were forced to flee..." The tattooed man explained, green eyes eyeing the bloodied path. As soon as he finished his statement, Nero was already heading down, wariness and caution thrown in the wind. The hunter barely heeded Griffon's squawk of disbelief and warning, knowing that they are burning daylight with useless assumptions.

And if he sees the white knuckle grip of V's cane and his scrunched eyebrows, he doesn't say anything. They're both hoping for the best and planning for the worst, after all.

THAT STUPID JACKASS GOT HIS SHOULDER HURT I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! Thankfully, Kyrie is unhurt BUT STILL! NERO IS SUCH AN IDIOT WHAT KIND OF HOLY KNIGHT IS HE IF HE CAN'T EVEN FUCKING DODGE!? I just... UGH I'M TALKING WITH TASHA TONIGHT THIS IS RIDICULOUS I CAN

"V? You might wanna rest for--"

"I'm fine. We mustn't idle for too long. My dove is--"

"Yeah, yeah, little birdie isn't strong enough to hold on for too long. She's got the sniping lady with her but..." Griffon lets his gaze wander towards the other pacing man, worry etched all over his face. Nero suddenly looks to the right before making his way towards the crevice. He calls for V as he waves at the tired man something very familiar to the both of them.

A green strap from a footwear and some brown cloth from a jacket.

Griffon says nothing as the two men hurried on over, ignoring most of the demons on the way.

So... Tasha says I... may actually have feelings for that jackass? Really???? I mean. It's really??? I'm just... He's!!! He's Nero, y'know? That guy who said that maybe I should stop wearing glasses because my eyes aren't that creepy... The jackass that calls me Lame all the time... I

"Claudia!" He hears a couple of bullet shots afar and he knows she's near. He doesn't mind V's ragged breath and quiet murmurs of Tasha's name, all he cares about is getting over this stupid hill and checking on his lame-o--

They make it to the top but both males paused in horror. They see two bloodied bodies faced down, hopefully unconscious and not de--

Nero swings down his sword at the demonic fuckers not minding V's voice of absolute rage at each pronunciation of whatever poem he has on hand. He doesn't flinch when Shadow forms near his feet and tear into a demon nor does he look over at the giant bright blinding laser Nightmare shoots from his left. Griffon doesn't even laugh maniacally like he usually does, opting to scream with each lightning wall he sends off instead.


There was nothing stopping Nero from screaming himself raw from rage and despair that he maybe too late this time, too weak to protect the person he loves, too much of a deadweight--

I love Nero. I love him so much. What do I do?