A/N: My first prompt will be simple. It's Kyrie's 19th birthday. Whee! What will Nero get'er?

Also, this takes place before DMC 4, so everything/one is still alive. Also,I know Nero gets his devil arm AFTER the hellgate opens,but I needed it now for fiction purposes. ALSO, Soleks is an OC. He won't come back, I promise. :D

Nero fished around the jewelry box, looking for some sort of surprise to give to Kyrie. He'd thought it a bad idea to be running around stealing things, especially when he could just ask someone like Credo to fork over some cash. But he also knew the snot-faced aristocrat might actually tell Kyrie that her "friend" was out doing drugs with the royal dinero. That would make him appeal even less to the gentle girl, who he had wished to court for some time. Credo might have been like an adoptive brother to the descendant of Sparda, but Nero was beyond that.

After some difficult rummaging, he acquired a tasteful looking ruby bracelet, lined with shiny emerald flakes. It intrigued the boy, and he pocketed it with a smirk before returning the mahogany case back upon whoever's dresser it belonged to. Nero jumped silently out the window, grasped onto a railing before he fell back down in the street. Some Fortunians eyed him as he walked to the cathedral, and Nero glared back at them distastefully. He'd grown accustomed to the fearful stares, but they were so unnecessary he often returned them back nastily. He pulled down his sleeve to deter them, balling up his demonic claw.

The cathedral appeared after some time, and Nero stepped inside gently, his boots echoing softly. There was no mass occurring, and the pews were emptied.

"Kyrie?" he called out.

"Nero!" he heard her soft voice. "I'm by the organ!" Nero raced over to her excitedly, nervous at the light weight in his pocket where the bracelet lay. Kyrie saw the boy and smiled. "Where have you been, then?"
"Aw, just runnin' around." Nero answered with a slight blush.

"Credo and Santcus are organizing a big dinner tonight." Kyrie explained. "So I hope you'll join us."

"Kyrie," Nero said, pulling out his prize with his right hand. "I have something for you..."

"Oh?" Kyrie looked at his hand indifferently. That was the reason Nero felt so close to her; because she didn't think he was a monster. "So show me." Kyrie giggled. Nero opened his palm and the red and green object glowed in the stained glass light. Kyrie's eyes lit up, but only for a moment.

"Kyrie?" Nero lowered his head confusedly. "What's wrong?"

"I-"

"I'm sorry if you don't like red," Nero said over her. "or green, but, it's all they had and I didn't really have too much time to look...well I did, but, I wanted to get over here before everyone else came gave you their presents and..." Nero stopped his rambling before he got too out of hand. He was so nervous his hand shook slightly. Kyrie looked worriedly at the bracelet.

"No, Nero, it's alright," she said to reassure the boy. "it's just..." Nero felt a pang of hurt in his chest. Nothing ever went according to how he thought it would. He began to wonder if he was wasting his time or was just too stupid to realize it. "well..." Kyrie clasped her hands.

"Kyrie, you can tell me.." Nero said softly. Though he really didn't want to know why she wasn't excited or pleased by her gift. Kyrie looked down.

"Well, Nero..." she said quietly.

"Kyrie, are you..." he moved closer to her.

"Nero I was...proposed to by..." Nero flinched. His Kyrie? The girl looked up at him tearfully."by...Soleks..." Nero again flinched, this time with anger. How could Kyrie even suggest Soleks? The spoiled army brat whose red temper reflected his blazing hair color and black eyes.

"Kyrie. I just got you a present..."

"I know Nero, but, I don't want you to get the wrong idea..."

"No..." Nero swallowed. His eyes were beginning to well. "I wasn't...I didn't..." he sighed in defeat. "Whatever. Go off with your jarhead." Kyrie looked astonished.

"Nero!"

"Kyrie. I'm sorry. I'm wasting time." Nero said selfishly. "My time."

"Nero, please, I mean..."

"Don't mean anything." Nero felt heartless. He was in shock. His heart had been torn. With a quick movement he snatched the bracelet from Kyrie and raced out of Fortuna. Tears escaped his eyes, one's he felt had never been used before. Never had anything dealt such a blow to him. The icy plain of Fortuna Castle embraced his desperate escapade.

He welcomed the Frosts that night.