Young Blood

Summary: A young girl, no older than twelve, attacks Nero and successfully steals Yamato from him. Dante and Noah investigate, but they soon uncover the truth behind Vergil's "supposed" death on Mallet Island, but a higher evil emerges, threatening humanity once again…

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Months after Drevol's siege of Fortuna, the city was prospering once again. Everyone was happy, but no one could be happier than Nero and Kyrie. The two almost never left each other's sides, except when Nero had to handle the occasional demon. That was about the only time Kyrie was left alone.

Siarra Otinashi observed the happy little city. She was only concerned for her objective. Which was to retrieve the weapon that's rightfully hers. She adjusted the huge buster sword on her back and leapt from the balcony. The wind whipped passed her, ruffling her knee length silvery white hair. She enjoyed it, but too bad it was only two stories. 'Damn the building lengths.' she thought.

Siarra was only fourteen years old. She was fairly skilled in combat, but she never spent much time on practicing. Her friend had taught her a good bit of knowledge of the sword before her journey started.

"Hey," a husky male voice said behind her. "What's a runt like you doing with a sword like that?"

Siarra's arm tingled. A familiar presence was emerging from this strange young male. She turned around, her eyes showing coldness and no fear. The young man's arm was that of a demons, but she wondered how he could control its power. Then she realized this boy had one of the things she needed. "You have something I need. A sword." She spoke in a cold tone.

Nero didn't like this little girl. She was strange, especially with her white hair and cold blue eyes. Yet, her eyes were strangely familiar. Like, maybe he had seen them from some where. "What would you want with a sword? You already have one, don't you?"

His insult went too far, for the girl had her blade at his throat."Yamato, give it to me." the girl said. Nero backed away. He had felt a strong demonic aura come from her, but something was different about her. She smiled, showing two long fangs protruding from her gums. "What are you?" He asked. Siarra was laughing sinisterly. "I'm really going to need that sword now." she said.

She pulled away and a blackish aura surrounded her. Then, in a flash, she had his Devil Bringer arm. His arm glowed at her touch. "It recognizes me, which means you are not its rightful owner." she stated. A strong force pushed them away from each other.

When it ceased, Siarra had Yamato in hand, and her whole appearance had changed. Her face was paler, her left eye was red, her right eye was gold, a demon wing ascended from the left side of her back, and her left arm was also a Devil Bringer. She had Yamato in hand, examining the sword with deep interest. "Now, all I need is his amulet." she said out loud.

"What? What are you?" Nero asked. Siarra smiled. "You asked me that already."

But before he could react, she unsheathed Yamato and did a series of slashes. She sheathed it, and Nero fell to the ground. Blood surrounded his body. Siarra approached him. "Too bad you won't live to see him come back." she said.

As the sun set on the horizon, Siarra walked away, her long silver hair flowing in the light breeze.

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Uh oh! Siarra is plotting something! I just revised it, and I hope you like it. PM me if you see anything wrong with it at all.