Hello everyone! So, I know I'm supposed to be working on "To See a Devil Love", but I had a great idea for another fic and had to run with it. Besides, I've noticed that I actually work better when I've got more than one ficgoing at a time. Therefore, I give you this! This story is from Nero's POV. Takes place a little over a year after the events of DMC4. That's pretty much all I need to say. Everything else is in the fic^_^ Sound good? I hope so. Tell me what you think so far when you review. And I promise, I'll keep udating my other fic too! So, yeah. Please Read and Review!

Oh...I wanted to get something out of the way. Vergil's sword, Yamoto. Someone commented that I keep misspelling it....Actually, I don't. I know it's spelt "Yamato" in DMC4, but on the official DMC website, It is spelt "Yamoto". So, That's the way I will continue to spell it. I hope that doesn't bother anyone, I'm just particular to the sound of that word. Neither one is incorrect in my opinion.

I do not own DMC, its characters, yadda, yadda. I just add my own twists.

No warnings yet. Well, except maybe character death, but somthing tells me you guys won't mind it, lol.


It was cold. My breath clouded before me.

How long had it been since I'd been exiled? Exiled for trying to help. Exiled because those people, those stupid people, hated me. 'Demons are evil', they say. 'Nothing good comes from Demons', they say. And who was it that saved their asses over a year ago? A Demon. It hurt. A lot. Shunned for the way I was. For what I was born as. And to think…..I probably more human than they could ever be.

I stood there, my coat wrapped tightly around me, watching the procession to the churchyard. How may times had she snuck me inside the gates? How many times had she wrapped her arms around me, saying she still cared? She understood me that best out of anyone in this damned city. She was there when no one else was. She comforted me, told me she'd always care, that she thought no less of me for my demonic heritage or my difference of preference.

I hung my head. I felt cold. Not from the temperature. Did I make sure I told her I loved her? That no matter what had happened, no matter how long we'd been separated, no matter who else entered the picture, she was special to me? Did I tell her it wasn't her fault we separated? Did I make sure she understood?

I suppose everyone who's anyone has thoughts like these at a funeral.

I stood at the back of the crowd and I choked, tears flowing down my cheeks as the white and gold coffin was lowered into the freezing ground. The choir was signing the same song she'd sang that fateful day over a year ago. She'd lay to rest next to her brother.

That's what Kyrie would have wanted.

Kyire. I was going to miss her so much. Things between us got complicated, but it hadn't mattered. We took care of each other. Now, she was gone. They killed her. The guard killed her. The damn Order killed her. They had tried to out do the demons and she was caught in the crossfire.

I sniffed and my body shook with emotion. Damn it. Just damn it.

People were leaving now. I was virtually the only one standing except for Leo, the gravedigger. I walked over to him, picking up one the white roses that lay on the stand before Kyrie's grave. I twirled it in my fingers. It was so pure and beautiful, just like her. I sighed, trying to stop the sob that built in my throat.

"Nero", Leo said, coming up to me, putting his hand on my shoulder. I'd almost forgotten that he wasn't like the others. He, like me, was an outcast. Not exiled, of course, but despised for what he was. "Been a while since I've seen you around. They let you in for the funeral?"

I nodded, "At least they had the 'decency' to do that". I smelt the delicate flower in my hand. Damn I hate symbolism.

"You know, child" he said with his aged voice, looking into the hole with me, "I didn't agree with them exiling you. It was ridiculous to think you had anything to do with those attacks after Sanctus fell. You saved this city. I fail to see why they dont't see it."

"Because they needed someone to blame" I said, turning to him with a slight snarl, "None of them could admit they'd been wrong the whole time. So, What do they do? They blame the attacks on the one demon that didn't die. Me."

Leo sighed, returning his gaze to the ground, "That's the way people are. Especially here. I've thought about leaving. Going somewhere that I'm not looked down upon for being a damned gravedigger. Get away, you know?"

I understood him. Made me wonder why I still hung around even when I'd been exiled, sneaking in when I could, staying on the abandoned hut not far away when I couldn't. Kyrie told me the same thing. "Go", she had said to me, "Go somewhere you're happy, Nero. I'll be here if you ever need me and I'll always hold you in my heart. Go find….."

"I'm too old for that, though. You going to throw that in there?" Leo distracted me from my thoughts. The rose in my swayed in the slight wind, threatening to lose petals. I caressed it in my fingers before I threw it in. It landed right where Kyrie's heart would be. I let a hot tear roll down my face. How fitting.

"Well child", He moved, the cold making his joints pop underneath his robes, "I hate to say it, but I've got work to do". He picked up a shovel and stood, looking at me, "I'm sorry about all this, Nero. I want you to know that. Kyrie was a wonderful girl."

I smiled lightly, turning away before I cried again. I began to walk. There was one last place I had to go before the citizens kicked my ass to the curb again.

"Hey" he called after me, "Ever think I'll see you again?"

Those words transported me back in time. I sighed, knowing exactly what I'd have to do now. I threw up my arm, yelling back, "I doubt it, Leo. Have a good one!"

I waved at him and continued towards the ruins of the cathedral.

******

"Will we ever meet again?"

Seems like the words swam around in my head as I walked round the ruins. I sighed, taking the sling off my arm, throwing it aside. Don't care where it landed. It was done with it for good. No more hiding who I am. None.

"Will we ever meet again?"

I ran a hand along the gash mark in the column that still stood. It wasn't Red Queen that made that mark. I wasn't made by my hands at all. This place…..it's where everything in my life took a turn. To better? Ha. Worse? Well, It depends. Honestly, I don't know if things went better or worse. Yeah, I'd been exiled, but I would have seen that happening without what happened. Kyrie and I had separated, but even that would have happened eventually. She was also dead. Would that have happened too? That one's not as soothing to think about. My life pretty much sucked in one way or another. I shook my head. Fate is a cruel, stupid bitch.

"All because of you" I said out-loud, keeping my hand on that gash mark in the concrete, "All because of you." I looked around at the ruins, the scenes replaying in my head like they'd just happened yesterday. Kyrie's beautiful voice rang in my ears. 'His Holiness's' voice drummed on too. Then……

"You". I came to the part of the ceiling that still stood. It was there. The hole where the glass had broken.

"You changed everything", I let my voice ring freely in the place I stood, "That day, everything I thought I knew faded. Everything. When you stood there, I suddenly didn't feel so alone. I felt like, in some way, you could comfort me. I felt my heart flutter. I felt........"

Rain started falling around me; the droplets that landed close by froze from the cold.

"You understood, too. I know you did. I know you still do, wherever you are. Damn it", I paused, holding my Bringer up to my face, clenching it into a fist, "I miss you. I've missed you for over a year. You're the reason. You're the reason that when I kissed Kyrie, it didn't feel right. You're the reason we separated. You. You. You". I felt a wave of emotion sweep through my body. My Bringer glowed intensely and I yelled. I yelled for all to hear.

And soon, that yelling was replaced by sobbing. I felt like a wuss, but I didn't care. I just didn't care. "You're why I figured it out. You're how I figured out I didn't love Kyrie like I thought I did.", I sunk to my knees, my lips quivering as a spoke out-loud for myself to hear, "I love you. I loved you for over a year, you jerk. I fucking love you." I stared at the floor, letting it sink in. I closed my eyes, letting that name come out.

"Dante".