A/N: Hey dudes its Reven here, I have been working on this story for a couple weeks now but recently was discouraged from posting it, as most of you No Doubt know BeefSkellington recently, only a couple days ago in-fact posted a story about Yang Being thrust into the world of DMC after coming into possession of the Devil Bringer... Well I didn't want to post this story because I was uncomfortable with the odd number of similarities between the first draft and the first chapter he released. In the original first chapter Yang and Weiss fight a demonic Beowolf Grimm and Weiss attempts a summoning that goes wrong and they fall through into the Van the DMC Duo are driving. Now there are already a number of differences between the story BeefSkellington put out and my Idea for a story but i was still uncomfortable with the oddities and the use of similar techniques... So i slapped this chapter together a couple days ago, just after he put out his, and changed the overall direction of my story to compensate. sorry if this comes across as sloppy or amateur or whatever but i'm quite a bit more comfortable with this direction than the prior. SO I hope you enjoy and PLEASE Favorite and follow if you like, and of course please offer constructive criticism, I'm trying to get better here so anything you can offer would be much and please tell me your opinions on how I've characterized Kyrie, I'm attempting to make her more likable, thank you all and have a wonderful day
Blue ethereal light flickered faintly in the dark corridors of the Beacon Academy dorm building. Loud crashing and gunshots rang out in the distance, screams of desperation and agony as fire and blood raged around in a torrential storm of death and destruction, and against the wall, blood pouring from several different wounds through the bandages as she clutched desperately to her right arm or more accurately, bloody bandaged stump, warm tears flowing freely down her bloodstained and dirt covered face. Yang Xiao Long had lost everything.
Not four hours ago she was fighting furiously in a tournament where the only goal was to beat her opponent in fair and friendly competition, that had lead to her being framed and disqualified when HE attacked her, but none of that was anything compared to now. Her sister was dead, Yang Xiao Long, fiery Blonde Bombshell herself, watched on helpless to the whims of fate as her sister was stabbed through the chest by a giant Beowulf, covering her sobbing sister in the blood of her beloved young sister. Her partner Blake was no better off, throat slashed by a lover Yang had never even heard the cat faunus speak of. Weiss was the only one alive and she was unconscious slumped catty corner against the wall and Yang's own back, herself too exhausted to carry her last remaining teammate any farther than she already had. Her arm was gone, the dominant one, the one she used to fight, the one she used for EVERYTHING! And she couldn't do anything about it, Just lay in the broken shambles of her old home as everything came crashing down around her.
A loud creaking echoed along with heavy sobbing, Yangs attention was drawn across the hall where a broken man sat with his close friend and teammate sobbing in front of him, clutching the cold lifeless body of Lie Ren. Nora looked horrible, more so than Yang herself if she were honest, She'd be lucky to live through this but she definitely wouldn't agree with that sentiment, her eye was missing, a dark hole of blood and raw tissue oozed with a large gash covering the area around it, bandages covered all along her torso and legs with her Clothes torn to literal shreds with every gash along her back. Jaune himself had lost a love, recently discovered as well if it wasn't already tragic enough. Pyrrha had died defending the headmaster, given an impossible mission by a desperate man trying to fix every single mistake he had made. Ren was impaled chest to chest with his lifelong friend by stray debris when he and Nora attempted to escape from a large horde of Ursa, carried through the battlefield by a desperate and distraught Nora being lashed and ravaged by multiple Ursa until Jaune found them, Ren held onto his life until not four minutes ago when the last breath escaped, much to the dread of Nora herself.
Now, inside the broken remnants of their shared home the four students wept for the lost, a burning hatred blazed through her own eyes as the horrific events played again and again on endless repeat. Ruby's sad soulless eyes as her life drained away before being brutally torn to shreds and mangled by the hordes of monsters who had broken through the defenses. Blake's acceptance as her lover dragged a katana stained in the blood of countless classmates and innocent civilians across her throat and the horrible gurgling sound that came as she suffered her way into eternal slumber. Her own arm being torn violently from its position by her side by a demonic Alpha Beowolf before she had the opportunity to stop it.
BANG BANG BANG! Loud clomping footsteps rumbled through the hall and three sets of eyes, panicked and terrified, came to rest on a large bear-like silhouette, piercing red eyes just as deep and intense as the blood covering the halls, much of it her own. Yang clutched her friend protectively, not even sure if Weiss was still breathing as she shielding her from the beast's primal gaze. Jaune ran forward, sword in hand and a battle cry more desperate than any she had ever heard. The kid never stood a chance, His body battered limply into the wall as blood sprayed from the gash in his throat. Nora was next, battered to the ground with a knee to the face and crushed under the weight of the massive creature's stomp, the loud crack of her bones was sickening as she cried once and went limp, her remaining eye shed one last tear and went lifeless.
Yang gulped, her hand coming to rest on Weiss's weapon Myrtenaster, the cool metal sapping the remaining warmth from her fingers as they tightened around the thin spiraling handle. If she was going to die, it was going to be defending her friend! It was then that a low humming emerged from under the two girls, the blue ethereal glow of the shattered moon intensified and a wave of dark demonic energy surged through the still form of Weiss Schnee. Yang jumped back, an intense flaming blaze burned through the hall and not for the first time did a loud guttural scream echo through her raw throat as pain erupted through every pore in her body, every frayed nerve simultaneously raged a battle cry as weight seemed to evaporate under her.
The world went black as Yang fell forward, too tired to keep the lids of her eyes open, the sword in her hand fell away to the side as she came to rest on the warm body of Weiss, the low thumping of her heart crept through her thoughts and lulled her into a peaceful sleep, away from the burning city of Vale, away from the corpses of her Sister and Partner, away from her severed arm, and away from danger. Weiss was Yangs last friend and as she fell unconscious, she clutched her hand protectively, and appreciatively.
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In the late afternoon of November Twenty-Fifth on the island city of Fortuna a tired Duo make their way through the streets in a crummy box van, a large Neon Sign labeled 'Devil May Cry' illuminated the street in its blue glow. A tired sigh escaped Nero's lips as the van gently rocked side to side in tune with the bumps of the road, It almost felt good on his back, smoothly massaging the knots accumulated over the last couple of weeks. Ever since his uncle "retired," for lack of a better term, the young devil hunter found himself constantly on the move. Everytime they completed a job the phone would ring and off he and Nico went. As such the only sleep either of the two had managed to acquire had been cat naps in between jobs.
They had just completed a job involving a possessed doll, your average affair Nero had thought, that is until the demon grew to the size of an apartment building and destroyed the surrounding area. Who knew giant demonic dolls could pack such a punch? Nero sure didn't and neither was his back aware of how hard it could smash into the ground. To top the day off the chick who hired them ditched before they got the other half of their money. Nero had taken her up on the offer of half upfront and half when they got the job done, stupid mistake really but with all the calls they were getting it's not like they needed the cash.
Though he did decide to dedicate this job's pay in particular to repairing the coat that hung loosely from the back of his seat, which was surprisingly expensive by the way. The dark blue hooded leather jacket was actually in rather good shape all things considered, the only real problem was the right sleeve, now that his arm was back in its rightful place, which he was still getting used to, he wanted to actually have a functional sleeve rather than the messy tattered one he had now, though as he stated before, it would have to wait.
It was probably a good thing all things considered, with Nico's Overture 1.5 he wasn't entirely sure any sleeve attached wouldn't get utterly decimated by the electrical power gauntlet Devil Breaker, currently dangling off its holster on his hip. Nico had made quite a few enhancements, including the fact that it wasn't just a prosthetic replacement for his actual arm, that sure did come in handy, pun intended. (XD) though his arm apparently could merge with the actual prosthetic she was still intent on making a full functioning gauntlet for his use, one of her crazier ideas being a hybrid between the Overture and Gerbera models she affectionately referred to as Project Obera, electric shockwaves so powerful he'd be able to rocket himself around in midair. Fun.
His hair had also grown out quite a bit in the last couple of months. Nowhere near what it used to be but it did reach around to his eyes now if he didn't slick it off to the side, which was his preferred style at the moment.
A long drawn out yawn slipped past his lips as he readjusted in his seat but half expecting the phone on the dashboard to start ringing Nero was hesitant to drift off, though his eyes were heavy and getting more so by the second. Nico had been bitching to him about his tendency to take any job offer that came their way, and she definitely had a point. He wasn't sure how Dante did it, not quite taking into account his uncles understanding of how to manage his energy and his years of experience but that was beside the point. Maybe it was just the unfamiliar anxiety and weight of the world on his shoulders but hell, this was some crazy shit. But what was he supposed to do, Dante had left the torch in his hands and he intended to live up to it, no matter how uncomfortable it made him but it's not like there was a book on how to deal with being the protector of the entire human race. Whatever, this lack of proper sleep was really starting to get to him, since when was he so angsty?
His pale blue eyes flicked over to his left as he heard a pathetic click of a lighter, Nico's cigarette loosely hanging from her mouth, her eyes drooping dangerously low for the one currently at the wheel, and in her right hand sat her lighter, dangling dangerously as she tried again to ignite it, looking quite offended when it dared to disobey. "You look like shit," Nero stated tiredly, barely getting out a quiet chuckle as Nico shot him a death glare from hell itself.
"Gee ya think!? It's not like I've had the chance to take a shower for the past four days you self centered ass," She practically shouted before proceeding to rant for the sixteenth time this week about being overworked. "You know for someone so smart you can be a fucking Dumbass you stupid jerk! JUST because Dante left the job of protecting the human Race to you ain't mean you gotta take every damn job!"
Simply rolling his eyes at the antics of his southern accented compadre he grabbed the spare lighter and leaned over to help her out. Riiiiing, Riiiiing The phone squealed, eliciting a loud groan from both present. As Nero grabbed the black dash phone, Nico Yelled, "NO! We've had a month of non-stop Jobs, This can wait!"
Rolling His eyes and said quickly, "Well we can make time for one more, we should try to make up for that last job," he placed the phone to his ear, Giving Nico a 'try me' smirk with Nico scowling in defeat, "Devil May Cry,"
"Uh hey Nero," Kyrie began timidly, the sound of the kids talking in the background told him she was still in the orphanage, "You Guys are on your way back right?"
Quirking his eyebrow worriedly, Nero spoke calmly, "Uh yeah, Just got back to Fortuna actually, Why?" meating Nico's eyes momentarily, both were immediately on edge, "Everything Okay?"
"Well..." He could almost physically see her hesitating, knowing the duo were tired and irritable, He was about to tell her it's okay when heard a kid in the background yell something like she's awake, "You're gonna want to see this for yourself, Hurry back."
"Wait Kyrie!" but it was too late, she had hung up, "Nico, we need to get to the orphanage, NOW!"
She nodded wordlessly, any energy the duo lacked immediately surged through their bodys, Nero Preparing for a fight, grabbing Red Queen and loading Blue Rose. As they pulled up to the building, they could see all the children waiting outside the garage, Kyrie was nowhere to be seen so Nero suspected she was inside the garage. Not even waiting for the van to come to a complete stop he jumped out.
"Nero!" a few kids exclaimed excitedly, "No one knows what's wrong with them,"
Nero began to panic assuming they were talking about Kyrie, just from paranoia as he had heard them refer to a third party earlier, that is until one little girl he couldn't bring himself to remember the name of said, "The white one's really pretty, is she your sister or something?"
Pushing his way passed the confused children he found himself in his precious garage looking in on a large hole in the ceiling his heart immediately sunk, he could actually see the hole extending up into the second floor and through the roof, the guest bedroom demolished beyond reasonable repair. One hand on Red Queen he looked over to the right and he saw two things, a strange young woman leaning against the back wall, icy blue eyes wide with terror and general fear holding out a wrench like a sword and her other hand clutching a blonde girl bloody with cuts and scrapes and one very prominent bandaged stump, and Kyrie attempting to sooth her which made sense given her motherly nature. The young girl was clearly injured, blood ran down the left side of her face, staining the white locks of hair framing her features, and a large red stained tear in her white dress was currently being clutched harshly by the young woman's elbow. Kyrie seemed to be succeeding in calming her down, that is until she noticed him and backed further away. Kyrie sighed, seeing Nero and ran up to Embrace him, "Nero!"
"We got here as soon as we could," He said, catching the girl's eye, feeling a familiar foreboding sense flare up just before Nico pushed past them rudely, assessing the damage of the garage, "We were worried it was something dangerous"
"Woah, whose this?" she drawled out, leering over towards the young woman, terrifying her even more, "She kinda does look like you Nero, same hair same eyes and same scowl, though admittedly she's a lot prettier than you"
Kyrie whispered so only the three near the door could hear, "I don't think she understands what's going on, she's injured so maybe she has a concussion, and that other girl needs immediate medical attention," she walked back over to the young woman, who instantly flinched back, sinking further into the wall and waving the wrench wildly and holding the blonde closer, Nero almost jumped forward before Kyrie called out, "Woah, hey, i'm not going to hurt you," she exclaimed quickly putting her hands up in a defensive manner and pointing to that other girl, "She needs help, I have supplies and, well experience in this matter," she referenced uncomfortably, glancing back at Nero, "And you need help too, those wounds should be cleaned and re-bandaged"
The woman's eyes glanced down to her wounded companion then back up, Kyrie inched closer slowly. Looking into the blue eyes, she silently asked permission to move forward. The stranger seemed to consider carefully before shaking her head and hesitantly saying, "W-who are you people!?" Her voice trembling with an odd grace about it, if that was possible.
Kyrie, kind as ever gave the woman a gentle smile, "My name is Kyrie," pointing towards the two in the back she introduced them, "That's Nico, she's a bit odd," Nico scoffed, "And that grumpy guy is Nero, he's just kinda mean." he quirked a brow.
"Ouch my feelings," Nero stated dryly, a warning glare boring into the young girl, and a cautious hand resting on the handle of Blue Rose. he did Not trust these two, especially the white one with how the girl held the wrench, like it was a sword she knew how to use, not to mention the uncomfortable feeling she gave off.
The gentle woman turned back to the stranger and in a soft, almost motherly tone asked, "What's your name?"
The stranger scrunched up her eyebrows, looking wildly back and forth between all three, "W-Weiss," a grunt escaped her lips as she sat further back.
"Hello Weiss," Kyrie scooted close, resting her hand on her leg and gesturing towards the yellow girl, "What about your friend?"
"Her name's Yang," Tears spilled freely from her eyes, "Where are we? We should get to a hospital!"
"Well..." Kyrie considered, "You kind of ended up crashing through the roof of our garage," seeing the widened eyes of Weiss, Kyrie quickly continued, "But don't worry that kind of thing happens all the time."
"A bit too often for my tastes" Nero quipped under his breath, earning a glare from Kyrie and a hit from Nico.
"I-i'm so sorry" Weiss said, lowering the wrench slightly.
"Um, Weiss?" Kyrie asked carefully, Weiss snapped back to attention, re-steadying her wrench and scooting back into the wall, Kyrie just smiled warmly, holding a first-aid kit no-one present was sure where she got it but best not to question Kyrie, "Your wounds look really bad, would you mind if I bandaged them up for you two? We can get you to a hospital afterwards but those need attention now"
Weiss scanned her body, seemingly only then realizing how tightly she was clutching the blonde woman and all of her own wounds, "How do I know we can trust you?" she asked quietly.
"Well for one we're not the ones pointing a wrench at you like some kind of safety torch," Nero said, getting a smack across the back of his head from Nico. He snapped his attention to the southern woman and an intense staring contest broke out.
Weiss flushed at that, nodding silently to Kyrie who helped Weiss into a comfortable position, asking Nero to go get the children settled inside, if only to get him out of the room, to dress Weiss's wounds as Nico came over to start with Yang. Begrudgingly he agreed, and one hour of hell later, Kyrie had settled the two girls in a spare guest room and the three adults met in the Office of the building, just above the main room and two doors down from the girl's room, discussing how best to handle this situation.
The office was of normal size, a large desk littered with unpaid bills and other such business related material, including a new letter from the Broker Morison which Nero snatched up immediately. A small rugged couch sat against the far wall, Nico's personal favorite seating, with a small black coffee table. And last but not least a crummy Television sat against the opposite side, a few game systems hooked up for the DMC duo.
"So what happened exactly?" Nero asked, leaning against his desk. He leafed through the contents of the letter from Morrison informing him of a potential partnership. "I never got the chance to ask during all the chaos and defensive wrenching"
Kyrie sighed, "I'm not entirely sure, one moment i'm making dinner for the kids, the next there's this big bang in the garage and we run to check it out." her hands ran through her hair loosely, a nervous tick she had developed recently, "when i called you she was out cold, but she woke up and freaked out, She Latched onto her friend like she was the most important thing in the world,"
"Yeah that makes sense, waking up with a bunch of beady eyed brats staring into your soul, ought to freak out anyone" Nico provided helpfully, prompting a chuckle from Nero and a glare from Kyrie, "Speaking of dinner by the way, I'm starving! And it looks like we've got a few new mouths to feed,"
Nero sighed, contemplating out loud, considering the foreboding sense from before. A strange unease set about him, "How long do we plan to let them stay here?"
Kyrie looked over at him, seemingly offended, "As long as they need to of course! As soon as we get them to a hospital I'm going to offer the guest room!"
"I'm not so sure about that white haired girl." he said, handing the letter over to the southern mechanic, "Something about her seams… Off,"
"Devil stuff?" Nico asked, placing the broken controller she was fiddling with on the coffee table and grabbing the letter from Nero.
"I don't know, maybe? It's so much harder to tell without being able to just look down at my glowing arm, y'know?" he blew out a heavy breath, "I know she's not entirely human at least"
"So what?" Nico looked up curiously, "Another Half or Quarter breed? Did Dante ever have any kind of girlfriend?"
Nero shrugged hopelessly, unsurprisingly not intrigued by the questions of his Uncle's love life, "Considering the fact that her wounds weren't automatically healing it's probable she'd be like me, Either way it can't be a good idea to keep them around-"
"And why the hell not!?" Kyrie interrupted, surprising the other two, "You're the strongest person we have Nero, and you're afraid of a harmless injured girl!? Even if she is a demon, which i'm sorry but i find unlikely, you should be able to take care of it easy!" she stepped closer to him, waving her finger at his face, "But you know what i saw in there today? I saw a scared little girl who needs help, and that's exactly what i intend to give her!" Her legs carried her towards the door, stomping angrily which would be funny were it not for how out of character it was for her. Nero stepped after her, not wanting her to be mad at him.
"Kyrie, wait!" He called out but it was too late as she slammed the door, Nico awkwardly shifting her attention back towards her project as Nero stood alone, "Damn,"
A moment later the flushed and angry Kyrie walked back in, "And I'm sorry for yelling but sometimes you two are far too stubborn!" Slam! The door shut again. That was more in character for her.
And just like that, the orphanage gained a few new guests, Much to Nero's annoyance.
_-End Of Chapter-_