This is a new story, though it will only be three chapters long, so it'll be a little short...but their may be more.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Devil May Cry franchise, it belongs to Capcom...just saying.

Enjoy! X3

-DMC Highschool-

A white haired teen was rushing down the corridors of the large school, late as always for his first lesson. He had been a little busy the night before, and had slept in an hour longer then he should have, his clothes a touch messy from how hurriedly he had gotten them on, while his school bag was resting on his back, making running even more exhausting from how much he had in it.

"Shit...I'm gonna be late." He muttered under his breath to himself, his breath hot as he kept trying to steady his breathing, while his body was covered in sweat from all the running, since he had missed the bus to school that morning.

When he finally made it to the right classroom for his first lesson, he quickly opened the door...and found his history teacher: Mr Spar, wearing his casual school attire: a blue suit, tie and jeans, with a white shirt underneath that. His white hair, similar to the teen's own, was spiked back on his head, while an angered expression painted his face as his head was turned to his right in order to glare at the blue eyed teen, their eyes meeting...though he always noticed that his teacher's eyes were a touch lighter than his.

"What time do you call this, Nero?" Mr Spar shouted in a low and angered tone, the class turning to look at Nero with curious eyes, a few of them looking like they were about to laugh at how he looked...but the teen just simply shrugged his shoulders, and since he had caught his breath and hadn't passed out, he headed to his seat. The teacher stated that Nero would have a detention tomorrow at break, so they could have a proper talk about why he was being late all the time...and there would be no arguing over it.

The eighteen year old didn't really care, rolling his eyes and sighing as a sign of his annoyance, and sat down in his seat somewhere near the back of the class.

But once he had sat down in his not so comfortable seat, he saw something resting on his desk. It was a small and folded up piece of paper, with a beautiful and freshly picked red rose sticking out of both ends. The thorns seemed to have been cut off by someone who hadn't done such a thing before in their life.

"Hmm, well it is Valentine's Day after all...but who could it be from?" He muttered quietly, hoping that everyone else was too busy paying attention to the lesson, that they didn't notice what he had gotten, as he sneakily and carefully opened the letter. He read it in his head, though as he read it, he saw cruel and harsh markings scattered about the paper, gritting his teeth together in anger, though he held himself back...for now at least.

"Dear Nero.

Well since it's valentine's day, would you like to come to the cinema with me tonight. You know, as a date? Just you and me? (Crap that sounded suspicious as hell) Well anyway, hope to see you there.

With love from D.S."

Suddenly, and while Nero read the small letter with a small smile coming to his lips, a cinema ticket landed on Nero's desk. He quickly picked it up, once he had finally ran through the letter multiple times in his head, excitment clear in his expression as he looked the ticket over.

'I can't wait! But I wonder who this D.S person is? Might as well wait and see for now.' He thought curiously, before quickly shoving the note and ticket into his bag, though he was more careful with the rose then the other items. After that was done, he turned around with his arms resting on his desk, pretending to focus on the lesson that Mr Spar was teaching.

But honestly his mind was elsewhere at the moment.

After the lesson had finally finished, the white haired boy was packing his things away carefully, trying not to trash the rose as he did so. At one point, he looked it over as it remained in his bag, wondering if he should take it out and hold it again...but his thoughts were quickly broken, as he felt someone's shoulder thrust against his back, knocking his upper body forward slightly as he gasped quietly in pain, as a few sadistic chuckles came from behind him.

"Enjoy your date, freak." One of the older and taller boys gritted out maliciously, as he strolled out the classroom door, his two mates laughing at the poor boy's misery and reaction, ruffling his hair harshly and tightly in their hands before rushing off to catch up with their mate.

At that point Nero was steaming with anger, pain aching in his head and back, while his fists were clenched tightly on the desk and his heart was racing a little faster than before. But yet again, like when he read the note before, he would remain calm as he took a few deep breaths, only cursing their names as he fixed his hair and then grabbed his bag off his desk.

He waited a few more minutes in the classroom, before he finally left the room.

Nero strolled down the corridors with a somewhat happy, and small smile etched onto his face, since this was going to be his second date, and hoped this one would be better than the last one he went on...let's just say it didn't last very long before the girl ditched him half way through the date...for unknown reasons too.

"Hey Nero!" Shouted some of the teen's friends, snapping Nero out of his thoughts, as said boy rushed over to see what was going on.

"Hi Mary, Trish." He greeted the girls, that smile still painting his lips as he looked at them with a curious eye. They were his only friends at the school, his brother and sister not counting, since he really didn't like being compared to them, seeing that everyone liked them over him...except for Mary and Trish.

But the two girls were giving him odd looks at the moment.

"Why are you two looking at me like that?" He asked curiously, an eyebrow raised questionably at them, as the two girls replied with cheerful squeals.

"We heard you have a date. That's so sweet Nero!" Trish answered as she smiled sweetly at her friend, showing how proud she was with her expression, one of playful joy as she stepped over to Nero, patting him on the shoulder softly.

'How the hell did they know that?!' He thought in a panic as he looked at the two in shock...but the teen quickly began to steam up with anger once again for the third time that day, realising who had told them...those basterds!

But the girls didn't seem to be making fun of him...they were just genuinely curious.

"Do you know who it is?" Mary asked curiously, stepping closer to Nero as well, standing on the boy's other side, as he was trying to keep himself calm, his cheeks going crimson...until his stomach began to rumble...he hadn't eaten breakfast that morning.

Trish and Mary chuckled, before stepping back away from Nero, smiling at him as he quickly headed off, waving goodbye to his friends, who waved back at him as well before going in the opposite direction. Nero could feel his cheeks burning with embarressment as he rushed through the corridors and off to the diner to eat.

He was gonna make those three basterds pay...one of these days he would.

So what did you think of this first? Good, bad? Somewhat adverage?

Whatever your thoughts are, don't forget to leave them in the comment box down below, before you go!

BYE! BYE!