Shiro was cursed to be a five year old; she can't stay out of trouble.
Small
It was not fun being small! It wasn't all that fun being five, and despite the grin on her brother's face it wasn't funny either!
"You are a stinky face, Nerwo!" she snapped and pushed the heavy door into a slam. Shiro crossed her arms and stood at the top of the steps with a frown; she didn't like feeling so defenseless, her sword was too big for her to wield and her fingers were too short to handle Blue Rose.
Her bringer had disappeared too.
"Mrow."
Blue eyes drifted to a small black and white cat at the bottom of the steps, and a smile bloomed across her tiny face. "Kitty!" All worries of being defenseless were forgotten as she followed the cat down the street; it was just too small and fluffy to ignore.
Her bare feet slapped against the concrete and the light breeze caught the shirt she was using as a temporary dress; she didn't care how she was dressed, all that mattered was the cat - who might lead her to more. Nero might even let her keep it.
"Mrow."
"Where ya going, kitty?" Shiro followed it into an empty building and carefully stepped over the broken glass and other debris. The cat sat in the middle of the open space, licking its paw, and little brow eyes gazed at her, turning red; its body bulged out and exploded into a huge demonic beast.
Shiro shrieked and cowered, closing her eyes and covering her ears; what she couldn't see or hear didn't exist. Typical five year old logic. The beast pounced; a single shot threw it back and then rhythmic gun fire from duel weapons followed, filling it full of lead and holes.
Familiar taloned fingers tangled in her hair. Blue eyes cautiously opened and met her brother's face; he smiled at her and tapped the barrel of Blue Rose against his knee. "You gonna cry?"
"No!" She sniffed, fighting back the tears.
"Well aren't you just precious?" Dante twirled Ebony and Ivory before smoothly settling them into their holsters. "And you are going to cry, how cute!" He poked the end of her nose and then stood straight to laugh; he thought she was small and therefore now completely harmless without her bringer.
Yes, she was five. Yes, she was small; but she was still tall enough to punch him in the groin. Shiro wound her arm back to crack him in the face as he doubled over, but Nero lifted her by the waist and set her on his shoulders.
"Don't wander from the office like that until you're normal again," he lightly scolded.
"I won't…" She nuzzled her cheek against his soft hair. The curse was almost over anyway.
Nero patted her knee and smirked at Dante. "Nice shot, sis." He turned his head to look at her. "Do you want another chocolate milk?"
"Oh, reward the groin punching, huh?" Dante grunted and straightened with a slight grin. "I'll get you back for that, babe."
Shiro simply stuck her tongue out at him.