Me: I can't believe that I'm actually writing this. For some reason, I have become obsessed with this couple and I just can't seem to get them out of my head! I'm hoping this will stop the raging fan girl in me and so I might be able to concentrate.

Nero: Why does Kyrie die?

Me: Because I don't like her...

Dante: neither do I

Me: Only cause she gets in the way of you screwing Nero

Dante: Do I need any other reason then that?

Nero: ... Riiiiggghhht. Neko doesn't own any DMC characters, only a few OC's in this.

Me: Because if I did, do ya think I would be writing this? Onto the chapter!

A young woman of about 18 wondered around the mall, looking at all the things the shops might have to offer in their silent war to persuade people to spend money in their shop rather then their rivals offering similar things in similar prices. She was slim figure, wearing a white sleeveless dress ending at her knees, white strapped sandals on her feet. Her chestnut coloured hair tied back in a high pony tail, her fringe ending just above chocolate brown eyes as she scanned through windows, smiling and pointing before dragging her all to willing friend with her to the next store. Her friend was taller then her, round about the same age as the female, white silvery hair that swept just above his azure eyes, slightly spiked, being allowed to do what ever it liked. He wore dark blue jeans and a red hoodie, sleeves rolled up due to the fact it was quite warm despite the cool air the insides from the air conditioning. He wore battered black converses that he usually wore around, but he was thinking about getting some new ones since these seem to almost be falling apart at the seems. He allowed his friend to take him to wherever she wanted, not really caring as long as he could spend sometime with her.

"Nero, let's go over here!" She shouted, seeing a big sale sign plastered on a window of a clothes store, rushing over and pulling Nero with her. That had been doing this for the past three hours and any other male would have cracked with going on to every females shop in the place, but he was that kind of person who would suffer in silence as long as she was happy.

"Kyrie, just because it says sale doesn't mean it it's going to be a price less then £50." Nero commented to his friend, who didn't seem to care and pulled him into the store never the less, making him sigh as she let go of his hand to go looking around the different items of clothing, picking things out and placing it against herself, before putting it back and looking over at something else. Deciding it might not be best just to stand in front of the shop, he went over to look at some clothes for himself, not that he thought he needed any more, but at least he didn't look odd. Before he could really take a good look, he was pulled by the arm away from the shop, seeing the chestnut haired girl pouting as they left the shop, Nero giving a small chuckle.

"Okay, so maybe you were right but they had some nice clothes." She commented "Even if they were like £75 with a 40% discount." This again made the teen chuckle. He didn't know how she did, but she was somehow able to calculate the price of any discounted item and decide whether it was worth it in record time. He could only assume that it was down to how often she shopped tht she was able to deduce prices so quickly. He absently wondered if other women could do it too if they spent enough times in the sale areas, but it wasn't like he talked to a lot of other girls apart from Kyrie and some of her friends in University.

Yes, both him and Kyrie went to the same University, having been childhood friends since school, they thought it would be good to stay with each other as they continued to do things together, which included this next step of learning. Although, they weren't studying the same things. Kyrie had went to study Child Care while Nero had gone to study Philosophy, Mythology and Legends. They almost spent every free moment with each other, both inseparable even when they were with friends. Everyone thought that they were going out when they noticed their behaviour, but neither of them could thin of loving each other in a romantic way, but more of a family sibling love. Of course, that got some guys hitting on Kyrie when they realized she was free, which got Nero shouting and trying to beat the living day lights out of each one of them. Surprisingly enough, they were best friends the next day, laughing and joking while the girls were saying how lucky it was to have someone protective so close to them, making Kyrie blush a little. Of course, the white haired teen had felt proud about being friends with her, which led him to being in a place he wouldn't like being in the holidays.

Deciding that they had had enough shopping for the moment, they went to get something to eat, both grabbing a sub and sitting on a bench, looking at nothing in particular as they ate their sandwiches, making idle conversation as people walked pass them not giving them more then a glance if that, since they too were here to spend money in new products that was needed or not, many getting wrapped up in the scheme of spending more money in places which had reduced things, enough to make it sound good, but not enough to spare the people wallets. After finishing up, they went once again on their way around, before hearing commotion at the entrance of the shop and screams of frightened customers as a male in a black outfit and cap stood at the front of the doors, wielding what looked like a gun. Nero tried to move and take Kyrie to the back in hope of avoiding getting involved, but it was all in vain as the man shot once in the air, everyone cringing away trying to look as small as possible.

"Everyone to the ground now! Anyone who remains up will be shot! Ya get me!" He shouted, as everyone did as they were told, watching him with worried and frightened expressions. Nero held Kyrie as tears began to fall down her cheeks, like some of the other occupants. A child was sobbing and the man went over. "Shut up ya damn brat!" The man said before hitting the child in the face, making his Mother cry out in shock as she held her son protectively, trying to sooth him while he cried in pain, clutching his cheek. The man went to the counter, pointing his gun to the woman behind the till. "Give me ya money and I'll be on my merry way." He said, the woman nodding and opening the till, taking out the noted and placing it on the counter while the man grinned in self satisfaction with no hassle. While she was doing so, the man looked around and eyes fell on where the two friends were, both looking worried as he began to approach them. Nero tried to manoeuvre her so that he was in front but it didn't work as the man grabbed Kyrie's arm and pulled her up, making Nero protest and receive a hit around the head with the gun, making him fall to the floor unconscious, hearing Kyrie scream his name.

When Nero woke up, he was laying in bed in a white room. Confused, he looked around and realized he must be in a hospital. He raised his hand to where he had been hit, feeling a bandage over it and feeling a slight bump where the man had hit him. Suddenly thinking about the event, he remembered that the guy had took Kyrie hostage, sitting bolt up right which made his head spin, closing his eyes as his head hurt from the sudden movement. He looked around and saw that the brown eyed female wasn't there, panic starting to rise as he wondered what had happened. Was she in another room, or perhaps at the police station getting comfort because of the experience, or maybe-

"Ah, I see you are awake. I'm sorry to say this, but the police are wanting to get a statement from you. Are you feeling okay for them to come and speak to you now?" The doctor asked, Nero nodding as two male officers came to stand next to his bed. One had short light brown hair and a moustache, looking around his mid-thirties early forties. The other one looked younger, black hair again short but his face was clean shaved of only facial hair around the mouth. "I'll leave you to it. Please call me when you're done, I would like to check up on your head wound." And with that, the doctor left, leaving Nero there with them.

"I'm officer Hertan and this is officer Tryman," The other man gave a small nod in greeting before the other one started again. "We are sorry we have to ask you this, but we would like to know what happened. It was pretty obvious we know, but it's all about rules and regulations I'm afraid."

"Okay. Well, the guy was tall, wearing all black with a baseball cap on. I don't know what exactly made him act but me and my friend heard screaming so looked and saw him there. I tried to get to the back hoping we wouldn't get caught or anything if he lost it. When he was getting the money, he looked over to us and took my friend away, and when I tried to get her away, he hit me and I lost unconscious." He stopped and looked at the two officers with fear in his eyes. "She is okay isn't she? The girl who was taken hostage, she's not hurt is she?" He asked, panic clear in his voice as he thought of his childhood friend being harmed when he wasn't able to help her. The two officers looked a little shocked and looked at each other, looking grim, and Nero didn't like it at all. "She's okay, right?" He felt tears began to surface as officer Tryman looked at him.

"I'm sorry to say it son, but she was shot when we tried to restrain him. She was shot in the head so it was an instant death and nothing we could really do about it. I'm sorry for your loss." Both officers left, streams of tears falling down Nero's face as he looked at his opposite wall, unable to control the sobs that rose from his throat, his head pounding with the effort, but he couldn't care less at this moment. Kyrie was dead. Gone. He couldn't do anything to help her or save her and this all happened while he had been there! He brought his legs to his chest and wrapped his arms around his knees while burring his head into them, his whole body shaking with his crying, his throat becoming tight and restricted as he continued. He didn't even hear the doctor come in but looked up when he felt a hand on his shoulder, looking up into sympathetic eyes. He didn't want that though. He wanted to see Kyrie alive and well, coming into the room, smiling at him like she always did and giving him kind words, asking how he was feeling. But he knew that wouldn't happen and it was a hard truth to take. The white haired teen buried his head again and continued to cry, not caring if the doctor saw him or not. A broken person was aloud too.

A week had passed since Kyrie's funeral, many students and some teachers coming to give her a final fair well, himself and Credo, her brother, giving a speech before she was buried, where Nero shed more tears over the loss. Credo also shed tears, although he tried not to show how upset he truly was, waiting to be out of public eye to mourn over his beautiful baby sister. Nero still didn't feel any better from what had happened, wishing he had done something, thinking that maybe if he had done something different, Kyrie would still be alive now and everyone wouldn't have to go through the heart break of losing someone close to them. With a sigh, he went back into his flat, flopping onto his sofa, his bag leaning against it as he grabbed for the remote on the coffee table before seeing it wasn't there. Maybe I moved it while I was getting ready this morning. He thought as he got up and looked around the living room, not seeing the black device anywhere. Scratching his head in thought, he went over to the kitchen to see it there next to the microwave. Shrugging, he went over and picked it up going over to the living room, only to see that his bag was now hanging up near his jacket which was on the opposite side of the room. His jaw dropped as well as the remote as he stared at the bag in astonishment. He knew he didn't move it there. Perhaps he needed to get some sleep and ask one of his friends about it tomorrow.

Walking past the hanger, he took the bag off then put it back on, just to see if anything was different about it but it was still his same old bag that he took every day when he had a lecture or to do homework. Swallowing the lump in his throat, his gaze swept across the room to see if anyone was there that would have moved it. Not seeing anyone, he went into his bedroom, quickly getting undressed and going to bed, looking around his room to see if anything was out of place. deciding that everything was where it should be, he set his alarm and layed down and went to sleep.

Unknown to him, a watchful gaze was on him as he slept. Letting out a small laugh, it looked around the room, deciding that it would keep itself entertained by messing with his prey some more. I just love playing with humans.

Nero woke up, stretching and turning his alarm off before stretching his arm up, slowly rising out of his bed only for his eyes to go wide when he saw three books on his desk, all of them opened. A little hesitant, he went up to the books, looking at what each one said. The first one being of old mythological creatures, five different things with a brief description of each one and where to look in the book to see more of them. Looking at the second, it spoke of haunted building and spirits, making him even more nervous as he glanced at the final book, reading over about old rituals and black magic, not really getting if it was a message or not, but just knowing that the fact that he had gone to sleep with nothing on his desk only to wake up with three books open like someone had been reading them. Deciding that maybe he should ask someone about this, he quickly took a shower and ready to leave before getting some toast and leaving the flat, locking it on his way out.

Now that he thought about it, things had been going missing and moving even though he was sure he knew where he had put things. for example, he was always sure to leave the remote on the coffee table, so why had it been in the kitchen yesterday. Not to mention that he had lost two pens and a highlighter, although they should be in his desk draw, no questions asked. His bag moving wasn't new, although he hadn't known it to be hung up. It was usually just small movement like the other side of the couch or perhaps by the front door. He thought about what other things had happened since... since Kyrie's funeral. He didn't think there was a connection, how could there be. Maybe talking to his friends would help him clear it up.

He continued to think of this as he made his way through the building, greeting passer bys or avoiding people that may want to have a fight with him. He noticed some of Kyrie's friends were still mourning, even though it had been a week, but of course, Nero was also still grieving. He blamed himself for not protecting her, or doing something and he was getting fed up with people saying that there was nothing he could have done, even though he was right freaking there! Calming himself down before he entered the room, he took a deep breath and opened the door, his eyes instantly drawing to his friend.

"Hey, it's bleach boy!" Rey shouted, his firey red hair spiking up in it's usually way. He had been one of the boys to hit on Kyrie and had called him bleach boy because his hair was white, which Nero was not pleased about and had said that it was better then looking like his head was on fire, which got them into a fight, rolling on the floor exchanging insults, punches and kicks before they were separated ad told that if they continued this, they would be band from entering the café. Afterwards they had talked a bit and Nero saying that it was his natural hair colour, which Rey was impressed about and thought that it must be pretty cool, while he was also impressed that Rey's hair was natural too. Small world eh?

"Shut up fire top, I've got something to ask ya." Nero said, taking the seat next him on the back row. They always sat there since when ever they decided to start talking, the teacher never seemed to notice or didn't care.

"Sure, what's wrong?" He asked, turning to face him with a grin on his face. Nero wouldn't usually ask him of all people since he usually just played up or gave him a nonsense answer that was less helpful then not knowing in the first place. But, he had no one else he could think of, so here goes nothing.

"Well, some weird stuff has been happening since Kyrie's funeral. Like, my stuff moving around or it going missing and I can't find it anywhere. I'm not kidding either. I mean, I woke up and saw three books open on my desk when there was nothing there when I had gone to sleep. So, what do you think is up." Rey looked at him with wide eyes, before looking confused. He sighed and slung a arm around his friends arm, pulling him closer so only they could hear.

"Well Nero, it sounds to me like your place might be haunted." He said simply. "I can't actually believe you didn't add two and two together and get ghost. Seriously, I'm not paranoid even after being in this class, but sheesh, unless you have some person come into your place in the middle of the night, what else could it be?" Nero looked at him before thinking it over. It could be possible he guessed, but he thought that if I ghost was in his place, wouldn't it have made itself known quite a while back, since he had been living it in for over a year now. Hey, he wasn't staying with his adoptive parents who couldn't give two damns about him, so he saved everyone the hassle and moved out now he was here. "Ask Mr. Fern about it, since he's all into the spiritual crap, he'll probably tell ya how to get rid of it before it causes any real harm. Don't want it finding your porn and making that disappear right?" This received him a hit to the head, but he was still laughing at how flustered Nero looked.

"Whatever. Class is starting Fire Top."

"Sure thing Bleach Boy."

Me: Sorry if it seems short, first chapter tend to be for me. Please Review as it makes me very happy and will make fan girl stop nomming my brain.

Dante: When do I come in on this?

Nero: Shut it old man. My place is haunted and your worried about when you get in?

Dante: ... I ask again, when am I getting in this?

Me: Soon soon. Now go entertain yourself with Nero. Until we meet again! Byebye!

*Dante chases after Nero in background*