The Begining

Summary: This story started when my friend and I were looking through some Devil May Cry websites, and we realized that it is never actually stated how/when/where Kyrie and Credo met Nero. All we could find was that he was an orphan that they had found. With those tidbits of info, we got to work on a story.

Disclaimer: DO. NOT. OWN. Capcom does, lucky bastards.

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Never one to be full of pride, it was odd for me to be beaming with the emotion. I looked at the letter again, my eyes wide with excitement as I made my way down Main Street's sidewalk.

Credo,

You have been accepted for evaluation and training of The Order of the Sword. We congradulate you in this accomplishment, succeeding against all odds, winning over your class-mates at the tender age of 15. We of The Order could not be more proud.

Your training will start in a week. Be prepared, young one, for your life awaits.

-Gabriel, Order Official

I couldn't help but grin ear-to-ear. My life long goal was about to be accomplished! I would finally become a member of the Holy Knights! My father, had the man still been alive, would be so proud of me, as would my mother be when I got home. My mind wandered to my 9 year old sister and what she would think of it. Kyrie never was one for violence but the sweet little girl would probably still be proud of her big brother. She was proud of everything I did.

I was so lost in my own joyful thoughts, I never noticed the fast approaching footsteps behind me...

...untill something metal crashed into the back of my knee. I cried out as my legs gave way and I fell. I felt my head connect with conrete and stars flashed before my eyes. What the hell just hit me? I could hear nervous shuffling as my attacker knelt down beside me, apparently thinking I had blacked out. A tug at my pant's pocket quickly answered my question. A street rat apparently saw me to be a good target. Well, the bastard was about to be proven otherwise...

I windmill kicked to my feat, a loud yelp emiting from my attacker. 'This rat'll think twice about attacking me.' I thought, taking a fighting stance...only to see no one. I looked around, my attacker nowhere to be seen. A whimper at my feat caught my attention. I looked down, and was greeted by the bright blue eyes of a 6 year old...with a golf club. I could not help but stare at the boy, dumbfounded. He was small for his age, his skin pale and his hair white as snow. He would have looked like an upperclass family's kid, had he not been dressed in a ratty T-shirt and jeans that seemed two sizes too big. An overall cute kid, if not a little scrawny. The little pickpocket looked around, as if making sure no one had seen what he did, before turning on his heels and running. It must have been reflexes that forced me to snatch the collar of his shirt. He attempted to swing at me, but I simply grabbed his little fist. The kid was so tiny...

"Let go of me, you turd!" the boy screeched. I glared at him, tightening my hold on his hand.

"You know, boy, you should learn to better respect your elders." I said sternly. The boy only glared, attempting to tug his hand free. It didn't work.

"Okay." he said "Please let go of me." he growled those last words with malice. I smiled before releasing his hand. He pulled away quickly and backed away from me, glaring daggers my way. Suddenly, a loud gurgling growl erupted from his gut, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. Had the kid been trying to get money for food? Judging by his size and the growl of his stomach, it was likely.

"So, where do you live?" I asked him before mentally slapping myself. The kid wouldn't be hanging around this alley if he actually lived in a house! Nor would he be stealing money from people.

"I don't live nowhere." he said simply, stating what was, to me, the obvious.

"Do you have any form of shelter?" I asked. He shook his head and I sighed.

"Where are your parents?" I asked him. The boy cringed at the word 'parents'

" They left...and they're not coming back. The bad things got to them, and they left." he said, his voice changing dramaticly from what it once was. It was sad, much sadder than it was before, and deffinatly much sadder than any 6 year old's voice should be. He looked away from me, not saying another word. Bad things...demons perhaps? Whatever the "bad things" where, they must have killed or taken his parents.

"Well.." I said, kneeling down and trying to steer the conversation to something else. "Do you need food?"

"Yes, but I'm not going to take your damn charity." the boy said, his snappy tone returning. I quickly slapped his wrist.

"You shouldn't talk like that." I said. The boy growled, not saying a word. I reached into my pocket. Even if the kid said he didn't want anything, I was going to givehim money regardless. I pulled out a ten dollar bill and attempted to hand it to him. "Take this." I said.

"No!" the boy said "I said I don't need your goddamn money!" he batted my hand away, money and all. I scowled before standing up strait. This was only the second refusal, and I had already had enough. This boy's smart-ass attitude was starting to grate-away my nerves far too much.

"Fine." I growled, standing. If the kid was going to be stubborn, let him. I looked at him one last time before walking away. Yet I could not help but feel bad as I looked back over my shoulder, seeing the boy walking back into the alley from wence he came, gripping is stomach in hunger. There was no way he would accept money from me...but maybe if he found it. I looked at the money in my hand. He would probably take a ten dollar bill if he found it lying on the ground.

Without a word, I walked to the alley entrance, dropped the money, and walked away. I looked back after walking a few yards and saw a head of white hair poke out of the alley entrance. The little street rat walked out, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and picked up the money. He retreated back into the alley and I smiled. I had a feeling I would meet this kid again. As I walked away, I stopped as I realized something-

I never asked the boy his name.

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Yeah, first chapter. It sucks, I know, but this is my first attempt at EVER writing a fanfic so go easy on me. I tried to keep Nero (even though his name's not mentioned, I'm sure you all know who the boy is) and Credo in character by making Credo serious and Nero all stuborn and stuff.

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