I'm so sorry for the delay everyone! A lot of stuff has been going on Offline and Online. Offline, my final exams are coming up, my cat had kittens, my laptop crashed and I've been having to use my mother's horribly slow computer. I've I had a lot of trouble writing this chapter D:

Also, as a warning, this computer's keyboard hate's "D"s, so if there are any missing "D"'s in words, blame that.

Another thing, this chapter may be confusing without knowing the layout of what I immagine to be Credo an Kyrie's house, so I'll explain here cause I'm just that lazy. Okay, you have the front door, which opens into the living room. There is a wide archway leading into the dining room, nothing more (meaning that one could almost consider the living and dining rooms one and the same) To the left of the dining room, there is a door leading into the kitchen. Go strait through the kitchen and there is another door leading into a hallway which leads to the bedrooms (Kyrie's, Credo's, and Parent's). I don't really picture them having a very big house at this point in their lives. Yeah, it sounds complicated, but it's not if you can picture it. But I stink at explaining stuff.

One more thing and I'll shut up! This has not been proofread or anything, so it may be worse than the first chapter. But thank you all for the kind reveiws.

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I dug through my pockets, searching for the keys to my house. Apparently, my mother nor Kyrie were not home, or they were too preocupied to open the door. I dug in my back pocket...nothing. I reached into my breast pocket...still nothing! I grumbled as I once again knocked on the door.

"Mom! Kyrie! Is anyone home?!" I yelled. I banged on the door again, when I suddenly heard someone call out from behind me.

"Credo!" I turned around and saw a blur of auburn, brown, and white; Kyrie was running at me full speed with a large brown bag in her arms.

"Kyrie! Where were you?" I asked. She sat the bag down and bent over, gasping for breath.

"I...had...to go...with mom to...get groceries..." she panted. She stood up strait, still breathing heavely, as she dusted off her white T-shirt. I smiled at her, in my mind debating on whether I should show her my acceptance letter or not, but I decided it would be best to wait untill our mother was home. Speaking of mother...

"Where's Mom?" I asked her as she pulled her own house keys out of her pant's pocket. Both I and Kyrie had our own spare house keys. Mother had a habit of running errands during the day and since she trusted us, she had given both of us spares in case we wanted to go out. She was rather paranoid about burgulars, so we had to lock the door when we went out.

"She went to visit dad." she said, unlocking the door and allowing her and myself entrance into the house.

"Did she get the right flowers?" I asked. Before his death, Father always loved the sight of the iris, for it reminded him of mother. Everytime we went to his grave, we would bring bundles of lovely little flower to rest on his gravestone. However, the last time we had gotten flowers, Mother's failing eyesight cause her to grab a bundle of lilies by accident.

"Yeah, I made sure this time." Kyrie laughed. I followed her through the living room, into the dining room. She sat the grocery bag down on the table as we both sat down. My stomach began growling loudly and I hoped she brought some easy-to-cook food. Sudenly, my mind wandered to the boy. That tiny boy with the snow-white hair...I wondered how he was doing. I was pretty sure he had used the money he had "found" for food; his stomach was growling like a rabid dog when I met him. Maybe I could go back and visit- a knock at the door interupted my thoughts. "I'll get it." Kyrie said, standing up and walking out of the dining room. I heard her open the front door, greeting our guest with a cheerful hello. I didn't find much interest in the fact that we had a guest. Unlike Kyrie who was a social little flower, I was always the quiet one prefering not to interact with people unless necessary. This guest, however, would prove to be quite different.

"Hi." an all too familiar voice spoke up. My eyes widened and I turned around, facing the living room. Kyrie's body was blocking my view of the visitor, but I could tell that it was a young boy. This could not be, it was not who I thought it was, and yet that bratty voice was unmistakable. But there was no reason for that street rat to come here, or so I thought. "I'm looking for someone named Credo. You see-" I heard jingling "-I found these, and they had that name on them, and this address, so I assumed they belong to someone here." Okay, that renewed all doubt I had that this visitor was him. This kid was way too polite to Kyrie. If it was the rat, he would have already smart-mouthed her...and gotten slapped.

"Yes, these are definatly Credo's house keys." I heard Kyrie giggle. "Thank you for returning them." she said.

"No prob." the boy said. They talked for a bit, nothing more than idle chit-chat. Loosing interest, I stopped listening untill I heard Kyrie invite the kid inside for something to drink.

"Yes, please." he said. Kyrie let out another little laugh. A small smile graced my lips. I loved hearing her laugh; it let me know she was happy, and if my dear little sister was happy, so was I. I listened to their conversation as the pair made their way toward the dining room. By this time, I had already turned back around, facing away from the front door, so I still had yet to get a better veiw of the visitor.

"So, what's your name?"

"Nero."

"That's an unusual name. I think I've heard it before somewhere though..."

"It means black in some other language. Well, that's what I was told, anyway."

I heard Kyrie giggle again, "That can't be it. You're nearly albino! Even your hair's white." Okay, that was it. I had to see this kid, for how many white haired children did you see on a daily basis? I turned around, and was met by an...expected surprise, if you will. Somehow, I knew it was him, but his politeness to Kyrie just didn't seem like something the little guy was capable of.

But there he was, still wearing those ratty, baggy clothes, his white hair hanging in messy strands infront of his azure eyes; the street rat was back. We looked at eachother at the same time, and almost emmediatly, his eyes narrowed to that same look of loathing they held earlier.

"So," I said, deciding to speak first, "Your name is Nero, huh?"

"So," he said, immitating me, "Your name is Credo, huh?" he smirked arrogantly.

"You two know eachother?" Kyrie butted in.

"You can say that." Nero said, not taking his eyes from me.

"We've met." I said, and our hateful staring contest continued. In my mind, I was laughing at just how evil this kid could look, but my stern expression remained. After all, I had to try and look threatening, no matter how bad I was failing; I just couldn't keep that hint of a smirk from my face. After another minute of glaring daggers, Kyrie broke the silence.

"So...uh, who wants tea?" she asked nervously.

"Me." Nero said, still not taking his eyes off me. I, on the other hand, decided to look at Kyrie.

"I would rather not have any." I said politely. It was strange, really. I felt an almost competetive need to be more polite than Nero. So far, I was doing good.

"Okay, so just one glass?" Kyrie asked. Nero nodded. "Well, Nero, why don't you come into the kitchen with me?" she said sweetly, 'Before you kill eachother' was the unspoken statement.

"Okay..." Nero mumbled. Both children walked to the kitchen, but just as he was going through the door, Nero did something that got my blood boiling:

He gave me the finger! That disrespectful little brat flipped me off over his shoulder! I could handle him cussing like a sailor, but when he basicly tells me to fuck off, that's when I get mad!

"Credo!" I was so angry, I didn't even notice my mother walk through the door untill she called my name. I turned to her, my anger replaced with the pride I had earlier as my eyes glimmered happily. I dug in my pocket for the note. My angry thoughts about the little white rat would have to wait. I had to show mother the Order acceptance letter; I was eager to see her proud face.

Once that was done, then I would plot my revenge.

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There you have it. Chapter two. I just thought it would be cute to have Nero be all polite and sweet to Kyrie, but then have him be a complete an utter asshole to Credo. XD

Next chapter will be better, I promise. :(