Two years, huh? sorry about the lack of attention I've shown this story guys but I kind of lost interest in RWBY as a whole for a while and only recently got back into it. Recently I started playing a TTRPG based on the RWBY world and it really revitalized my interest in the series. Thanks for that by the way Mal (If you ever stumble across this lol). It also helps that I've gotten really into Bayonetta after refusing to play it for years. So yeah basically what I'm trying to say is I apologize for my absence and promise to write more for this story, which is more than I can say for my other project on this account. I'd also like to take some time to address some of the reviews I received on the last chapter, some questions and concerns from some readers that I feel are pretty valid.
GenieNight08: Nero is definitely strong enough to take out a Beowulf from RWBY proper, yes. Hell he could probably take out that big dragon Grimm from Volume 3 just on the basis of him being like borderline galaxy level based on what the VS. battles wiki. However it is not my intention to use the Grimm as they are shown in the Show, as demonstrated by how I tried to characterize them as more of a threat in the first chapter. Also keep in mind that something may be special about that Beowulf that Nero fought eh? It is my intention however to use the high action and ridiculous scenes that are showcased in the DMC series and Bayonetta to characterize and demonstrate certain parts of their abilities.
Josephantom: Personally I like the scene where he gets flustered at Gloria in DMC 4 so I use that as a source of inspiration and a way to differentiate him from Dante. Also does anyone else find it super interesting that that flustered nature completely disappears when he's around demons? like during the Bael fight he's completely unaffected by their charms? I just think its a fun bit of characterization and I tried to emulate it, lol.
anyway without further ado, please Read and Review and i hope you enjoy.
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Icy blue eyes fluttered open slowly and immediately she squinted in protest as a harsh ray of sunlight snaked through the cream colored curtains and blared into her face. Growling quietly in frustration she stumbled out of bed, shivering slightly at the cold air that rushed past her bare arms. She had barely taken off the jacket Kyrie had given her before crashing into sleep's warm embrace in jeans and a tank top. She stepped forward and adjusted the curtains, effectively dealing with her little lighting issue before turning around and flopping back unto the warm covers of her new bed, only sleep did not come back to greet her as she was already wide awake.
A sigh escaped her lips, thoroughly annoyed, and she moved to her door. She spared a quick glance at the empty bed on the other side of the spacious guest room. While she had been well enough after a minimal recovery period to be fully discharged, Yang had not been. In fact, she still had yet to even wake up and it has already been a little over a week.
A soft rapping echoed in her ear as the wooden door opened slowly and cautiously, "Weiss?" Kyrie's voice chimed in a melodic tone, "are you decent?"
"Yes," Weiss answered vaguely, still focused on her last remaining teammate and friend.
The door opened fully showing the brightly shining Kyrie, her face was youthful and excited yet she gave off an air of maturity and warmth, she may not look like it but Kyrie was a mother at heart. "Good morning," Weiss tried to sound genuine but her voice betrayed her and Kyrie's face faltered momentarily before immediately steeling into a determined expression.
"Oh well that's no good," she muttered with a huff, seeming to consider the white haired girl with a soft but thorough stare, "Come on sweetie we're gonna go make breakfast," she said, leaving no room for argument as she softly grabbed the heiress by the hand and guided her through the building.
She had gotten the full tour the night before when they got back from the hospital. It was a small little house, by her standards anyway, two stories with the ground floor being comprised of a large family room with one set of stairs to the second floor, a kitchen that led directly into the garage on one side and the other side led to a large hallway with a good number of smaller rooms. Basically floor one was what comprised the orphanage, everything needed to take care of the children.
The second floor, however, was quite a bit smaller, only four rooms and one bathroom overall, not including the other guest room she and Yang had crashed through. One room was for Kyrie and Nero, the master bedroom, the other was for Nico and the WY duo had been given the last guest room. The other room was supposedly the office for Nero and Nico's shared business, what that business was or how they operated was not divulged to her and she hadn't really bothered asking.
"Oh don't worry about them," Kyrie said, noticing Weiss pause momentarily as they passed, "They left an hour ago, some business deal to negotiate or whatever," she said in a bubbly tone.
The rest of the morning went by rather quickly, Weiss explained to Kyrie that she had never actually cooked before and Kyrie had proceeded to take the reins and officially educate the heiress of the intricacies of the culinary arts. After about thirty blurry minutes of the hardest work she'd ever done the table was set and full of various kinds of breakfast foods ranging from a simple omelet to a large platter of homemade blueberry waffles stuffed with cream cheese bacon and syrup, a waffle sandwich if you will. Just as she questioned if they'd done enough the children burst out into the room with wide eyed joy and wonder.
"Dig in guy's, there's plenty to go around," Kyrie chirped, her face was dotted with flour and glistened with sweat yet she had the biggest smile ever. And the kids instantly obliged, jumping into their seats and devouring their food. One girl took to sitting right by Weiss and just had to tell her about her day so far. She had learned, through the insanely fast ramblings of the child, that her name was Denise and her favorite animal was a unicorn.
"Oh please Deni leave Weiss alone," the resident mother laughed at the antics of the young girl, "we don't wanna babble her ear off her first day here now do we?"
'Deni,' as Kyrie called her, whined in protest. Weiss's mouth moved before she could catch it, "Don't worry, I don't mind," she paused, considering her words before she realized she really didn't mind. When did that happen?
"Yay!" Deni hollered in delight and proceeded to babble at insane speed to her new friend. And not for the first time that morning, Weiss's heart twisted with nostalgic agony as she was reminded again of the babbling of her fallen leader.
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"So," Nico thought aloud, sending a knowing glance over to the mirror where she saw Nero, tools out and fiddling with the jukebox as his brow quirked in intrigue, "Kyrie's been really happy the past few days"
Nero hummed in agreement, pausing for a moment then glaring over at his southern accented partner, trying to see past her and peer into her soul to get a look at her motives, "Yeah?" He said, testing a button on the jukebox, his current favorite song began playing quietly and he smiled as he put the tools away and strolled back to his seat, "What's your point?"
Nico laughed heartily, "please Demon boy," she saw him bristling as she smirked in thought, "My room's right next to yours, I hear everything." Nero groaned in frustration, rolling his eyes at just how immature she could be at times.
"And?" He said exasperated, "I fail to see how this is your business," Nico scoffed and lit up a cigarette.
"It's not, eh?" She said before taking a deep drag and contentedly sighing in appreciation as the gentle wave of nicotine washed over her, "shoulda been quiet then"
Nero took the cigarette from her lips, ignoring the indignant, "hey!" And threw the cancer stick out the window. "Fine, grumpy! I won't talk about it, but all's I was gonna say was I don't think I've ever seen her that happy, whatever you were doing worked like a charm." She said, lighting another cigarette in frustration and making sure to keep it far from her partner/boss as she drove. "Douche." She huffed as the duo settled into an awkward silence, the ferry to the mainland in sight.
Nero hesitated, his mind drifting back to the demoness from that night. Cinder. He had told Kyrie of the encounter he had with the woman, including the more… awkward tension between the two demons. She had taken it quite well, telling him she knew he would never act on such instincts, even under a spell and that she trusted him. He knew the woman was strong, there was no way he'd have fallen for her charm so easily otherwise. But what were the extent of her powers? Did she just use them to lure men to their deaths? Using their libido to trap them and slit their throat? Or did she syphon their life force? He remembered Dante telling him a story about one of those before, "What info do we have on succubi?" He asked the irate mechanic, her eyes shooting him a harsh glance before focusing back on the road.
"Why do you wanna know?" She growled, "Did dogbreath turn you on?" Nero rolled his eyes at her ridiculous antics and moved to the back of the van, where they kept their 'records' of demons, new and old.
"Clearly," he stated blandly, sarcasm rolling easily off his tongue as he scanned through their modest library, "Is it possible for a succubus to transfer the power they steal?" he called up to the front of the van. His fingers traced over the spines of a few different books before his eyes fell on a very specific book.
"Where the hell did that come from?" Nico exclaimed, giving him an astonished look through the mirror. Nero snapped out of his musings and grabbed their general bestiary and moved back to his seat.
"Pupper got stronger after i put a few bullets into him," answered the son of Vergil as if it were the most obvious thing in the world and the mechanic scoffed. After a few minutes of silence apart from the occasional flipping of a page Nico suddenly shouted out,
"I don't know, maybe?" Nero jumped slightly, forgetting the conversation was still going, "In any case a lot of demons get stronger as you fight 'em don't they?" Nero laughed quietly as the van pulled up to the entry gate of the ferry.
"Not like this one," he said, giving the ferryman the papers for their trip, "I mean it would be one thing if it just got a quick powerup, a last resort of power before i put it down for good," Nero remembered the shock he felt when the thing managed to maneuver him until he was quite literally cornered, "It got smarter, like it evolved suddenly over the fight." The ferryman quirked a brow at the two, handing the papers back and motioning them over to a reserved spot near the front, a reward for Nero helping out the guy's family a year or so back.
"So you think this Cinder gal is a Succer, one who sicced her puppy on you to what, test you or somethin'?" Nico asked, turning the Van off and facing the young man.
"Eh, more or less," Nero stated off-hand, his face scrunching in concentration as he read on. Nico groaned in exasperation and moved back to her workstation. Nero meanwhile read through his book, his mind drifting back to what Cinder had said about Weiss, or rather, what she hadn't said. Why did she want her?
Despite his rather cautious nature, one learned over the course of his first unofficial meeting with the man he now knew as his father, he had to admit Kyrie was right in her assumptions. Weiss was harmless. She may have some form of experience with demons, though if he remembered correctly she had called them Grimm a few times, whatever the hell that was, and she even claimed to have some combat prowess.
Nero found himself wondering just how dangerous a 4'11" 111lbs girl could possibly be, even with some form of demonic blood coursing through her veins. He'd have to ask her to spar sometime soon, if for no other reason than to test her claims. He sighed and set down the book, business came first and right now that meant paying the broker a visit.
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Weiss Schnee sat contently on a rather comfortable couch, the young Denise sitting close by as the television played an entertaining, if utterly ridiculous show. The older kids, roughly 13 years of age, had said it was an Anime called, "Bobo's Strange Journey," or something like that, she hadn't really been able to hear over the younger kids fighting over what game they were going to play outside. Weiss sighed, a tiny smile danced at her lips as she took in the homely atmosphere.
Kyrie had asked her to keep an eye on the kids for a bit while she cleaned the mess of the kitchen, Weiss had been hesitant at first, not sure if she could take the high energy of the kids for long but slowly realized that despite herself, she really didn't mind at all. It wasn't long but eventually the smiling face of Kyrie peeked through the door.
"Alright guys, I'm gonna have to steal Weiss for a bit," came the soft but commanding voice of Kyrie. Deni looked sad but Weiss quickly said she would love to talk more later which seemed to put her at ease. Kyrie led Weiss back to the kitchen, now crystal clean where she sat her down and moved to grab a cup for the white haired girl. "How do you take your coffee?"
"Cream and five sugars," Weiss answered shamefully. She had always scolded Ruby for her taste in coffee but in all honesty she had the same tastes. Her heart hurt to think about the young girl, a fond but broken smile set into her face.
"Same as Nico then," Kyrie smiled, her back turned and thus unaware of the melancholic mood of her company. She quickly got to work and before Weiss could really comprehend she had a cup of homemade hot coffee in her hands. "So Weiss, tell me more about yourself," Kyrie said, moving to take the seat across from the young woman.
"Erhm," she started lamely, not really sure where or even how to begin. She'd have to stretch the truth again, the thought of which made her stomach churn. She really wasn't even sure how to describe herself without mentioning her family, "what do you want to know?" She asked finally.
"Well, you said you have training fighting demons" Kyrie said, her hand toying with a strand of her auburn hair as she thought aloud, "who taught you how to fight?"
Weiss smiled, "My sister did," she had been strict of course, but Winter apparently hadn't felt comfortable leaving her training to anyone else in Atlas. Whenever she was alone, whether it was her father dragging Winter away when she was heiress or later when her duties at the academy, or even later her duties in the Atlassian military, Weiss was expected to run through what she had already been taught. The many situational fencing stances, the guards that helped her defend from certain attacks, the motions she was expected to execute perfectly in a fight.
Weiss's smile fell. Would she ever see Winter again? What happened to her at the fall of Beacon? Did Weiss fail her too? "S-she was a very good teacher," Weiss choked out carefully. A cold loneliness settled deep in her heart.
Kyrie nodded in understanding, "I think that's how Nero feels," Weiss met the auburn gaze of her company in surprise, "Nero's an orphan, Well, was an orphan I suppose? Long story short I brought him home one day and asked my parents to let him stay." she explained, her hands drifting along the emboldened words ' World's Best Mom' as she recollected the past with a pensive frown on her beautiful face, "he and my older brother Credo kind of hit it off right away, and Nero wound up begging him to train him. I think when Credo died he took it as his failure, his responsibility,"
Weiss considered the woman across the table with a surprised and confused expression, "Is that why he's so rude?" she blurted out without much room to think about who she was saying that too. Her eyes shot wide as she realized her mistake, but fortunately before she could move to apologize she heard a sound like melodic wind chimes as she saw Kyrie cover her mouth to suppress her giggles.
"He's not so bad when you get to know him," she said in between giggles, before long Weiss found her smile sliding back into place as a peaceful silence fell upon the two young women. The seconds ticked by with Kyrie sipping at her coffee, Weiss though found a lingering question pop into her mind.
"Hey Kyrie," She began, unsure how to ask the question, "Uh did you guys happen upon a sword after we showed up?"
Kyrie tilted her head in thought. Weiss began nervously tapping her fingers in anticipation. She'd been so occupied with Yang and the fall of Beacon she never thought to question where her 'Myrtenaster' had gone. The more she thought about it the more likely it became that she'd left it behind when she and Yang had jumped worlds, the thought filling her with a deep dread.
"No, I don't think so," Weiss's stomach dropped. The clawing hope that had been tearing it's way through her had just faded away. She heard the brunette call her name in worry but she couldn't help but let the tears fall.
"I-" she tried, her voice coming out a quivering mess. "I-i'm fine, It's just a sword anyway." Weiss knew Myrtenaster was more than 'Just a sword' but she doubted Kyrie would understand. It had been a gift from her sister but it was so much more than even that.
"I understand," Kyrie said, resting her hand atop Weiss's own. For a moment she worried she'd been speaking aloud but shook it off as simple paranoia, "Actually Nero has the same kind of connection to his weapons."
Weiss flashed back to the southern accented mechanic comparing her to the scowling Devil Hunter. "I guess we are a lot alike then?" she thought aloud. She made the mental note to try speaking to the man more when they returned from their 'Business trip,'