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One Too Many

The Order (of the Sword)

To Whom It May Concern:

If you are reading this letter, then my husband and I are dead. The little boy you're currently holding is Nero; he was born July 31, 1980. I hoped for him to be raised by his godfather but it is no longer an option. Please let him know that he is loved, I left another letter for him to read when he is mature enough to handle it. Please, take good care of him.

His leg bounced impatiently, his pencil was held tightly every once in a while blue with barely noticeable tinges of green eyes would look at the clock impatiently. An auburn haired girl sitting next him glanced at the impatient boy, her brown eyes flickered to the board where an irritated instructor looked like he was about to burst a blood vessel.

Tic, tic, tic, tic, tic…pencil continued its pattern, loudly. It was a battle of wills, who would break first the instructor with a short fuse or the most impatient student known to man? Only two minutes to go, Kyrie sweat-dropped when the chalk and pencil snapped simultaneously under the pressure. The instructor spun around no doubt ready to box Nero's ears when the bell rang and Nero was already out the door with an extremely sarcastic comment involving his poor teaching skill and his age. Kyrie followed her best friend, she gave the instructor an apologetic look her friend's behavior.

"Nero was that really necessary," Kyrie said when she caught up with him on his way to the orphanage.

The nearly nine years old scoffed, "It ain't my fault the old codger is more boring than Credo and that's sayin' something! That pain in the ass can make anything boring."

"That's not true, I remember just yesterday you were so eager what he had to say the order."

Nero rubbed his nose trying hard to cover his blush, Kyrie only giggled at her best friends expense. They walked quietly together; sometime during their long walk toward the orphanage Kyrie linked their hands together. She knew he didn't like it there and he made it no secret either. He would spend as much time outside as he could, he would usually stay at her house talking or doing their homework together. Credo would usually take Nero back to the orphanage, sometimes Nero would stay past curfew and one of the sister's would have to come and drag him back by the ear.

"I'll see you tomorrow, I guess." Looking at the orphanage, she could see why Nero would hate it. It was so dreary, lifeless and the strict knuckle bruising sisters wouldn't make it any better.

"Bye Nero," her house wasn't very far away so she wouldn't have walk much, Nero would have walked with her but he was in enough trouble as it is and he didn't want Kyrie to feel guilty if he got in more trouble for walking her home. Nero faced the orphanage like it was his worst nightmare; he dragged his feet all the way until he made it to his shared room of ten other boys luckily it was empty. Nero sat on his bed and slouched, he could hear the other boys playing outside. There nothing to do, his beat up backpack was filled a ton of worksheets and ready materials that had to be done by the end of the week but there was no way in hell he would do that.

The minutes ticked by, Nero tossed and turned on his bed boredom clearly etched on his bed. The sound of the clock ticking grew louder until finally Nero stood up, screw his punish he was going out! Nero grabbed his sweater and left without another look back, tomorrow he would be turning nine which meant he was getting closer to the age when he could finally induct himself in the Order of the Sword. He had been working out extra harder these past few months, he thought maybe if he proved himself he would be let in a year earlier than usual.

Nero stuffed his hands in his pockets letting his feet lead the way; he started kicking a rocking absentmindedly thinks of what he needed to work on. His aiming could use a bit of work; his right arm was stronger than his left so he needed work on that as well. His endurance wasn't up to the requirement levels so definitely needed work on that.

Clack, the rock had smacked against a metal bar, the metal bar that was attached to the locked gates entrance of Fortuna Cemetery. Nero felt a pang in his heart; he quickly stuffed away the feeling even though he thought it wasn't very fair that his parents were dead. He walked away looking angry at the world. There were times when he thought he remembered his parents; in his dreams he would see red hair or brown eyes filled with mischievous laughter.

When Nero was five, back before he met Kyrie and Credo, he used to have the boy's quarters to himself. He was always by himself, one night he had wonderful dream. It seems so long ago; just before he drifted off to sleep he heard male voice whisper to him, "Don't tell your mother, it's just between us guys, no girls." As he sunk further into dreamland a woman softly hummed to him, he just knew that it was his parents' voices that he heard. For a long time he had been unnerved until he went to one of the nicer Sisters, she explained that the Savior had shown him mercy by allowing him to remember his parents and that he should cherish these memories.

If he tried hard he could see a green light and someone screaming.

He was sulking, he knew it but right now at this moment he didn't really care. He continued walking with no direction in mind. He huffed when he noticed the sun was setting, no doubt one of the screaming and ear twisting banshees will be looking for him. Nero scowled knowing not only would he have his knuckles bruised but his ass would be sore until next week. Those paddles stung!

Nero was already rubbing his soon to be abused ass-cheeks, he stopped however when he felt his hand throb painfully. The throb was centered on the back of his right hand where is birthmark resided; Nero examined it noticing the area was inflamed and irritated. He rubbed hoping to reveal the pain, the pain subsided a little. He decided to head back to the orphanage; maybe the hags hadn't noticed he was missing. Yeah, right.

"Ah!" Nero fell to his knees clutching his hand close to his chest. It felt like his hand had but been dumped into pool of acid, Nero barely had anytime to register the snarl. He rolled clumsily away just in time to avoid a scarecrow's vicious swipe. The scarecrow giggled, his scythe-like leg remained stuck on the floor. He tried to ignore the throbbing knowing he only had one shot to do this. He backed away just as the scarecrow freed its leg, the demon stumbled still giggling. When Nero thought he had gotten far enough away from the demon he ran towards the demon gaining momentum and jumped his schools shoes slamming right into the demon's chest, he winced when he felt the blade cut the back of his thigh. Unable to catch himself Nero himself hit the floor but unlike the demon that lay temporarily motionless, he did a roll three times until he slammed against a tree. It was during that roll that he heard and felt something pop then proceed to snap.

Did he kill it? The motionless demon giggled slowly getting back up again, Nero was terrified. Its eerie left sent chills down his spine, he was going to die. His arm lay limply on his side robbing painfully all of over the place, the demon reared back preparing to strike and near closed his eyes bracing himself for inevitable.

It never came, although unknown to him at the time his magic and an unknown energy acted on itself protecting him. Blades formed slamming on the demon killing on two quick swipes; it took a toll on the poor child causing him to fall unconscious. As he fell unconscious a high ranking knight stood astonished, his sword remained forgotten and held carelessly. This knight was known as Sanctus, a well renowned knight of Order of the Sword. As he approached to the unconscious child he saw the energy sword shatter, he looked at the demon examining it shoes imprints were on its chest and two slash marks were on its head and chest. The fifty-something year old man carefully carried the child making sure not to jostle the child's wounds.

"Such talent and raw power," Sanctus murmured. "You will definitely be accepted into our ranks easily. I wonder though, were exactly a child like you came across such power."

Nero woke up groggily and sore, "Nero!"

"Hu-ow!"

"Sorry," Kyrie apologized, her brown eyes red from bruised from crying and lack of sleep. "I'm just so glad you awake! You have been sleeping for three days."

"Oh, sorry for worrying you guys," Nero saw that he was back in the orphanage. Credo was leaning back against a wall while Kyrie's parents were discussing in the corner but stopped when they noticed him staring.

"It's okay," Kyrie's mom approached them smiling widely, her dad walked over to talk to Credo who stiffened but nodded nonetheless. "Are feeling okay, nothing hurts right? You broke and dislocated your arm, is it throbbing? Do you need some water? Hungry?"

Nero squirmed uncomfortably not use to someone acting motherly to him, "Slow down, hun' your overwhelming the poor boy!"

"Kyrie, we're getting Nero some breakfast." Credo was already walking out when he called over causing Kyrie who didn't like being left behind to scramble after him.

"Nero," he looked at them curiously. It was obvious that old man didn't want Kyrie to know what they were going to discuss. Credo getting him breakfast, ha! Who was he fooling? "Sanctus came to us, since we are the only ones that actually know you if you had any guardians apparently he had something to discuss with them but we had told you were an orphan. You see, Sanctus saw you take a demon and could see that you had some talent. Talent that should not be wasted," Nero's eyes widened. Him, talented!? Sanctus, the best of all holy knights, thought he had talent! "However the Sisters, your guardian denied the offer."

All that hope had risen deflated, Nero slumped, crushed, all his work but nothing to show for it.

"Um, Nero," Kyrie's dad started again, while his wife was grinning ear to ear. "I, um, we were discussing if you…that is to say…would like to live with us? That way you can start your training as a Holy Knight." The old man quickly said looking away revealing only red ears.

"Well?" She was still smiling but faded away when Nero remained silent his gaze focused on his lap.

His hand clenched the thin bed sheet; distantly he could hear that humming again. Nero always heard when he was distressed. He felt his eyes begin to sting, he remembered all those days when parents would come adopting some other kid while sat alone thinking something he was missing something or that something was wrong. The sisters seemed to think so with constant bitching about every single thing he did wrong! He even heard one of the prospective parents murmuring about how they'd adoptive him if he did something about his hair. If they wanted they should accept his fully, right?

"You don't have to if you don't want to."

Nero grabbed her hand before she could move away but said nothing hoping that they understood. He could feel his face begin to burn.

Credo saw his newly adopted brother look for the time nervous of his new home. Even though he has visited before he had never actually stayed overnight, Kyrie was all smiles. She was leading him to his new room while holding his hand. According to Sanctus Nero would be under his tutelage, the eighteen year old had high expectations from his younger brother. There was no way he was going to go easy on him; Kyrie laughed at one Nero's smartass comments. Oh yeah, he definitely not going easy on him.

He was corrupting his little sister! Next thing he would know Kyrie will start developing a crass tongue.

The Order of the Phoenix was in an uproar they had finally got a single from Harry but they lost it! They only had one more shot at this, Dumbledore had been hoping on getting back the lad before his letter of acceptance was sent but unfortunately it wouldn't be so. The child had gone missing the day Voldemort had killed Lily and James Potter. Sirius never got to chase and kill the traitor Peter Pettigrew do to his desperation in finding his godson alive and healthy, thus had been able to prove his innocence and reveal the traitor. Dumbledore thought it was good thing Harry had gone missing – not that a missing baby good or anything but because if Harry hadn't gone missing Sirius might have been charged for a crime he didn't commit and nobody would have known who the true culprit was.

"Isn't there anyway to find the signal," Remus asked tiredly having just managed to calm down one furious Sirius Black.

Dumbledore was about to shake his head when he stopped, "…actually there it."

Sirius perked up looking hopeful.

"…but the spell is complicated and might lead to dead end."

"What you mean, professor." Molly inquired face etched in worry, having seven children was often referred by certain children as a smothering, overbearing mother bear. So the thought of a child missing was a cause for worry. Anything could be happening to the poor child! Her motherly instincts had left her in a nearly panicked stated when she felt like the child was in mortal danger. Call her crazy but she just knew three days ago Harry had been serious danger!

"The spell needs something that belongs from the one we're are searching. However," Dumbledore spoke a little louder before Sirius had a chance to interrupt. "A specific potion needs to be brewed." At this Severus sneered at Sirius no doubt ready to make a snarky remark when Dumbledore continued once more, "but the spell might just end up leading us to Lily's sister or some distant relative since we don't have any hairs from the boy. We can work around it but like said before; it will lead to possible dead ends."

"I have some of his hair!" Everyone looked weirdly at Sirius, even Remus. "What? Oh guys are gross, you see when I couldn't find Harry, I turned into Padfoot thinking maybe I could find his scent and follow it. I only found his comb, I haven't…I couldn't throw it away."

Remus gave his friend a sympathetic pat, he couldn't have been able to throw it away either.

"Good, normally the spell would work the other way around since all the spell would do is lead us back to the parent…but since of certain circumstances it should work."

"If it doesn't, then there is always the Hogwarts letters."

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A/N: Okay so it's a day late. Well technically speaking I was only late be a few minutes. Look, I gave a nice loner chapter then normal. That make's up for it being late, right? This isn't helping my case right. Alright, we are approaching the time skip alright and certain Devil Hunter will be making some appearances.