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Since I've forgotten to keep writing this part I'm starting now...

Challenge accepted from Gin no Kaze.

One Too Many

Bonding Time with the Godfather

"Here!"

A five year old Nero shoved a *bracelet at the a little auburn haired girl, her elder looked down at him with a scowling face. She only looked at him wide-eyed; Nero was looking down with a flushed angry face that quickly turned in a wince when the Sister holding his shoulder tightened her grip.

"I'm sorry I pushed you on the floor and got your stupid dress all dirt – Ow! What the hell – Ow! I said I was s – OW!" Scowling Nero pulled himself away from the angry Sister and caretaker known as Ms. Terrance who had been holding him with a bruising grip. "Bitch," he muttered only to receive a harsh slap behind his head; he looked angrily at the woman and quickly swallowed down the nasty retort bubbling in the tip of tongue. He knew that stare, and it meant business.

He reluctantly he turned back to the tear streaked little girl who holding the bracelet in her hand in awe. He blushed furiously and repeated what he had been forcibly rehearsed with Ms. Terrance, "I'm sorry I pushed on the floor that was very insincere of me. I shouldn't have done that. Please accept this traditional gift of apology in the Fortuna Orphanage. There charms together mean I'm sorry, but individually mean…" He looked up at Ms. Terrance pleadingly in hopes that she understood that he had gotten the message of humiliation already but instead was met with a harsh stare.

He sighed and continued his recitation, "It means protection, compassion, and lo…, urgh can I go now!" His face flushing beat red so much that his freckles had all but disappeared, but he wasn't the only one blushing now. Little girl looked redder than her auburn hair behind her brother was smirking at the boy's humiliation.

"T-th-thank you Nero," the girl whispered.

"Uh…you're welcome."

Nero stared unblinking at the dusty ceiling, his blue eyes hard and unwavering. He turned his head slowly to the side and saw a snoring red head drooling on his pillow; he looked back up the ceiling with exhausted eyes. He was poison, everyone close always went away in the end. His first parents before he could even grasp what the word parent meant, the first he ever dared to call 'mom and dad' died protecting him from demons, Credo died protecting him, Kyrie almost died just because he loved her, and now here was this man claiming to be his Godfather. It was strange that he was having such a big inner conflict excepting this man as family when he so easily excepted Dante as his uncle (although he never expressed the notion allowed, Savior forbid Dante actually hears him say Uncle and Dante in the same sentence!). But it was different because Dante was…well he's Dante! He can take care of himself, he doesn't need to worry about him dying so unexpectedly and leave him wondering where he stood.

Scowling he stood up silently in a near catlike precision, his steps measured not one step was moved without a purpose. He quickly grabbed his notes and Red Queen's case then proceeded to head to the library where he spent of his time.

Nero knew how he came off as to his current company. He was rude, sarcastic, a loner, and bit of a smartass – that is from what he heard from the not so quiet meeting sessions of the Order of the Phoenix, and he agreed wholeheartedly. Except maybe the rude part, if he knew one thing he was not rude! Ms. Terrance did not beat the leaving shit out of him teaching him manners for nothing. Manners were drilled so harshly into his brain that politeness was his default emotion when he didn't know what to do or say. Almost all the kids in Fortuna Orphanage were as polite as can be. You would be too if you knew the consequences for unruly behavior. (Apology bracelet be the damned that woman hit hard!).

When he was young, Nero always used to wonder if his birth parents were intelligent people. He always got things in his first try and quick-witted too, (but not very patient) that's why he was always impatient and smart mouthed his teachers. It was also the reason why he rose quickly into the ranks of the Order of the Sword.

Of course Nero being the stubborn person that he is would drag his feet when forced to do anything he doesn't want to. So it stands to reason that Nero would only study fifteen percent of the fifty percent he normally uses when he's cramming.

Right now Nero had the Red Queen dismantled for an upgrading session and had her spread out on the Black Family library study table (or whatever the hell it was called). The tiny microscopic notes he jotted down were tossed to the aside on the sofa he had been sitting on. His cornflower blue eyes were narrowed at the handle of the blade.

It was dirty…his eyebrow twitched in annoyance at the tiny speck of blood on it. It was gonna rust!

"Aren't you supposed to be studying or better yet, sleeping?"

"Already did," he answered both questions with a pointed finger to the organized mess on the sofa. He grabbed a rag and began his meticulous ritual of cleaning off the tiny speck of blood. "Are you here to finally do that bonding chick-flick crap with me?"

"I don't know what you mean by that…" Sirius stated slowly.

Nero sighed looking at him with irritation after he placed the now spotless handle-piece back down. "I mean that girly bromance thing that men have to 'get to know each other better'."

"Well since you put it like that, then no." Sirius stated bluntly as he crossed his arms.

"Good, I don't need you going all gay on me. Not that there's anything wrong with that, it's just weird. Emotional crap is for the softhearted." He collapsed on the couch with an exhausted exhale. Sirius could note the dark circles under his blue eyes accentuating his pale skin and light freckles across the bridge of his nose. His eyes wary but filled with hard learned lessons.

After a brief moment of hesitation Sirius sat down next him in a comfortable distance, Nero only gave him a glance from the corner of his eye before looking back to where he had before. "You don't want to be here," Sirius sighed.

"No."

"I wish I could tell you that you'll love it once you get around the concept of magic but I don't think you ever will. You have already established your own life and personal views…your mother, Lily, was like that. Once she had set something in mind she never turned back on it." Sirius said softly looking at his hands as spoke of his long since dead friends missing the sharp look that Nero had cast his way. "She was so stubborn really surprising to us all that she even chose to stay with James when she hated him so much during our schooling years. I guess perspectives change as you get older."

Nero shifted, his eyes now focused on the ceiling. Sirius looked at him too see and unknown emotion flickering in the younger male. "Did she…did she regret having me? I wasn't her husband's son, as you can no doubt tell."

"No!" Sirius looked at him wide-eyed, not understanding why Nero would feel to question his mother's love for him. Nero only wanting to know if his mother was quick to leave him behind in an orphanage when he had godfather had ever loved him, did she know he had demon's blood in him? "She loved you! Everything she did was for you, I don't pretend to understand why Lily did a failsafe like that but I know she loved, so much that she was scared to show your true parentage to James in fear that he would cast her aside or possibly make her give you away! She didn't want to lose you. Of course that had to be the one stupid idiotic thing she'd ever done. James loved you, and he always knew (or strongly suspected) that you weren't his but that never stopped him from caring for you."

"I swear you knew that he wasn't your father! You were always moving away from him, that probably was a big clue to him. A magical child never attaches properly to the parent in the beginning stages when the parent isn't related by blood – it common knowledge in pureblood society. Lily didn't know that of course, and James deluded himself into believing you just loved your mother more."

"Huh…so we are having a chick-flick moment."

Sirius scowled at the smartass comment.

"Why are you my godfather and not that Remus guy?"

"Remus couldn't named as your Godfather even though Lily and James wanted to name him and me as your godfathers but there are laws that prevent him from being named godfather. You see…"

"He's a werewolf."

"Yes…wait how do you know that?" Sirius looked at him weirdly.

"You mean besides the obvious golden eyes…that's my secret."

"Right…well there are rather unfair laws placed against 'half-breeds'," Sirius air-quoted angrily, thinking of how much contributions Remus has made in society. He was smart and could do so much if only he was given a chance! He missed Nero flinch at the mention of 'half-breeds' and right fist clenching in anger.

They remained silent after that, Nero fiddling around with random part and Sirius lost in his memories of simpler times.

"Who's the man in red anyways?" Sirius asked abruptly after fifteen minutes passed of silence.

"The Old Man," Nero tersely responded his movement became jerky at the sudden interrogation.

"No I mean, what's his name and what does he have to do with you."

"Name's Dante and he's…a business part of sorts," he answered evasively. "…this is getting awkward." He muttered under his breath, he looked over the dismantled parts; nodding to himself and began putting the objects back together.

"I thought you said that was a sword?"

"It is."

"Why is it broken then?"

"It's not, it's dismantled…look is this going anywhere? Or are you just doing that annoying small talk thing to make it less awkward because it's only making it more awkward."

Sirius stood and getting ready to leave. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to talk."

Nero sighed, "Wait…its weird okay. Don't force it."

Sirius just smiled and nodded in agreement. "For the record…you and I bonded if Remus asks. He's kind of girly about that stuff; I don't want him nagging at my ear."

Nero stayed in the Black Library finishing up his upgrades. Nero stood with Red Queen pointed at an imaginary enemy and swung it carefully to get a feel of its weight and balance. One misplaced part could possibly make a simple battle into a catastrophic one. He probably won't even need her, never hurts to be safe than sorry. Not that he ever unarmed what with the Devil Bringer being his arm, and Blue Rose constantly on his person at all times. As he secured Red Queen in her case something jingled and fell on her.

It was a bracelet, his eyes filled with nostalgic humor. He still couldn't believe she kept for so long. Even after he called an "ugly girl with cooties, and ew don't touch me!" which he afterward pushed her on the muddy floor. Almost got his ass handed to him that day by an angry overprotective Credo, but it seemed getting his ass paddled into next week prior to being taught a lesson of humiliation sufficed. He picked up the small bracelet and frowned, she added something. He blushed upon realizing the added charm changed the meaning entirely.

He shoved the bracelet in his pocket, grabbed the case murmuring to himself as he went back upstairs to catch a quick nap before breakfast, "Women."

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*I wonder if anyone even noticed the mention of the gift Kyrie had given Nero. Well if you were curious, there you have it. LOL, no one noticed :)

A/N: So...wow, it's been a whole month since I last update. Jeez, for the record it wasn't writer's block. Nope, it was essays. Why the hell do I want to major in English again? Someone please remind me...oh right never mind -_-' So finals are next week, and after that winter break WOO! More writing time, yay! So don't expect an update until next week after wednesday. I can't wait I got this really awesome idea for my final and I know I'm gonna nail it XD! This final is gonna be an easy anyone still here reading my babbles then here's my shamelessly advertising. I've started another fic and a one-shot, so if your interested go check it out, or not. I wonder if anyone even goes to the profile page and actually reads what the author has to say or just hide the bio like I do :P (because most of the time it's just crap filling empty space, and I am not the only one who thinks that!). Okay, I'm done. Well, until next time.