"So kid, are you going to pick any flowers? Or are we waiting for the florist to kick us out?" His uncle's voice startles the younger Devil hunter.

Nero sent a glare at his uncle and then scanned the flowers again. Daises, lilies, and sunflowers…none of these flowers fit Kyrie. He huffed and rubbed his face in irritation. He was about to move his right arm, but remembered that it was in a cast. Nero hated wearing this cast over his transforming arm, but he knew he had to keep it secret from the rest of the world. Especially Kyrie.

Right now his current frustration was picking up flowers and the old man was getting a little impatient. Dante sighed and patted his nephew's shoulders. "You're trying to find the perfect bouquet of flowers, I get it kid. I think Kyrie would be happy with whatever you get her."

"I know…but…" Nero groaned softly as he moved from another display, not even bothering to finish his sentence. He hardly noticed his uncle cross the room to check out some other displays. He checked the labels, which described the name of the flower, the species, and the meaning behind it.

Pansies…loving thoughts.

Magnolia…dignity.

Sweatpea…shyness.

Nothing seemed to fit her. Nero closed his eyes and sighed heavily. Damnit, this is impossible… Nero thought and ran his fingers through his hair. Why was getting flowers for a girl so hard? Then again, he supposed he was making it more difficult on himself because he wanted the perfect flowers for Kyrie.

"Hey kid, what about this one? Hibiscus, delicate beauty. Its red, that'd match her really well." Nero looked over his shoulder to see his Uncle pointing to another shelf of flowers. Nero raised his eyebrow and wandered over to see these Hibiscus flowers.

Admittedly, he was stunned by the red flowers that bloomed out of vases. It was brighter than Kyrie's long, reddish-brownish hair. It would stand out beautifully. And Kyrie is…a delicate beauty. Nero mused on this, his cheeks burned red at the thought of the girl. Nero looked to his uncle.

"These are perfect…damnit old man. You have good tastes." Nero whistled, impressed by Dante's decision. He folded his one arm across his chest. "I thought you couldn't even hold onto the ladies."

Dante smirked at him and patted the top of his head. "Maybe so, but I certainly can pick flowers for them."

"Sides, I can tell that you really adore Kyrie. I want my favorite nephew to be happy, you know?" Dante ruffled his hair and Nero scowled at him.

"Shut up old man. I'm your only nephew." Nero reminded him, punching his uncle's shoulder with his free arm.