A/N: FINALLY I'm updating this collection! Now, let me give you a decent little warm-up Nero Kyrie oneshot. I really love this pair. But then again, I'm a total dork for canon pairings. I finally got DMC 4 back from one of my friends, so after playing it again for awhile, I thought of some new N/K scenarios, so I'll spread them out {that's what she said} for you. Enjoy! This is slightly not canon. But barely.

"Nero?" Kyrie enquired the opera house quietly.

"Huh?" The boy gazed towards the entrance expectantly, thumping his foot as he saw the young woman. She strode towards him slowly, her hands clasped together. Nero smiled shyly as she sat next to him on a pew.

"Can't wait for the service to start?" she asked him with a warm grin. Nero blushed.

"Naw, just wondering about things." he said.

"Your arm?"

"Hm." Nero brought it up and clenched it. The bright blue hue shimmering in the light. "Not something I can forget." Kyrie bit her lip.

"It doesn't make you feel..." she began.

"Like a monster." Nero said flatly,shading his eyes. "It's obviously not normal. It scares people. I see it everyday, I can't get rid of it." he took a breath. "Sure, it kicks ass, but you know. I miss my old arm."

"I don't really think about it too much." Kyrie assured him softly.

"You don't have one." Nero said self-piteously.

"That's not what I meant," Kyrie said quickly. "I mean that I don't notice it when I'm with you." Nero looked at her.

"Yeah?" he asked, smiling. "Well, that's good." he touched his fingers along the palm of the devil bringer. "At least you don't."

"Credo?" Kyrie suggested, reading his thoughts.

"Sure." Nero shuffled irritably. "He gives me crap about it."

"Why?"

"I don't know." Nero growled. Kyrie looked at him warmly, trying to emphasize with his anger. She touched his arm, the left one, and felt the coolness of his silver rings. Nero grunted in recognition of her warmth, and the devil bringer shone brighter. He blushed. "Sorry."

"I'm not scared, Nero," Kyrie said. "you're not going to hurt me." Nero chuckled.

"Yeah. Guess not." he smiled at her affectionately. It was Kyrie's turn to blush, and she touched her hair nervously.

"Hey, Kyrie," Nero said. "do you think I got this from one of the demons by the hell gate?"

"Maybe," Kyrie said, breaking their moment of affection. "they could have infected you with something. I'm not sure." she looked confused. "I didn't know that could happen."

"Hm." Nero thought a moment. "Oh well. I guess I'm still alive, right?"

"Right." Kyrie grinned, and Nero gasped at her smile. She was almost as light as the devil bringer.

A/N: Whoa, that was one really lame little oneshot, eh? Whatever. I was just getting in the mood to write my next one {which actually has two parts} about Virgil and Nero, and their supposed relation. Because it seems like Nero is almost a carbon copy of Dante's brother.