Author's Note:

If you want it to be good, you've got to cut out and shove some scenes aside to benefit the overall anecdote. It hurts because some of it is good (and some of it isn't, and that's a bitter pill to swallow) and you've spent hours poring over them, moulding them into tiny puzzle pieces that would fit perfectly, only to find that your most valuable scenes don't make the cut for the end roll.

These are those scenes. Some are fleshed out, some are not; you'll be able to see the influence some of them had on the events and scenes that did make it into the actual fic.

Scene 1
Takes place when Kyrie calls Nero home and tells him Yamato pitched up. He lost Yamato?! you gasp. In the original version of the fic, yes, although it was more a case of it being stolen from him than him losing it. It was also my first encounter with my OC, whom is the daughter of Sparda. You'll know her as Ali in the fic. Here, on first appearance, she's referred to as Cheri, and comes forth as a bit too headstrong – the stereotype little sister similar to so many other fangirls's versions. Don't worry, she's undergone a major transformation. You guys will like her in the fic (I breathed some personality into her for you guys ;)

Reason this scene was cut: Cheri. I didn't like her at all. Didn't like the way she spoke to Vergil, didn't like the way she took charge, didn't like her introduction to me – and if I didn't like her, I doubt any of you guys would either. Also, Enji had no name at this point and I very creatively referred to him as Bee. (ha ha ha ha)

Nero stepped into the familiar warmth of his home. Kyrie met him at the door, her usually placid features creased with a concerned frown.

"Where is it?" Nero asked, closing the door quietly behind him. He allowed Kyrie to slide his coat off his shoulders, deep ocean blue eyes warily darting about the narrow hallway.

"They're in the lounge," Kyrie said timidly, turning to hang his coat in the closet. "I don't understand what's going on, but maybe you do."

"Kyrie?" Nero questioned in a hushed voice, pausing uncertainly to look at her.

Kyrie motioned to the lounge nervously, and Nero went to linger cautiously on the threshold to the spacious room. He wasn't surprised to see Bee sitting on his plush white couch. The boy was leaning forward and clutching Yamato in both hands. Nero was, however, caught off guard by the young beauty sitting right next to him. The girl's hair was the same silvery blonde as Bee's, and her features struck a sense of déjà vu in him.

Her mouth dropped open when she saw him. "We came straight here when he got home with it. I swear, he's the biggest idiot to walk the earth," she rambled off and gave Bee a silent, expectant glance.

Bee looked back at her slowly. For a moment they stared at one another, and then Bee spoke in a pleading tone. "We need this, Cheri."

"It's not for you to decide!" The girl shot back. "Say you're sorry!"


Cheri snatched Yamato from his hands and turned to hold it toward Nero in a sort of peace offering. "I'm sorry. I don't know what possessed him, he can't even use it..."

"Yes I can." Bee cut in.

"No, shut up! You can't, okay! You'll just end up hurting yourself." Cheri snapped, and looked at Nero apologetically. "You're not going to call the police, are you?"

"No. No, I'm not," Nero said carefully, accepting Yamato. He looked from Bee to Cheri. "How about some hot coco?"

The kids relaxed and accepted the offer. Nero nodded at Kyrie to keep them company, and went to the phone mounted on the wall down the corridor. He punched in Dante's number, turning toward the lounge when he heard slightly nervous laughter come from it.

The ringing cut off with a "Whaddya want, Nero?" grunted into his ear.

"Bee?" Nero tested the name, stunned.

"Hmm? Why are you calling so late? Is something wrong?"

"No. Is your dad home?"

There was a muffled sound on the other line, and then Dante's voice slipped through the receiver. "We're watching Krusty Demons, so you'd better make this good, kid."

"I need you to tell me everything you know about Bee's mother." Nero said boldly.

"Agh, this shit again? I told you I don't know who the hell she is. For all we know, Bee's just another discarded toy Mundus created and got tired of playing with." Dante drawled.

"That's not funny," Bee's voice came in the background.

"Do you think there's any chance of Bee...having a brother?" Nero asked, staring at the entrance to the lounge.

"Oh shit, I hope not." Dante actually laughed. "One of Bee is more than enough."

--- The last line is an inside joke between me and Vergil. Another of my ironic moments.