Prologue
A/N: Takes place at the near beginning of the game.
Legend: italics -- Misa's summary or someone thinking
In a music store known as the Hot Spot, Nero stood in front of the rock/heavy metal music section as he held a Linkin Park CD in his hand. His headphones were on his head, rock music blaring in his ears, white locks draping over the band. He nodded his head to the beat and placed the CD back on the rack then picked up a Killswitch Engage CD. Behind him in the doorway, a black haired girl with a red headband in her hair ran inside. She bent over as she breathed heavily then looked at the back of his dark blue overcoat and the sword strapped to his back with violet eyes. She wore a red jacket with a white tank top underneath, black jeans, and boots with a red line going up the sides. Her ears were a bit pointed and pierced. ''Nero!'' she yelled. ''We have to get to the opera house! The ceremony--!'' Nero continued to listen to his headphones, headbanging to the loud rock music. The black-haired girl looked at him and narrowed her eyes.
Okay, you ass...
She walked up behind the white-haired young man, an angered look on her soft features. He didn't seem to notice her as she took off his headphones slowly. He lifted his head some only to jump at the ear-piercing scream of the young woman. He held his ear, groaning and turned around to face the girl. ''What, Misa?! You crazy bitch, WHAT?!'' She sighed. ''The ceremony. Kyrie-chan's gonna be singing in it...and Credo's gonna have our asses.'' His blue eyes turned into a look of shock. ''OH...MY...GOD, why didn't you tell me sooner?!'' I was looking for you, stupid. The two teens ran out of the store and down the street.
My name is Misa. I'm 18-years-old and a member of the Holy Knights with my somewhat ''onii-chan'' Nero. You know, the tall white-haired guy running next to me. Anyway, I've been growing up here in Fortuna, raised by the Order's head priest, Sanctus. I've been told I was left on the cathedral steps as a baby with a note attached to my blanket with my name written on it. Apparently, my mother figured I would be raised better by a holy man but, wasn't she so wrong? I look up to Nero, acting like him and following him around like a lost puppy. Though...
Misa began to pick up speed as she passed by Nero who looked at her in awe. ''God, you're so slow, Nero onii-chan!'' He scoffed then glared at the back of her red jacket. ''At least I don't have 2 blinding headlights bouncin' around on my chest! And knock it off with the Japanese surnames!'' He yelled at her. She growled lowly, skidding to a stop and kicking at the white-haired young man. ''You asshole!'' He stopped as he leaned back, dodging her kicks. He gritted his teeth and grabbed her right ankle.
He can be a real bastard sometimes, much to my fiance and his sister's disgression...
"...Let go of my ankle,'' Misa seethed at Nero.
''Then quit kicking at me, you brat.''
''You made fun of me! It's not my fault my...well, you know, are a little big!'' He let go of her ankle, shaking his head. ''Tch, whatever,'' he told her. The dark-haired girl grabbed the collar of his red vest, growling. ''Whatever, my ass! If you weren't deaf...!'' ''I ain't deaf!'' The two glared at each other until they see demons with green, blue, and brown skin walking towards them. ''Damn,'' Misa heard Nero say under his breath. ''As if we were already late as it is...'' She looked at him, her violet eyes narrowed. ''Are you implying it was my fault?'' He shook his head and put the headphones on his ears. He reached for his sword on his back, holding it in front of him. The dark-haired girl shook off her jacket, tying it around her waist and took out a black Microsoft Zune, putting the headphones in her ears. She put the MP3 player in her jacket pocket then pulled out a pair of black fingerless gloves. She held out her now gloved hand as a spear appeared in a flash of white light. It was white and gold, the blade shining in the light. She grabbed it and twirled it. The song began on the MP3 player as she and Nero ran into the crowd of demons.
I've been...having strange dreams lately. Of things...I don't want to see...
At the opera house/church, people began to gather and take their seats on the several pews surrounding the half-circular stage. Kyrie walked onto the stage, her hands together in a petite fashion and wearing a white and gold dress. Her dark brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail. A black cloth drapped over her arms as she looked up at the crowd with a gold circlet around her head. She looked to where Misa told her where she and Nero would sit at but they weren't there. Her face turned into a look of sadness, the music starting. Only one thought came across her mind.
Where are those two?
End of Prologue
A/N: Longest prologue I've written. Whew. Hope you liked it! Also, I'll regard everyone to their names instead of keeping everyone in the dark...those who've played the game, that is. I'll add some details about 'em.
The song Misa listened to on her Zune: My Curse by Killswitch Engage