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Change of Fate	By : Aryun Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 1617 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title:Change of Fate
Author: Me

Summary: 'Ryn finds her way back to Dante, bringing with her a little more trouble than she thought. This is a continuation of Ode

Rating: R-NC-17
Pairing: DanteXRyn Allusions to DanteXTrish

Characters: Dante, Trish, 'Ryn, and 'Ryn's kin

Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry. I, quite sadly, do not own either Trish or Dante or any of the DMC characters. I'm doing this just for the sheer fun of it and am making no profit from this chapter, nor any more in the future.
Authoresses Notes: Well, I'm back here again. I've had
this little thing sitting on my hard drive forever and a day. Not necessary to
read 'Ode' I suppose, but it might help to realize where the two stand with each
other. After much... discussion with myself, I realized I should probably post
this... I figured that it might detract from the original beauty of the
one-shot, however, I'd rather post this here than anywhere else...

Besides, I think we have too much VergilXDante on here
anyway! *laughs* *gets prodded* Alright, here we go Jade Tokier! I'm postin' it!

And for the record, I'd like to thank Jade Tokier,
formally here. *hugs* I love your work, thank you for supportin' my work, and
most importantly, get your butt better!!

Again, standard usual disclaimers apply. Take with a
grain of salt and realize this is done all in sheer fun!
Words in italics are most notably Latin or Greek.
However in rare instances, I use Japanese or German.
Genitor - Progenitor, sire, creator. She doesn't call
him father for various reasons which I won't elaborate on yet.
Sagittula - Little Arrow, her father's nickname for her.
Her mother was an expert marksman with a bow and he often called her 'Sagitus' -
Arrow, thus the nick name for being 'little arrow'.

Several weeks later after my meeting with the son of
Sparda, I realized that indiscretion had come home to roost.

I lay in my bed, trying to quell the churning of my stomach
when I opened my eyes from my short nap. I sighed, pushing my face further into
my pillow, holding it against my chest while I tried to float back into sleep.

It didn�t seem to work, and I had to bolt from my bed to
scramble to my bathroom before I lost my stomach in the toilet. I was very glad
I had braided back my hair, I thought, as I knelt, retching.

Moaning softly, I slid against the wall, sliding down so
that my pounding head lay upon the cool tiles, cooling my hot flesh. I closed my
eyes, feeling sweat roll down my face as I tried to pull myself back upright.

Almost to my knees, I wavered, loosing my balance and
falling back against the wall and sliding back to the floor.

�I guess that was a moot point�� I muttered to myself as I
lay on the floor, and for some insane, illogical reason, I felt tears start to
fall from my stinging eyes.

I�m not sure how long I lay there, trying to gather
strength that had somehow deserted me, but I was startled when I felt a set of
soft fingertips settle against my cheek, tucking a few strands behind my ear.

�Sagittula,� the voice murmured softly as the cool
fingertips stroked my cheek. �You are ill.�

For some reason, that calm voice irritated me. �Well, I
think it�s kinda obvious, genitor, that I�m ill. Why else would I be
here, instead of in my warm, well, not so warm now, bed?�

�There is no reason to be fussy, Sagittula. I shall
tend to you if you so wish?� There was a question in that last statement, almost
a wish, a want to help.

I opened my eyes to look into concerned gold ones, and
after a moment, I nodded my head, allowing him to slip his arms underneath my
limp body and carry me back to my bed.

I struggled briefly until he looked down at me in question,
and I pointed to the glass of water.

�Ah, just wait and I shall bring it to you, Sagittula.�
He gently laid me down upon my bed, piling pillows behind my back so I could sit
somewhat upright.

I watched him with slightly narrowed eyes as he walked over
to my dresser, pouring some of the water out of my pitcher and brought it over
to me.

He was tall and slender, his long copper hair hung in
slight waves to his ankles. Upon his brow he wore a copper circlet above shining
gold eyes. His nose was thin and slightly pointed, and his lips were on the thin
side as well. Long slender hands helped my own hold my glass, preventing me from
spilling any with my shaking hands.

Upon his left hand, I saw a sparking silver ring.

Gazing at it, I opened my mouth. �Did you love her?�

He seemed startled and looked at me with sorrow filled
eyes. �Your mother, Sagittula? Yes I did�� His gilded eyes looked down at
the ring that graced his hand. �It is to my sorrow that she died because of my
love�� He looked back at me; a slight sorrow-filled smile curved his lips,
making him look many years older than what he was. �At least� at least I have
you, Sagittula, for I see her in you.� His slender fingers slipped a
wayward lock of my hair behind my ear as he kissed my cheek. He pulled back, his
thumb still brushing the soft skin of my cheek. �Why ask this now?�

I looked into his compassionate eyes, and then looked down
at my hands that shook, almost uncontrollably. �I�� My voice cracked, and I
tried again. �What� Grandfather wished is true.�

I barely felt it when he took away the glass from my hands
and pulled me into his arms. My head fit upon his shoulder easily as he wrapped
his arms around my frame, one of his hands settling against my stomach.

�So it is true. It was you that He chose for the task.
However, I need to ask what His motives were for choosing you from the many
others who would have sufficed.�

�I don�t know,� I breathed softly as I tangled my fingers
within his hair, holding it close to my face to feel the soft silk. I always
felt comfort in my genitor's arms. �Not that� I wish to complain� I just�
I mean, I always thought that I would be able to choose��

He sighed, his left arm tightening around my shoulders and
body. �He must have His reasons, although I still do not understand why you.�

I laughed gently, my left hand wrapping around his right
that had settled upon my belly. �You just can�t fathom it because I am your only
daughter," I said, trying to lighten the mood in the room.

He sighed gently, his thumb brushing the back of my hand.
�This is indeed true, however you are of age, and I would not protest anyone
gracing your bed. You have intelligence enough to pick a worthy mate� however;
the Son of Sparda leaves... much to be desired.�

I laughed again and smacked at his chest. �You�d find fault
with anyone!�

His right hand caught my chin in his fingers, lifting it up
so that he could see my face. �And did he treat you well?�

I felt a smile play against my lips. �Yes, genitor,
he did.�

I saw him smile. �I hear an �and� coming from your lips��

�And� I think I care for him� May Grandfather protect me,
but I fear for that man��
As the days progressed, my sickness got gradually worse,
almost to the point where I couldn�t lift my head, but constantly choked when I
coughed. It was most unpleasant.

Most days, I lay curled up in my bed, shivering and trying,
most times without much success, to stop my rebelling stomach.

Genitor was worried and called in the young healer
named Irania.

Soft hands gently rolled me onto my back, smoothing my hair
from my face as I felt my eyes flutter open.

Luminous light green eyes, the color of new spring leaves
and as soft as new grasses watched me in concern as she tucked a strand of her
hair behind her ear. The hair was the color of newly turned earth with a copper
tinge within, and twin braids adorned the sides of her face to keep most of her
hair from her face.

She almost, to my mind, looked like Genitor.

�Looks like you are ill, young one.�

�Of course,� I growled, annoyed immediately.

She clicked her tongue at me, one of her hands settling
against my belly, the other against my forehead. �Well, we do know you have a
slight fever, and you are vomiting.� Her eyes narrowed as I sighed and closed my
own eyes, trying to get some much needed sleep. �The child, it seems, is
unaffected, so I believe it is a reaction to its Sparda bloodline. The nausea
and vomiting is normal, but not to this degree and this soon. The slight fever
is not normal, but then it seems as if you are unaware of its presence.�

I paid only half a mind to what the healer was saying. My
mind wandering and settling upon Dante Sparda, wishing, for some illogical
reason, that he knew more of the situation than he did.

Resolving my mind, I nodded slightly to a question Irania
posed, paying half attention. I smiled slightly to myself and started to pay
more attention to the healer.

�You are only to eat small meals, and start with some soup
for Grandfather�s sake so at least you can keep something down. You are
far too skinny now as it is, �Ryn. You also need to get some sleep ��

I cut her off. �I try to get as much sleep as I can, but I
can�t seem to fall asleep. But if you wish for me to laze about my bed as a
harlot would, I would be more than happy to be stripped of all my duties.�

�That is not what I meant!�

�Then explain it better,� I stated simply, staring at a
point on the wall.

�Kithtaryn, pay attention to me when I talk to you. I am
working for your well being.�

�Nah, if I wasn�t your brother�s daughter, you wouldn�t
give a fuck.�

There was silence around the room. Maybe Dante rubbed off
on me more than I knew� well, he did rub on me, but not rub off on me.

�You do not mean that.�

�Yes I do. Who was the only three who vouched for me when I
was a child? Who were the only ones who didn�t want to stone my ass and kill me
because I was an abomination? Who put an end to it? It sure the hell wasn�t
you, healer, neither will it ever be you who vouches for me. The
answer to all those are my genitor and his brothers. I�ve never truly
belonged to your world and you resent that fact, don�t you?� I looked right at
her, seeing the recognition in her face.

�It is true that I never liked you��

I arched an eyebrow, and even feeling as wretched as I did,
I took great pleasure to see her face blanch. �State the truth.�

�I hated you��

�Thank you.� I turned my face away from her and curled up
on my side, thoroughly ignoring her. �Genitor, I�m tired, so I�m going to
try and sleep.�

I closed my eyes, hearing the shuffling of feet, a soft
touch upon my cheek and the covers settled more fully against my body.

A hand smoothed my hair back and there was a soft chuckle.
�Just be careful, Sagittula.�

My eyes snapped open and I heard the door shut softly
behind him.
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