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Fire and Ice	By : Ginae_Evans Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 6391 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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That was a long night indeed. Every little noise; creak, squeak or otherwise, had your heart leaping into your throat. You wondered what exactly had gotten into him. Over and over you replayed the conversation, trying to convince yourself that there was nothing suggestive about what he'd said. And if there was, he'd only been teasing. You were merely making a mountain out of a mole hill. Of course you were.
However, if that were at all true, then why were you so nervous?
Unbidden, a mental picture of Vergil began to take shape in your head. In it, he was standing directly outside your bedroom door, listening to every move you made and biding his time. Of course this was ludicrous, he'd retired to his room hours ago and hadn't emerged since. Still though, the image would not leave you.
You bit your lower lip, then began to gnaw at it a little. What had he meant when he'd said that you were no longer safe around him? Had he, in fact, been joking? Did Vergil even know how to kid around? You thought about it for a moment and decided that, yes, he did. Albeit, he often delivered his punchlines in a deadpan manner, jokes were jokes. Which gave you a bit of relief. The mere fact that there was a chance that he'd just been bantering with you, no matter how serious he'd seemed, comforted you immensely.
So, moving right along, what had he meant by his other comment? The one having to do with your mouth? You feel your cheeks and ears heat up and knew that they had to be beet-red. That comment had been decidedly suggestive, no doubt about it. No matter how many times you went over it, you couldn't figure out any other meaning for it. Of course, it could be he said it in retaliation for your innuendo, which was the most likely reason. But, what if he had been serious?
Damn it! At this rate, you were never going to get any sleep. If his intention had been to completely throw you off, then mission accomplished.
You glower at the darkness. What a bastard.
Turning over restlessly, you begin to wonder where he was going to be taking you tomorrow. He'd said that you two had places to go. Hopefully, it wasn't just another long day of tedious errands. Your stomach clenched a bit at the thought of spending the day with him after the strange back-and-forth the two of you had. Finally, still trying to figure things through, you manage to drift off into an uneasy sleep.

The next morning, you hesitantly wander into the dining room. As always, there he was; sitting at the table, skimming the paper and sipping coffee. There was a plate of fruit and cheese waiting for you as well. Since that awful night when you learned about your ma, he'd watched your intake of food very, very carefully. With breakfast, he was especially adamant that you finish everything on your plate. It had become so habitual, that you no longer resisted and just ate whatever was offered. It was much easier that way.
You take your usual spot across from him and greet him as you always did. "Good morning." Popping a grape into your mouth, you watch him carefully.
At first he didn't respond, only turned a page or two and continued reading. Finally, though, "Good morning." A pause, and you see the corner of his mouth quirk, "Sleep well?"
"Incredibly well, thank you." You lied, biting into a cube of cheese. "Also, shut-up."
"Why do I have the distinct feeling that you're fibbing to me?"
You shrug, "I don't know. Maybe you're paranoid?"
"In the past, when I've been lied to, I usually had to resort to extreme measures in order to learn the truth." He said easily, still reading.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Interpret it as you will."
You stuff another couple of grapes into your mouth to save yourself from having to answer. There was a heavy silence between the two of you for awhile, but it wasn't exactly uncomfortable. Vergil seemed to be behaving as he normally did. Aside from the cryptic quip, that is. Still, you begin to feel marginally better. Seemed he wasn't going out of his way to make you uncomfortable after all.
"So, where are we going today?" You ask.
"On an adventure."
Your stomach clenches again. "Ah, alright. What kind of adventure?"
No answer, just that little smirk again.
"Well come on, don't keep me in suspense. Are we going hiking? Spelunking? Ooh! Cliff diving?"
"As much as I would enjoy seeinge you go sailing off a cliff, or lost in a cave, or eaten by a bear, I'm afraid the answer is 'none of the above'."
You sit back in your chair and let out an exasperated sigh. "Why can't you just give me a straight answer?"
"It's what I do." His smile widened.
You facepalm and sigh, shaking your head. Well, at least he seemed to be in good spirits. "Should I take a sweater, then? Can you at least tell me that much?"
For the first time, Vergil glances up and gives you a cursory once over. "You should be fine for now. You may want to bring along something warmer, though, if we're out past dark. It gets rather chilly at night."
Out past dark? "Uhm, alright." You begin to poke at the remaining bit of food on your plate, appetite gone.
"Done?" He inquired.
"Yup."
Vergil nods and sets the paper aside. "Good. Get your shoes on. Time to go."

The drive was long and silent. Vergil drove on until the two of you were in the very outskirts of the city. You glance out the window with an uneasy frown; the neighborhood the two of you were in left quite a lot to be desired. It was rather rundown and unappealing. Homeless people were gathered here and there in bunches, huddled together for warmth. There were more than the fair share of abandoned buildings than there were actual businesses, but all were generously decorated with various forms of graffiti nonetheless.
"So... You planning to leave me on a corner and pimp me out?" You ask, spying a group of questionable-looking women who waved as Vergil drove by.
He tosses you a sidelong glance. "You can relax, for now. If I engaged in that practice, I'd always make sure to test the new products, ensuring that they're high-quality. You know,before I introduced it to the public. It's just good business. Once I do, however, that's when you might want to worry." Another smirk.
You turn to stare at him instead. " I, ah, see." Tugging on a lock of hair, you turn your attention back out the window.
After a few more blocks, Vergil pulls into a vacant lot and parks. There were a couple of abandoned houses and a sad-looking corner market, but not much else.
"We're here." He said, climbing out.
"We are?" You ask, following suit.
Without glancing back, he begins to walk down the sidewalk. "Come along, and stick close. There are things here that would love nothing more than to sink their teeth into a morsel like yourself."
"What?" You scramble to catch up with him. "Did you just say 'things'?"
"I did."
He didn't offer anything else and you issue another sigh. "Why are we even here? There's nothing around. Unless we're going to go to that mart and buy some booze and beef jerky."
"We're going to see a friend of mine."
"You have friends?" You expression was one of exaggerated shock.
"Not so much a friend, more of a business associate, actually." He replied smoothly. "He's someone I go to see if I have questions about something. And, quite honestly, I have questions about you." You stop, surprised. Vergil turns around, frowning, and beckons to you impatiently. "Keep up, girl. I meant it when I said that there are dangers in this area."
Trotting to catch up with him, you shoot uneasy glances in all directions. "I don't see anything except for a few bums here and there."
"There are often unseen threats. Human eyes are not trained to see many of the creatures that lurk in the shadows. Though, of course, all of you still have your primitive instincts. Which are ignored far too often."
You tilt your head, puzzled. "I don't get you."
Vergil lets out a huff of air, "Come now, why else would a child be afraid of something under the bed when there is clearly nothing there? How about in the closet? The basement? Attic? All are common fears without correlation. Why? Because somewhere, deep down in your subconscious, all humans know to be wary of what lies beneath."
Goosebumps appear on your arms and you rub them nervously. Yeah. That wasn't creepy in the least. He goes on for a block or so before coming to a halt in front of an abandoned house. You eye it doubtfully. "Why are we stopping?"
"Because, we've arrived."
"Your friend is a squatter?" You were quite unenthusiastic about going in there. It looked unstable and likely condemnable.
"No. He's a scholar. Very irritating, but quite learned about many things. Come on. Follow me exactly." Vergil enters, glances around carefully, frowns, then takes your arm. "He's changed a few things since I've last been here. I'll have to lead you."
You still don't see anything out of the ordinary. Granted, it was a complete mess inside. And as the two of you make your way through the entry and up the rickety steps, you could see rodents fleeing in your wake. Vergil places his hands on your shoulders and leads you down a very specific path through the upstairs hall. You notice that he stays directly in the center, avoiding the walls. As you look closer, the old plaster and wood seemed to be almost bulging out at the two of you, almost like something was trying to push its way through-
"Don't look at them." He said, quietly. "Face forward. We're almost there."
Horrified, you comply quickly. He leads you into an empty bedroom and stops again. You had a very, very uneasy feeling about all of this.
Vergil notices the expression on your face and arches a brow, "No bravado now? Pity."
"I don't like it here," You answer, just barely managing to keep the waver out of your voice.
"I didn't expect you to."
"Why are we here? I want to leave." You go on, expression unhappy.
"I've already told you. Because I have some ques-"
"Ah, Vergil! Greetings and salutations are in order!" A voice suddenly booms. You jump, squeal, and glance around frantically, but see no one. "And what is this that you've brought to me?" The disembodied voice asks, tone laden with delighted curiosity.
"Hello, Orwryn. And I was hoping that you could tell me." Vergil replies, unconcerned.
"Who is that?" You ask him.
"Dear me, dear me, dear me! Where are my manners? I daresay the mice must have stolen them along with the rest of my cheese. Nasty little buggers!" A high-pitched titter echoed throughout the house.
Your mouth drops open as the dust seems to ripple in waves across the floor, collecting in the very center. Slowly, it rose in stature and melted into a vague, man-like form before solidifying completely. There stood a short, stout man with an incredibly curly beard and impossibly bright silver eyes.
The being bowed with a flourish, then took your hand and kissed it. "The name's Orwryn, m'lady. Scholar, and Keeper of the Forbidden Athenaeum."
You stare blankly, "Keeper of the Forbidden what?"
Vergil clears his throat loudly, "It's merely a fancy word for 'library'. He likes to pretend to be much more important than he actually is."
The little man glared at Vergil and shook a finger at him. "Tut, tut, Spawn of Sparda. Don't anger me, lest I steal your lady away." He flutters his eyes at you. "How about it, toots? Why don't you ditch this jerk and come along with me? I'll wine you and dine you and sixty-"
"Orwryn! Enough! There is no time for your nonsense." The blue devil interjected, appearing displeased.
"Killjoy, this one," He muttered, jerking a thumb at Vergil. "Always has been. Even as a wee lad."
Throughout this, you merely nod, a puzzled expression on your face.
"Hee! Look. Poor child hasn't the vaguest of vague ideas what must be going on here." Orwryn sounded entirely delighted, but his bright silver eyes had suddenly latched onto yours with a deep, probing gleam. "Well, well, well, now... What is this that I see within?"
"So there is something." Vergil said, sounding confused but unsurprised.
"Yes, yes, yes, there be! Oh, indeedy-do!" The little man jumped and clicked his heels together with glee. "Of course you must've already had your suspicions. Why else would you be here, Vergil?"
"It was speculation at first. Now, though, I am certain." The half devil responded.
You were tired of them talking about you like you weren't even there. "Can someone please tell me what's going on? Please?" You ask, rather annoyed.
"Oooooh! She's feisty, too! What a tidbit! Oh, what a one!"
Ignoring Orwryn, Vergil turns to regard you again. "Remember when I told you that you talk in your sleep?"
You nod, wondering what that had to do with anything.
"Well, what I didn't tell you was, it's often not in English."
Your mouth drops open. "Huh?" You didn't know any other languages, except for a few words in Spanish and French.
Vergil nods his head. "It's demon-speak."
"Huh?!"
"A puzzle! Oh, how I dearly love puzzles!" Orwryn crows, doing an odd little jig of glee.
You stare at Vergil, wide-eyed. "W-what do I say?"
A pause while he examines you. Finally, "Usually, it's a repetitive litany of 'let me out'."
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