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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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You stare at him, eyes wide. After a moment, "I-I have no response to that."
Vergil shrugged, "It actually didn't merit one."
Your legs begin to feel rather shaky and you glance around for a decent place to sit. All that was available was a broken chair and a sad-looking bar stool with three legs. You were considering just sitting on the floor when Orwryn put a hand to his mouth and widened his eyes comically.
"Oh, dear me. What an inconsiderate host I'm being. Here, child, have a seat." The little man waved his hand towards the broken chair, and it mended itself right in front of your eyes.
Having grown somewhat accustomed to odd occurrences during the past few weeks, you didn't question it, merely nodded gratefully and all but collapsed onto the chair. You rest your elbows on your knees and cover you face with your hands. No one spoke for quite awhile, not that you were complaining. The quiet was rather nice, and allowed you to try and make sense of-
Oh, who were you kidding? None of this made and sense. Finally, "So, what. I'm possessed?"
"Oh, no! No, no, no! You, my dear, are merely an incubator." Orwryn answered, twirling a curly lock of beard around a pudgy finger.
Your mouth dropped open in horror. "I'm pregnant?!"
He stared at you momentarily, before snorting some genuinely amused laughter. "I say, Spawn of Sparda, you've certainly got interesting taste in females."
"Enough prattling, what is it?" Vergil asked, clearly losing patience.
Orwryn fixed you with another probing stare, and this time you swore you could feel something nudging on the inside of your skull, poking at your mind, seeking entrance. You frown and try to push it away. "Knock that off." You snap at him. "I know it's you and I knowyou're doing something."
"Innnnnteresssting," The little man drawled. "You forced me out. But not before I took a peek! Oh, most certainly not!"
"Well?" Vergil demanded.
"I don't know for sure," Orwryn reluctantly admitted. "This is something new. Mercy me, I would love to study her some more. I don't suppose... Would you consider leaving her here for a bit?"
"Hey! I don't want to stay here!" You were a bit offended at the fact that no one had asked you if that would be alright.
"No." Vergil agreed. "Not possible. Just answer me this, is it contained? Whatever it might be?"
"Indeed." Orwryn nodded. "For now." He appeared a bit disappointed at the denial. "Not at all mature. It wouldn't survive on the outside yet. That much I can tell you."
"Is that why the demons are trying to kill me?" You ask, feeling rather dirty. There was something growing inside you?
"Silly girl! They aren't trying to kill you, they're trying to capture you."
"But why?" You whine, mouth turning down unhappily.
Orwryn narrowed his eyes and sized you up for a moment, "For any number of things, I imagine." An impish grin. "It's not unknown for demons to take humans as pets or gladiators. Violent spectator sport is high on the list of entertainment in the demon world." Another considering glance. "I imagine you're also attractive enough for another type of sport, as well. Among the demons who have a fetish for human concubines, that is."
"I may vomit," You murmur, covering your face again.
"Tut, tut, girl. Likely, they're only interested in what you are hiding."
"Hn," Vergil muttered. "I was wondering why that changeling tried to drag you away rather than going for a simple, fatal bite."
You couldn't believe how nonchalant everyone was behaving about this. "Uhm, yeah. Me too. Oh, wait! No, I wasn't! What's in me? Will it," you swallow nervously, "Is it going to hurt me?"
"I suspect you're safe enough. For now." Orwryn responded bluntly. "Though, I can't say with complete certainty, of course."
"You're basing this assumption on what, exactly?" Vergil asked, narrowing his eyes at the small being.
"Isn't it obvious? Sheesh, and you're supposed to be the smart one."
"Just answer the question." The blue twin snapped, eyes flashing again.
"Alright, alright! Don't get your knickers in a twist!" Orwryn held both palms up and appeared to be offended. "I make my assumption on a simple bit of information that you yourself supplied me with, Spawn of Sparda."
"..."
The little man clapped a hand over his eyes, "Oi! Give me strength. Recall, Vergil, if you would be so kind, what you told her just moments ago. Just before said young lady collapsed into the chair."
"Yes, and?" Vergil straightened slightly, and issued an impatient huff.
"Again, isn't it obvious? Apparently, whatever dwells within can only achieve some sort of sentience when this young lady is asleep, or, for lack of a better term, not at the wheel. And even so, has she exhibited any other unusual behavior? Perhaps sleepwalking, or other actions that may not have been her own?"
Vergil shook his head. "No. Not yet."
Orwryn nodded, unsurprised. "That certainly doesn't suggest to me that this thing has any sort of separate strength. That, though, may or may not change. If you would just let meexamine her a bit more, perhaps I could give you a more definitive answer."
"And I've already told you. It's impossible. She doesn't want to stay here and nor do I." Vergil paused, a thoughtful expression on his face. However, I suppose that you may visit my home in the near future. Should you feel the need."
"Stop talking about me like I'm not here!" You explode, turning your glare onto Orwryn. "Whatever it is, get it out of me!"
"And how would you like me to go about that, sugar? Shall I fetch a scalpel and start slicing away, hoping that I might run across something unusual? Or will you allow me to examine you, in his home, so that I may learn what we're dealing with here? The choice is yours, young lady. I await your response." He snapped his heels smartly, and waited expectantly.
You glance at Vergil, wondering what you ought to say. He doesn't offer any help, however, and only waits for your answer as well. Finally, you give your attention back to Orwryn and narrow your eyes suspiciously. "What kind of 'examination' do you have in mind?"
Pleased laughter echoed throughout the house again. In fact, he laughed so hard that tears began to gather in his eyes. "Oh, oh! Oh, my. What fun you are, child. Hee!" Fading titters and hiccups. "Don't fret my pet. I can assure that I was merely teasing before and that I have absolutely no interest in any physical contact with you. The very thought sickens me, actually. No offense to you , of course. Oh, but I digress. As I was saying, I need to probe inside that pretty little noggin of yours to find the answer. And again, don't worry, it shouldn't be the least bit painful for you."
You consider and finally nod. "Ok. If you find out what it is, can you get it out?"
All good humor faded instantly, dramatically changing the jolly little man's face. After a heavy pause, he regarded you very seriously, "I can only try."

Back outside, you were surprised to see that it was well past sunset. Odd. It hadn't felt like you had been in there for more than an hour at most. Granted, you didn't much care. You no longer felt comfortable in your skin, now that you had the knowledge that... that... something was inside you. Using you as a host. Just, no. Not ok. At all. Silently, you follow Vergil back to the car, eyes on your feet.
The drive back was just as quiet. Neither of you were in the mood to talk. When you arrived at his home you marched straight to your room and into the bathroom. Several minutes later you were scrubbing at your skin yet again. It occurred to you that you had never taken so many showers so close together at any other time in your life. Perhaps you ought to set up camp in here, just to save time.
Muttering unhappily to yourself, you finally emerge, skin very pink. You slid a hand across the mirror to remove the condensation and stare at yourself in the mirror. The face that you've always seen stared right back at you. Really, after a moment of study, you could see no difference in any of your features. How'd that guy manage to see anything just by looking into your eyes?
Creepy.
You felt no different, either. At least, not physically. Mentally and emotionally however, you were utterly spent. Wrapping a towel around yourself, you walk back into your room and rummage around in the closet, searching for your nightshirt.
Polite knocking. "May I come in?"
"Just a minute, I'm not dressed, " You call back.
A clearing of the throat, "Ah... When you are, I'd like you to come out and join me in the living room, please." Fading footsteps.
Sigh.
You tie your wet hair back into a knot and finally locate your pajamas. Quickly dressing, you reluctantly shuffle into the living room. Vergil was sitting on the sofa, legs stretched out in front of him. Your laptop was on the coffee table.
He pointed to it without looking up at you. "I want to watch that show you told me about."
You tilt your head. "What show?"
"I believe it was called 'Dexter'."
"Oh! Right. Yeah. Lemme just transfer a couple of episodes over." Smiling a bit, you were surprised that he had remembered.
You sit next to him and flip your computer open. After a bit of tweaking, the familiar intro to the show began to play. Setting the laptop back on the table in front of him, you nod, smile and get up, intending to leave him in peace.
"Where are you going?" He inquired, glancing up at you.
"Back to my room."
"Oh." He sounded rather disappointed.
You frown a bit. "Did you want me to stay?"
Another quick look your way, "I wouldn't be opposed."
"Oh, alright then." Surprised again, you retake your seat next to him.
The two of you had almost watched the entirety of the first episode before he spoke again. "You were right. This show is amusing."
"Yeah? You like it?" You'd thrown little sneaky glances at him throughout, but his face gave nothing away. It'd been impossible to tell whether or not he was enjoying himself.
"I just said so, didn't I?"
You issue a single huff of laughter, "I guess you did, at that."
"I don't want you to concern yourself with what you heard today." He said suddenly.
"Uh-huh. That's going to be rather difficult," you retort, crossing your arms.
"I meant it when I said I intend to protect you." He tightened his mouth and seemed to struggle for a moment before he continued. "That is why I went to Orwryn when I would have much preferred not to."
"How come?" You ask, interest piqued.
He shrugged and smoothed his hair back, "We've a long, difficult history. There is no genuine camaraderie between us."
"Then why did you ok the home visits?" You curl your legs under yourself, rather flattered that he was actually taking the time to answer some of your questions.
"To find the solution to this problem, why else?"
"You could have left me there instead. That was an option, you know." You begin to smile. "Would you have missed having me around?"
His brow creased and he pointed a finger at you, "Watch yourself."
You let out a delighted laugh and clap your hands together once. "I'm right, aren't I."
You could swear that you saw a tiny gleam of satisfaction in his eyes after you'd laughed, but it was quickly swallowed up by his usual icy glare. "Don't push your luck, brat. Shut-up and put the next one on."
Snickering softly, you oblige, and the two of you were silent once more.
Hours later, after you'd finally fallen asleep, Vergil continued to keep watch.
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