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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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Ten or so minutes later, you were back in his car, sitting silently while he drove somewhere. Vergil, of course, hadn't offered you an explanation, so you had no idea where he was going. Not that it mattered at the moment. Your mind was racing furiously. You'd just been given a huge data-dump of the strangest information that you'd ever received, and you were somewhat glad for the quiet. Easier to think things through.
Part of you was fascinated by the revelation. Being in the presence of half-devils who were very, very talented fighters. From what you'd seen, anyhow. Now you understood why Vergil only carried that katana; he didn't need anything else. However, another part of you was utterly terrified. Your mind wanders back to this morning, when you'd dared to back-talk him. In his own home, no less. He hadn't been unfair about your tiny rebellion, but you could tell he hadn't been pleased. You had so many questions, but were unsure whether or not to ask. Vergil was definitely not the chatty type.
After a few moments, though, you had built up enough courage to at least ask, "So, where are we going now?"
No answer at first, and little arrows of apprehension stabbed at you. You swallow nervously.
Then, "I need to pick up some dry-cleaning."
You stare at him for a moment, then burst out laughing. In fact, you laugh so hard that tears begin to stream from your eyes. You grasp your stomach and lean forward, shaking with mirth. Vergil glances at you out of the corner of his eye and shakes his head slightly. Soon, your giggling begins to taper off into random hiccups and sighs.
"Are you finished having hysterics?"
You nod at him, wiping tears from your cheeks, "I think so, yes." You snort some more laughter and clap a hand over your mouth. "Or, maybe not," You mumble.
"Is this something you do often? Should I plan for more breakdowns in the near future?" He went on. You couldn't be sure, but you thought you heard a tiny bit of amusement coloring his tone. His face, however, gave nothing away.
"No, no." You answer, straightening your hair self-consciously. "It just tickled me that, after what I saw with your brother back there, someone like you would have to pick up his d-dry-cl-cleaning...mmmmph!" More giggles issue forth and you cover your face with your hands. "I don't know. I guess I just expected you to say that we're going to slay some demons, or something."
"No. Bringing you to something like that would be foolish. You wouldn't last very long. Though, it might be amusing to watch. Rather like spectator sport."
"Gee, thanks."
"Anytime."
You glare at him and sit back in the seat. At least he was being a bit more talkative with you, even if it wasn't exactly friendly chatter. "So, you're a half-devil."
No answer.
"How does one become a half-devil?"
He flicks a sardonic glance your way, "How did you become a human?"
You arch a brow, "I was born- Oh. Gotcha."
Vergil pulls into a small shopping center and parks in front of a small store called Diane's Dry Cleaners. You giggle quietly again and notice a small grocery mart close by. "Vergil, I need to grab a few things there," you point. "You wanna come with? Or just meet back at the car?"
"I've plenty of food at my home and you're welcome to it. I already prepared for your arrival and I will be reimbursed. There is no need for you to buy anything." He replied, climbing out.
"Please? I just want some sour candy. And the fixin's for french toast." A grin.
The brow crease returns, "If we go, will you stop talking for awhile?"
"If I stop talking for awhile, will you answer some questions for me later?"
"What kind of questions?" Vergil frowns.
"Oh, I have tons of them, trust me." You smile.
An irritated glance with no answer.
"Silence gives consent."
"Does it? In that case, I may have to request a few things of you tonight. While you're sleeping. Perhaps something like, 'Would you mind if I were to stitch your mouth shut, little human?'." Vergil stares down at you seriously.
You honestly couldn't tell if he was joking or not. Another nervous swallow. Maybe it wasn't the smartest thing to be teasing a creature like this. "Ok, ok. I'll be good." You finally mutter, clasping your hands behind your back.
"Good girl."

Vergil conducts his business swiftly and efficiently. The girl behind the counter hands his garment to him with a dreamy-eyed expression. "Here you are, Mr. Sparda. Thank you, as always, for using Diane's."
"...Hn."
She appeared a bit disappointed with his lack of response but gave a bright smile nonetheless. "Have a good day! We'll see you next time."
"Mhm. Good day." He replied lightly, draping his clothing over an arm.
You follow him out the door and notice the clerk staring wistfully after. Hm. Couldn't really blame her, honestly. Vergil and Dante were a bit unconventional, style-wise, but they wereawfully good-looking. And, you'd learned that his last name was Sparda. Sparda... Hm. Where had you heard that name before? You make a mental note to look it up on you laptop later this evening.
Vergil carefully hangs his clean clothes in the back seat and then turns his attention to you. Waving a hand towards the food mart, he nods. "Go get what you need. I'll wait here. Don't dally."
You beam at him. "Thanks! I'll just be a minute."
Eggs, bread, vanilla extract, powdered sugar and cinnamon. Also, sour watermelon belts. You emerge from the store, feeling pleased and chewing on a strip of candy. Vergil was waiting for you, leaning back against the hood of his car. At your approach, he nods at you.
"Satisfied, now?"
You nod and lick your lips, swallowing the remainder of tangy, chewy goodness. "I am. Thanks again."
"Hn."
"Want one?" You offer the bag of belts.
"No. I don't like sweets."
"Your loss," Stuffing another one into your mouth, you climb into the car.
The remainder of the day was uneventful. You followed Vergil around on this errand and on that errand. Not very exciting. Finally, he announced that he was finished and that he was returning home. Oh, thank God. It was nearing early evening and you were starving.
"I'm cooking dinner," You announce, as he pulls into the drive.
No answer.
"What do you like to eat?"
"Does it matter?"
"I'd rather cook something you like to eat versus something you don't like," A sweet smile.
No answer. You shrug and follow him though the side door, meaning to set your bags down on the kitchen, when you were suddenly slammed backwards. You pinwheel you arms, trying to retain you balance, but something slams into you again. Dimly, you hear Vergil let out an annoyed curse as you go sailing backwards. You hit the garage wall with bruising force, and a huge -whoof- of air escapes you. Slowly, you slid down into a sitting position, dazed and blinking. Stunned, you watch as Vergil makes short work of four or five gaunt-looking creatures. One of them, in its death throes, manages to spew Vergil with a weird sand substance. He issues a low, irritated grunt before skewering it on Yamato once again. The thing slowly stops twitching and melts away into dust.
Your head droops down, and you struggle to stay conscious. There are bits of sand scattered on your skirt, and you realize that one of those things must have hit you with its dirt-vomit. Oh. Oh, ick. Your stomach heaves and you try not to vomit.
Gentle hands were suddenly prodding the back of your skull. You let out a pained hiss when they find a knot the size of a large egg. "Bruised but not broken. You'll have a headache, but you'll likely recover fine. Can you move your arms and legs?"
You squint up at him. He's crouching before you, watching you with quiet concentration. Gingerly, you begin to move various limbs their attachments. Everything seemed to be in working order, but oh, your head ached. Vergil rises and holds a hand down towards you. Gratefully, you accept it and he helps you to your feet.
Swaying a bit, you reach up to touch the back of your head and wince as they grazed the bump. Vergil watches for a moment, probably making sure you were indeed alright, before turning to stride into the house. You glance around, surprised that there was no trace of those...those things. Not wanting to be alone in the dark garage, you scuttle in after him.
"What were those?"
"Hell Gluttony. Five of them. How they managed to get in, I've no clue. I put wards up before I left. I always do." He sounded faintly puzzled, but unconcerned.
You watch, mouth open, as he rifles through a cabinet. "They were trying to kill me! Why were they doing that?"
Vergil offers you three small, white pills. You stare at them and then back up at him. "Pain killers," He said, nodding down at them. "Ibuprofen, to be specific. I suggest icing your head and a hot shower, as well. You're going to be sore later."
You take them silently, still dumbfounded. After a moment of frowning down at the palm of your hand, you return your gaze to his. "But why-"
"I don't know. It's all very curious. You seem to be a normal human girl. I sense nothing extraordinary about you. Likely, it has something to do with the attack on your mother. I'll have to ask Dante about it, tomorrow. Your father is a friend of his, perhaps he has more information."
"Tomorrow?" The pills fall from your hand as you grab the lapels of his coat. "What if they come back tonight?"
A corner of his upper lip curls as he removes himself from your grip, "There is nothing else here. I'd sense it. If more come, I'll dispatch them."
His calm tone was driving you mad and you glance around distractedly. Spying the scattered pills, you kneel to retrieve them. "I-I think I'll take you up on that shower. Excuse me."
Vergil nods and begins to hang his clean suits in a nearby closet.
You scrub yourself vigorously and do two full-body exfoliation treatments. Your skin had had demon puke on it and you had never been more revolted in your entire life. Just, gah. Shuddering, you begin a third round then think better of it; your skin was rather raw it was beginning to sting. Quickly toweling off, you throw on a large t-shirt and work the tangles out of your hair. Faintly, you could hear Vergil talking to someone. Presumably, on the phone.
"I assure you, I've no clue. ...Of course I did, do you think me that forgetful? … Her father? Yes, perhaps he didn't tell you everything? She's just a mere human. There is nothing noteworthy- ...Yes, I'm sure. ...I believe she's still in the shower. ...No. Don't be absurd. Why would I want to shower with her?"
You stop brushing your hair and feel your cheeks redden. Vaguely, you wonder if he was talking to Dante. His brother did seem like a bit of a perv. The conversation continues, a bit closer now.
"...Well, get in touch with him somehow. This isn't normal demon behavior. Yes, yes, yes. I'll tell her. ...Of course I'll be kind, how else does one deliver the news of a parent's death?"
Your skin suddenly goes cold and your stomach knots up.
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