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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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Though the door was slightly open, Vergil still knocks politely and waits for your approval before entering. You sit there, on the spare bed, clutching your hairbrush and staring into space. "Yes?"
He comes in and lifts a brow at your forlorn, questioning expression. "You heard."
"Yeah," Your voice is hoarse, a mere whisper.
"Would you like to know-"
"It's Ma, right?"
He nods, "Yes. Earlier this afternoon. They called Dante. We didn't tell your father that you were staying with me, he must have given the hospital Dante's information."
Your eyes squeeze shut and you will yourself not to cry, "And dad?"
"Still alive as far as we know. Dante is going to attempt to contact him."
"How did-did," your voice hitches and you gulp back a sob. "How'd she die?"
He hesitates briefly, "I don't know much about human reactions to such things, but in this case it's probably better that you don't know the details."
Your mouth turns down and your chin begins to tremble. You were quickly losing the battle against tears. "Wh-what now, then?"
He appears vaguely confused. "What do you mean?"
"I need to go back. I have to arrange her funeral-"
"Not at all wise nor possible."
"Why not?" You were beginning to become angry now.
"First of all, whomever your mother was trying to hide you from obviously isn't a petty threat. At least, as far as your kind is concerned. Secondly, I am under contract to look after you until your father returns, and I intend to fulfill my end of it. And, lastly, there is not enough left of her to warrant an open-casket-"
"STOP IT!" You shout, leaping up to strike at him. You had to do something. He might have been reciting items from a menu for all the compassion he was showing you.
Instantly, before you could even comprehend what'd happened, he had you pinned to the bed with his body. Vergil snatches both your wrists and holds them down on the mattress by either side of your head. Slowly, he leans in close to you, until the tips of your noses were almost touching.
"Now, you listen to me, human," He begins in a low, deadly growl. "I can understand you might be experiencing some distress at the news of your mother's passing, but," here, he pauses and you could swear that his blue eyes brighten slightly. "It is very unwise to attack me unless you mean to have a serious fight. Do not do it again."
Before you could respond, he was suddenly standing back in the doorway. You gape over at him, still sprawled on the mattress. He was so fast-
Something in the way he stares at you made you suddenly self-conscious and you realize that your nightshirt has ridden up high on your thighs. Gasping, you snatch it back down and throw a panicked glance back at the doorway. It was empty. Vergil was gone. Something about that vacant doorway causes your will to waver and then dissolve entirely. Throwing yourself face down into the pillow, you begin to cry. You are still sobbing when sleep finally takes you.

Sunlight in your eyes. You frown and squint, turning over with an annoyed grumble. You ached horribly, all over. Your head especially. At first you didn't remember what exactly had happened, just had a vague sense of some awful occurrence that you'd yet to recall. Then, all at once, everything comes rushing back. You give a soft groan and throw an arm over your eyes. Lifting your hand, you crack an eye open to glance at your wristwatch. 11:07am; Vergil must be allowing you to sleep in.
Muffled voices from the living room. He was having another phone conversation. "And what did he say? … I see. … Hm? Still sleeping. Not surprising, considering that she wept for half the night. Although," a pause, "I believe her breathing pattern has changed. She might be awake, or nearly."
You widen your eyes. He could hear you breathing from in there?
He cleared his throat, "Why would I do that to comfort her? I am not you, Dante. Stop with the lewd comments. Nothing of the sort is going to hap- …Defending myself too much? What- … Enough! Can we get back on subject? … Thank you. No, no more attacks. … Yes, I will let her know that her father is still alive."
You let loose a breath that you didn't realize you'd been holding. You hear Vergil pause again. Listening.
"Dante, I'll call you back."
Approaching footsteps. Polite knocking.
You roll your eyes and wonder if it would do any good to pretend you were still asleep or-
"I know you're awake. You should know that your father is alive and well. Dante just finished speaking with him. I believe you and I should have a talk." Another pause, "If you're still wearing that t-shirt, do change into something a bit more appropriate before you join me for breakfast." Departing footsteps.
Hefting a sigh, you throw on a simple, yellow sundress and slowly make your way towards the dining nook. Vergil was sitting at the table, sipping coffee and reading the paper much as he'd been the previous morning.
"Good morning," You greet morosely, taking a seat across from him. You plop your chin in your hands, not much caring if he responded.
Without looking up, Vergil pushes a plate of fruit and cheese towards you. "Eat. All you've had so far is candy."
"Not hungry."
"Refusing to eat will not bring her back."
"Shut-up."
"You're weak."
You widen your eyes, "Excuse me?"
He put the paper down and met your gaze, "I said, 'you're weak'. Allowing yourself to turn down food and lose strength when you need it most. It's weak and pathetic."
You begin to tremble with rage.
Arching a brow, he pushed the plate closer. "You smell of wrath. That's good. You can use anger. But first you need fuel." The corner of his mouth lifted into the barest smirk, "So, it's obvious that you think you're not weak. Prove me wrong then, little human. Take some good advice and eat."
Angrily, you stab a fork into a chunk of greenish melon and shove it into your mouth. You chew viciously and glare at him the whole time you do so. Slowly, the food on the plate disappears.
He watches you coldly, unimpressed with your display, but you refuse to drop your gaze this time. What a total prick this guy was, handsome or not. Still though, at least you now had something healthy in your stomach. And after a moment, you begin to feel a bit peppier too; less groggy, sharper senses. Even your aches and pains seemed muted. Food was an amazing thing.
"Feeling better?"
You cross your arms over your chest and refuse to answer.
"I'll take that as a yes. Weren't you the one who said 'silence gives consent'?"
"Why are you such as ass?"
Vergil shrugs, nonchalant. "It's an age-old question but still valid. Perhaps I was born a bad seed, or maybe my mother just didn't show me enough affection as a child. But, honestly, those arguments just bring up the whole 'nature versus nurture' debate, and I simply don't have the time nor the patience to get into that right now."
You just stare. This guy was a literalist to the extreme.
"Right now," he continued, "my task is to ensure your safety. I cannot do that if you don't even try-"
You open your mouth to protest but he holds up one finger.
"Do not interrupt me. As I was saying, my job is to keep you alive and I intend to do so. But for that, I need your help. Continue to take care of yourself. Eat, get adequate sleep, and be aware of your surroundings. You must not let the death of another pave the way for your own."
"So what do you suggest I do?"
He leans closer. "Don't let this," he points to your heart, "cloud this." Vergil raises his finger to your forehead.
You nod silently. He returns the gesture and sits back in his chair. "Getting back to the topic at hand, I did mention that Dante got hold of your father, correct?"
"Uh-huh." You perk up, eager to hear any news.
"Mm," he agrees, taking another drink of coffee. "He also managed to get a bit more information out of him. Not much, but some. Apparently, your mother was in the middle of something rather huge. This thing, whatever it is, has some connection to the recent increase of demonic activity. Your mother failed at whatever task was set for her, and she died as a result. Now, your father is attempting the same."
You heart begins to pound. "But what is going on? What's happening? Will he-" you swallow. "Will he die, too?"
"Perhaps. Perhaps not. And, I don't know what is going on exactly. Dante said he refused to give him any more info." Vergil takes another sip. "As far as compensation is concerned, your father will be wiring money directly to my bank account, should this little endeavor of his take longer than originally planned."
Your mouth drops open yet again. "What?"
"I know you heard me."
You slump in your seat and rest your forehead on the table. "This is the worst day ever."
"Indeed."

A bit later, you were stretched out on the living room floor, busy at work on your laptop. You'd managed to connect your wireless to a neighboring signal and you were scouring the web for information on the Sparda twins. Of course you'd heard the legend of Sparda, not many hadn't, but you never imagined it might be true. Could you really be sharing a house with one of his sons?
Wow.
You roll to your back and stare up at the ceiling for a few moments, just trying to take everything in. Earlier, you'd made an attempt at a couple of homework assignments, but your concentration was virtually nil. On top of everything else, you were probably going to fail this semester too.
Ugh. You close your eyes and begin to massage your temples.
"This is 'doing homework'?" A voice asks.
"Leave me alone, Vergil." You mutter.
Instead of leaving, however, you hear deliberate footsteps heading your way. A moment later, the sound of someone taking a seat on the nearby couch. Your eyes remain closed but you can feel his gaze on you. A flush heats your cheeks again. Finally, you turn your head to glance over at him. He's sitting back on the sofa, long legs stretched out in front of him. Vergil wasn't looking at your face, however. His eyes were cast downward towards your exposed legs.
"Do you make it a habit to roll around on other men's floors, or am I the only one who receives such an honor?"
In no mood for sarcasm you offer a tiresome 'yak-yak-yak' gesture, aimed in his direction.
"At least pull your skirt down. Or is that part of your act?" He arches a brow in disapproval.
Huh? You glance down at yourself and feel your ears heat up. Oh, crap. Your dress had inched its way up during your research. Oops. Blushing further, you yank your errant skirt back down to your knees and send him a smoldering glare. "Happy?"
A shrug. "Somewhat."
"Why are you tormenting me? Is it fun for you?" You sit up and lean back on your elbows, watching him with an unhappy expression.
"This is my house, I'll torment whomever I please." Another faint smirk. You wondered if that was actually what constituted a smile in his case. Silence for a moment, then, "How is your head? Are you still in pain?"
"Dull ache, nothing bad. Swellings gone down as well."
He nods and studies you a bit longer before speaking again, "Dante is dropping by later. I've another errand to run that I cannot possibly take you to. He'll be taking over for me briefly."
"Where are you going?"
"On a journey to None of Your Business Land."
You roll your eyes at him, "Hilarious. Really."
"If you keep rolling your eyes at me, I'm going to take them and put them in the jar with the others." His mouth stretches into a slightly wider smile, "They'll make a very pretty addition to my collection."
You stare at him uneasily. Once more uncertain whether or not he was kidding. Vergil watches you with that strange little smile for a moment more before rising to his feet.
As he walks out, he glances back at you over his shoulder, "If you show off those long legs when Dante is around, he'll likely not be as polite as I was about it. You might want to cover yourself a bit more. My brother is not known for his self-control around females."
He leaves you to your business without another look back.
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