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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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"I'm just saying, though. You didn't shove her all over the place when she hugged you," Dante pouted, as Vergil helped him to his feet and over to the sofa. "Why ya gotta do me like that, Verge?" He sounded absolutely heartbroken.
"She'd come apart too easily, like most humans would. No sport. Very boring prey. You're much more durable. Moreover, mother made sure to instill a certain amount of chivalry in us. Recall? As a result, I don't make it a habit to strike an unarmed female if I can help it." He cocked an eyebrow, smiling slightly. "You, however, are an exception to the rule."
"Hey!" Dante cried, insulted.
"And, you also need to sleep it off, idiot. It's lucky I came home when I did. How are you going to protect anyone in the state you're in?" Vergil snaps, as if Dante had never interrupted. He shoves his twin onto the couch. "There. Get some rest and then get out. I've got it handled from here."
"I bet you do." Dante slurred, shooting Vergil a lewd grin. "You jus' wanna handle all her...ow! Quit it! Oh, and guess what? I told her you like marshmallows and bacon. That's right. She knows. Your move, bro!" Dante cried, triumphant, before falling back and beginning to snore.
Vergil glared down at him for a moment or two, then shook his head and retrieved a blanket. He threw it over his twin with an annoyed huff, then turned out the lights and headed towards your room.
You hear a knock at the door and you pad over, cracking it open. Vergil stares back at you, appearing displeased. Your stomach begins to gurgle nervously.
"May I come in?" He asks.
Shrugging, you take a step back and open the door a bit wider. "It's your house. You don't need to ask."
"Just the same, etiquette states that proper decorum is to request permission before entering a lady's room, even if she is only renting it."
You sigh tiredly, but feel oddly flattered at the same time, "Of course, Vergil. Please come in."
"Thank you." He steps in and gestures for you to take a seat on the bed.
You do so without protest, nervously chewing on a nail. You had a strange feeling that you were about to be chastised like a wayward child.
"You do not dictate the terms of this arrangement. I hope you realize this." He begins, pacing slightly.
Your eyes widen, "Pardon me?"
"You will not get intoxicated again. Not while under my watch nor under my roof. I will not tolerate it."
You nod. "I actually don't make a habit of it. Just had a rough day is all." You cast your eyes downward.
"Understood. Just keep in mind what we discussed this morning." He states, staring down at you with those frightening, cold eyes.
"I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Ok?"
At your apology, a semi-surprised expression flitted across his features, then quickly faded. After a moment, he nodded. "I'm going to take you at your word." Vergil stares down at you, still serious, but at least the displeased expression had disappeared. Sort of.
The two of you regard the other silently for an awkward moment.. You tangle a strand of hair around a finger, and glance down at your feet then back up at him, uncertain. He returns your gaze frankly enough and, when you take a closer look, he appears rather tired.
"Are-are you alright?" You ask, tilting your head.
Vergil arches a brow and, again, seems rather surprised at the question. "Yes. Why do you ask?"
"I dunno. You look a little rundown." You smile and try to make amends further. "Want me to make you some tea? I could actually use a cup too."
"Why would you care if I'm tired?" He asks.
You frown at him, wondering if he was being sarcastic. But, after a moment's speculation, you surmise that he seems to be genuinely curious.
"Well," you begin hesitantly, "you're letting me stay in your home, eat your food and the like...even though it's kind of obvious that you'd rather not. I just thought, maybe, it'd be a kind gesture to make you some tea after a rough day, is all. Just to show some sort of appreciation for your efforts." Finished, you flick your eyes up at him earnestly and shrug.
His brow creased and he almost seemed to be on the verge of refusing. Then he stopped, pondered, and shrugged. "Yes, actually. Tea might be nice. Earl Grey, if you don't mind."
You beam and nod eagerly, happy to do something to appease him.
From the next room came Dante's petulant voice, "Hey! I want tea, too!"

"I thought you were sleeping," Vergil grumbled, shooting his twin an annoyed glare.
"I was, then I heard tea was happening, and I figured I wasn't gonna leave you alone with her. She's way too cute for an uptight prude like you." Dante tosses you a wink and you just shake your head, smiling shyly and feeling your ears heat up.
The three of you were sitting around the table, each with a cup of steaming tea. Dante eyed his doubtfully, then merely played with the teabag. Meanwhile, you were just enjoying warming your fingers around the mug. Vergil seemed to be the only one who was actually drinking any. With an impish grin, Dante stirred his tea and then laid the hot spoon against his brother's cheek. Without so much as looking up from his cup, Vergil's left arm lashed out and backhanded Dante off of his chair.
At least, you think that's what happened. Actually, he moved his arm so quickly that you weren't able to register it. Rather, it just appeared that Dante went tumbling backwards of his own accord.
"...Ow... Man, you really need to stop abusing me, V."
"And you really need to stop being an imbecile," Vergil replied calmly, still not deigning to even look at his twin.
You snicker softly, and take a tiny sip.
"Oh, see? Now she's laughing at us, Verge. You gonna take that? If I was you, I'd give her a stern talking to. We all know how good you are at those." Dante climbs back into his chair and makes a huge show of brushing off his coat.
"Why do you two wear red and blue respectively?" You query.
Silence for a moment, while the brothers contemplate. Finally, Vergil shrugs and says, "It's just the way it's always been. Red twin, blue twin. It may be because our father favored purple. Perhaps we, being two halves of a whole, share each color as a symbol."
"Fuck you, Verge, and your 'symbol' shit. Red is way cooler than blue. End. Of. Story."
"Blue, especially in neutral hues, is much more appropriate to wear while fighting. For you see, simpleton, during combat, it tends to fade into the background. As such, it's much harder for enemies to track your movements or anticipate them. Red, on the other hand, stands out and attracts attention. No wonder you're such an irresistible target." Vergil states, matter-of-fact, taking another drink.
"My brother, the walking textbook." Dante mutters, flicking a drop of tea in your direction.
"Is there a reason you're still here, Dante?" Vergil asks, not bothering to keep the irritation out of his tone.
"Mainly, to bother you. But also because I'm curious."
You lift your chin in his direction, intrigued. "About what?"
Dante leans back and clasps his hands behind his head. "Well, I always wondered how Verge would react when he finally found a female he's interested in and-"
Vergil clears his throat loudly and pulls on his collar, glaring at his twin. "If you're quite done being ridiculous, perhaps you'd like to hear about where I was this whole time. I assure you, it's pertinent to this case." He nods in your direction.
Immediately, Dante's expression becomes serious. You give a slight start; it was remarkable how alike they looked when the were both intent upon something. Still though, it was very strange how the same features could appear so different on two separate people.
"What'd you find out? Byron- er... I mean, her dad was really vague. He's never been so closed-mouth on something before. Was weird." Dante frowns slightly.
"Quite right. This whole situation is very odd. So, I did some research of my own. Looked up this gentleman and several of his associates." Vergil begins, sipping his tea calmly. "Apparently, this Byron is in the middle of some strange upheaval. A human revolution or some such nonsense. Among the hunters. There's talk of an alliance between an objecting sector of some hunters and some demons."
"Which means what? How did you figure this out, anyhow?" Dante asks, all business now.
"I've told you that already: I looked him up. In turn, I got the names of some of his close associates. After which, I paid them an informal visit and we all had a nice, informative little chat."
"What'd you do, Vergil?" Dante growls, his eyes flashing momentarily.
"What I had every right to, Dante." Vergil snaps, returning the glare without hesitation. "My nest was attacked by demons the other evening. Despite the wards I'd conjured. I will nottolerate such an invasion without investigating why it might have happened and how to prevent it. Surely you, of all people, should know this. Don't despair. None died."
The red twin sits back, appearing unhappy. "So, how does she factor into all this, then?" He points at you.
"That, I do not know. At first, I merely thought it was some sort of vengeance-based attack. Rest assured, though, I am far from done with my information gathering." Vergil gives you a thoughtful glance.
You'd become more and more uncomfortable throughout the entire conversation. The hollow, cold feeling in your stomach grew into a dull ache and you push your tea away. "What did you mean 'alliance'?"
Vergil's eyes tracked your hand as you moved the cup, "Alliance, dear girl, means that one group joins forces with another unlikely party in order to gain mutual benefits."
You shoot him a disgusted look. "I know the definition." Your voice sharpens. "What I meant was; why are they joining forces? Stop taking everything so literally. You knew what I meant. GOD." You sit back crossly and jut your chin out at him.
The blue twin narrows his eyes at your boldness, but apparently decides to let it go. "That is also unknown for the moment."
Dante was grinning, "She's a sass-mouth, too. Hah! You got balls, babe, givin' my bro an attitude like that. Speakin' of, Verge, why're you taking that, hm? You never let anyone get away with that kinda crap. Seriously," he faces you and leans across the table, "It's because you made him tea."
"Go home, Dante." Vergil says.
"Fine, I'm going." He says, getting to his feet. "I'll try and get in touch with Byron again in a coupla days, see if I can get anything else outta him. And just to give you some peace of mind too, babe."
He gives a slight bow, takes your hand and kisses your fingers. Your ears heat up and you begin to fiddle with the handle of your mug, unused to so much male attention.
Another triumphant grin, "See there, Verge? I can pull off the whole 'dashing gentleman' thing too!"
"Go home, Dante."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Going. You want her all to yourself, I getcha. Ok, I'm out. Ill get in touch with you tomorrow, kay bro?" Dante waves over his shoulder and slams the door behind him.
Vergil shakes his head slightly, "I apologize for him. I hope he was respectful when he was looking after you earlier."
You nod, yawning. "Yeah. He was, actually." A smirk. "Told me about the marshmallow incident when you were a kid."
He tightened his mouth momentarily. "Go to bed, girl."
You chuckle, "Ok. Goodnight, Vergil."
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