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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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*Source: /wiki/Albert_Fish

Several days passed without another incident. You'd even managed to set up a tentative routine of sorts: Rise early, shower, have an awkward, silent breakfast with Vergil, then the two of you would separate and do your own thing for the majority of the day. However, he indeed kept his word that you'd be looked after. Not once were you left alone. If he had to run out, Dante or Lady would drop by to "babysit", as he insisted on putting it. You were certain that he used that term just to annoy you.
Strangely enough, though, it was because of these mysterious outings that you and Lady had managed to build an odd friendship of sorts. It had started out innocently enough, with you inquiring about Kalina Ann.
"So, what's with the rocket launcher?" You'd asked.
Lady glanced at you with a raised brow, "Meaning?"
"It's, ah, quite the accessory."
She scrutinized you for a moment, then seemed to relax slightly. "Yeah, it's kinda my trademark. Named it after my mother."
"Oh?"
Lady nodded, smiling rather sadly. "Yeah." She seemed to consider something for a moment, then began to speak again. Without having to ask further, she told you her story, starting with her wanting vengeance against her father. You listen silently, feeling a sort of camaraderie with the huntress. Your mother, after all, had also been murdered. The circumstances weren't exactly similar, but..
"... and so after Dante managed to talk some sense into Vergil, we all fought our way out of the tower together. It was difficult for a couple of years after that. Vergil was still hell-bent on gaining power for the longest time. He still is to some extent, actually. Old habits are hard to break. I remember, though, Dante and him had some really, really, awful fights." Lady shuddered with the memory. "I really thought they might kill each other on a couple of occasions. They inflicted so many wounds on one another that they stopped healing and the two of them would be out for the count. For days after."
You nod, remembering the brothers' stormy relationship.
"Uh-huh. Was scary at times. Dante would get so angry. Don't tell him, but I get nervous when he gets like that. And Vergil, well, he's always angry. Eeesh. Took ages for them to calm down enough to work together. Even now they fight, though not as seriously as they did in the beginning."
"They're so different from each other."
Lady ran a hand through her short hair. "Yeah, entirely. It's weird, though." She said, a musing expression falling over her features.
"Hm?"
She glanced at you, "Their temperaments don't match their actions at all."
You arched a brow, "I don't get you."
"Well," she went on. "Dante has always been the more human of the two -whatever that means- personality-wise. Or so I've always thought."
You nodded. "Sort of seems that way, from the little time I've spent with the two of them together. It's so funny when Dante teases 'Verge'."
"Hah! It is, isn't it? Just don't call him that. Dante is the only one allowed to call him 'Verge'. Anyhow, like I was saying, Vergil is the aloof, colder, meaner, more vicious twin and blah, blah, blah. Right?"
"Uh-huh." You wonder what she was going on about.
"I just always thought it was weird that Dante is so much rougher with people than Vergil."
"Huh? What do you mean?" You frown slightly. Dante seemed nice enough. Not overly rough at all.
Lady shrugged a shoulder, "Haven't you noticed how carefully Vergil handles you?"
You recalled that gentle touch on your back, when he'd been guiding you out of Devil May Cry. "I guess. Why?"
"Dante has a harder time being gentle. I can't even remember the number of times he's given me a 'friendly' slap on the back that sent me sailing across the room. Vergil, on the other hand, has never injured me. Not once. Not on purpose or on accident. Not even when I attacked him in the Temen-ni-gru. He just, I don't know, batted me out of the way. Even listened to what I had to say." Her mouth turns down with the unpleasant memories. "It's just strange. You'd think Vergil would be the one to be rough on humans. Especially given his opinion of us." Now, she sounded like she was trying to figure it out herself.
"He does seem like a walking contradiction, doesn't he." You mused.
"Heh. Yeah. He's the one with all the manners and etiquette, too. Unlike Dante, who's just a pig." She sounded annoyed.
You snickered, nodding. "Hee! I agree. He knocks on the door every time he wants to come into my room. Even though it's his house."
"Pft. What a dork." Lady shook her head in mock-pity.
Somehow, Vergil being called a "dork" struck your funny bone in just the right way. After several minutes of a laughing fit, you finally gather enough control to resume the conversation. "So, uh, has he ever had a girlfriend or anything?"
"Well, well, well. Are we interested in the handsome half-Devil?" She teased.
"Shut-up! No. … Maybe."
"Uh-huh. Thought so. And, I don't know. I don't think so, but then again, I don't spend a lot of time with Vergil." She replied. "But frankly, hon, I wouldn't hold my breath. I don't think Vergil is sexual at all. In fact, Dante thinks he's asexual and uses spores to reproduce."
You snort more laughter, "He told me that Vergil reproduces by budding."
Lady considered then nodded, "Yeah. That also makes sense. Honestly though, I really don't know what Vergil's sexual preference is. If he has one at all."
You recalled his staring at your legs and you silently disagree with Lady. "Ok, I was just curious, is all."
"Fair enough. They are handsome."
Something in her tone made you glance over, "Do you, uh, have a thing for Vergil?"
Lady snorted in derision.
"What about Dante?"
"No," She answered quickly. A bit too quickly, really. "He's an idiot and a playboy. Not to mention half a demon. Just, no."
You watch her thoughtfully until she bristled.
"I don't like him!" She huffed.
You raise both hand up in a warding off gesture, "Ok, ok. Take it easy. I was just asking."
After another silence, you stretch and raise the volume on your laptop. You'd downloaded a few seasons of your favorite shows since Vergil didn't have a television. At first, Lady hadn't been impressed, but after you began watching the first few episodes of "Weeds", she'd become interested despite herself. Now, you two had gone through the first three seasons in one sitting.
"So, uh, tell me more about Vergil." You begin, in what you hoped was a casual tone.
Lady was quiet for a moment, watching you curiously, then shrugged. "Not much to tell. What do you want to know?"
"Well, is he ever in a good mood?"
She shook her head. "Nope."
"Does he hate all humans?"
Another silence. Lady tapped a finger on her thigh and watched as Nancy got into yet another terrible predicament. "Psh," Lady wrinkled her nose. "This bitch needs to have her kids taken away." She muttered to the screen.
You nod, still waiting for her to respond.
"I don't know," She finally replied. "I don't think it's hatred per se. It's more contempt, than anything. Vergil's got an aversion to weakness. Hence the quest for power. It probably stems from childhood trauma."
You thin your mouth, "He's already insanely powerful, though. I mean, just, yikes."
"You have no idea. You've only seen a fraction of what those two are capable of. Trust me."
"Where did Vergil go, anyhow? Seems like he's been pawning me off on you guys whenever he gets the chance."
Lady grinned, then snickered.
"What's funny?"
"Dante told me he's been visiting an old library, looking for books on how to counteract attraction. But I think he was just kidding."
You stare blankly at her. "I thought he was trying to figure out why demons are trying to kill me."
She waved a hand dismissively, "Still a mystery, I'm afraid. Dante's been trying to get ahold of your dad for a couple of days now. We think he might be dea-" She stops abruptly when she notices the look on your face. "Oh, shit. I'm sorry. I can be a thoughtless jerk sometimes."
You shrug miserably, "S'ok." But, really, it wasn't.
You were becoming more and more worried about your father. Granted, a new deposit had just been wired to Vergil's bank account this morning, which gave you some slight hope, but there hadn't been any other communication for several days now.
"And I don't actually know where he's been going," She went on, chewing a nail. Lady suddenly glared at the monitor and flipped it off with both hands. "You stupid bitch! Don't youever learn your lesson?!"
You blinked, "Ah, I don't think she does. This show is on season eight now."
"Really? Awesome. It's good. Moving along, I think maybe he's been sniffing around trying to find out more about this uprising."
"A sound theory," A voice behind you states calmly.
You both jumped and simultaneously glance over your shoulders. Vergil was standing in the entrance to the living room with an arched brow.
"Nice. Real nice, Devil-boy. How long have you been standing there eavesdropping on us?" Lady snapped.
Vergil shot her a cool stare, "It's hardly 'eavesdropping' if I'm in my own home. And, don't worry, I've only just arrived. I didn't hear any juicy secrets and I likely wouldn't be interested in them if I had."
Lady offered him a rude gesture and turned her attention back to the program. You flash a smile at your host. "Welcome back. Want some tea?"
"N- … Alright." He nodded and tugged at his collar.
"Coming up. Be right back, Lady." You scuttle to the kitchen and began filling the teapot.
Lady arched a brow and turned her head slightly, an interested expression on her face.
"Want some, Lady?" You call.
"Naw! Think I'm gonna head out after this episode is over." She chewed a nail again and hesitated. "Can I- Can you- I mean, can we watch some more soon, though? I kinda want to know what happens."
"Sure! Whenever." You smile and turn the stove on.
Lady glances at Vergil. "I'm outta here, then. Unless you're planning to leave again?"
He shook his head. "I'm finished for the day. You're excused."
An exasperated huff of air. "Don't test me, Devil-boy. I know getting shot in the face won't kill you, but I bet it hurts plenty just the same."
"I'm terrified. Truly." He responded, a bored look on his features.
"You know what, hon?" Lady called.
You poke your head out from the kitchen, "Eh?"
"I take it back. They're both equally annoying." She stomped out and slammed the door behind her.
Vergil closed his eyes briefly as the slam echoed down the hallway. "Absolutely no manners whatsoever. It's appalling." He muttered.
"Aw, she's just passionate about everything is all. Nothing wrong with that." You coo sweetly, in the voice you knew grated on him a bit.
As expected, a crease appeared between his brows at your tone. "Stop that. I've had a trying day and I don't need a bigger headache than the one I've already got."
Your smile disappeared. "I'm sorry. I bought aspirin. You want aspirin? I can get you some aspirin."
"No. Just the tea, please." He sat at the table and reached for the book he'd been reading for the last couple of days.
"What's that you're reading?" You ask, bringing him his tea.
Glancing up briefly, he shrugged. "A book on the life of Ed Gein."
"The serial killer?"
"Mm." He took a sip of tea and a tiny smile crossed his mouth before fading.
"I once did a report on Albert Fish. Ever heard of him?"
Vergil takes another drink and nods."'Hamilton Howard 'Albert' Fish was an American serial killer. He was also known as the Gray Man, the Werewolf of Wysteria, the Brooklyn Vampire, the Moon Maniacand The Boogey Man. A child rapist and cannibal, he boasted that he 'had children in every state,' and at one time put the figure at around 100.
However, it is not clear whether he was talking about rapes or cannibalization, less still whether he was telling the truth. He was a suspect in at least five murders in his lifetime. Fish confessed to three murders that police were able to trace to a known homicide and he confessed to stabbing at least two other people. He was put on trial for the kidnapping and murder of Grace Budd, and was convicted and executed by electric chair.*' He was quite the insane individual." He flicks his eyes back up at you for a quick moment before returning to his book.
You nod in agreement and sit, resting your chin in your hands. "They also found over two dozen needles he self-embedded into his pelvis and perineum. Can you imagine?" You shudder.
"No. Nor do I wish to. Fascinating, however, that when the human brain goes awry, it does so in the most unimaginable ways. I find it very interesting. Rather humorous actually."
You blink at him. "How is it funny? Like, at all?"
Vergil looks up at you again, "Humans, overall, are a simple species. Merely slightly evolved primates. However, you've one of the most sophisticated brains on this earth. I find the irony amusing."
"I find it amazing how you manage to insult a whole species so politely."
"Thank you."
You issue an exasperated huff, "It wasn't a compliment."
"Does it matter?"
"..."
He smirks at your silence. It was small but it was there.
"Want to watch Dexter with me?" You ask, perking up hopefully.
"Television is crap." He replied bluntly.
"You might like this show. It's about a vigilante serial killer. He rambles on and on just like you do. I think you might find a kinship with him." Another sweet smile.
"Go away, brat." A pause. "Perhaps another time. I want to be alone right now."
"Ok, ok." You say, taking the hint and getting to your feet. "I'll leave you alone now." You head towards the living room to download the first season of Dexter for him.
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