You officially hated pizza. Being only nineteen years old you should have never had to say something like that. But, there it was. You hated pizza. (E/c) irises flickered across span of the poorly lighted hotel room to land on the red leather clad demon hunter seated near the doorway, Rebellion resting against the doorframe. Running a hand through his hair, you feel his gaze fall to you. You notice the few rays of light that streamed through the slits in the curtains reflect the clear disdain on his face. Though whether it was directed at you or the fact that he was stuck here while the rest of the group went out searching for the Winchesters you weren't sure. And, quite honestly, you were too afraid to ask.
Dante's boots taping the ground was the only sound in the suffocating room. Well, you weren't counting the erratic thumping of your heart against your ribs. You were certain the only other person who could hear it was Trish, as she had placed her hand over yours. Lady's eyes held clear disgust at the very mention of working for absolutely nothing.
"So," Her voice always held that edge to it. That clear tone that said she wasn't going to take anyone's shit, a tone she used on Dante occasionally when he overstepped a boundary with you. Now, however, it seemed that she was trying to cut you with her words alone. "We're supposed to go on a wild goose chase, not taking any jobs while we do this, all because some other DEMON told you to?"
"No." Your eyes, previously focused on the faded pattern of flowers on the bedspread snapped up to the brunette. "I'm not saying YOU are supposed to do anything. If you don't want to go, don't. But Ruby, the demon's name by the way, she said these guys are losing faith. They're fighting the same war we are-"
"Except you aren't fighting." Lady snarled. "You want us to risk our lives while you give us directions and cheer from the sidelines?" You couldn't look at the men in the room, terrified to see agreement in their eyes.
"You're right Lady. I can't fight as well as you. And no one said anything about fighting. Ruby said they just need to know they aren't alone. Isn't that why you started partnering with Devil May Cry? Or are you such a greedy, heartless person that money is all you care about?" You match her tone, standing up and leaning over the table. You could feel the power of your ancestors flooding your veins, building in your palms.
"Don't act like you're so high and mighty. You mooch off them more than I-" You had always found the sound of Vergil drawing Yamato from its sheath to be like music, the gentle ringing that sounded through the air and the gleam of the metal was like living art. Seeing him in combat was like watching a timelessly practiced dance.
Seeing him press the blade to someone's throat on your behalf brought a shudder rippling through your body.
"Leave, Lady." You thought Lady's tone was frightening; Vergil's was pure ice. You could feel the temperature drop in the room as the words left the half-demon's lips. Not even Lady was foolish enough to provoke him further. She backed away, turning on her heel to walk out of the room. The door echoed as it slammed shut behind her.
No one spoke, the silence hung in the air like an unspoken law meant to uphold. Of course, with that being the case you really shouldn't have been surprised when Dante stood from where he had perched himself against the wall.
"Well, if we're doing this we should get started huh? Vergil why don't you wait here with the pipsqueak while the rest of us take a look around." You opened your mouth, though whether to protest or ask to accompany them you weren't quite sure at that the time. You don't get the chance, either way. The piercing stare that Vergil turns on you has you clamping your mouth shut with a loud clap.
"You did good (Y/n)." Trish's words were said quietly into your ear as she passed by, leaving close behind Dante while Nero let out a loud sigh, mumbling something about stubborn idiots.
And you were alone with Vergil.
"Vergil?" He glanced at you, eyes conveying icy disinterest. You push a strand of hair away from your eyes, falling back into the chair. "Thank you." He doesn't show any sign of caring, running a cloth over his blade.
"Rest, now." You nod, knowing better than to argue. You shuffle quietly to the couch, lowering yourself down to it and curling up in a small ball while burying your face beneath one arm. It's no longer than five minutes before you're fast asleep.
You shifted in your sleep, feeling a rush of warmth flood your side all of a sudden. With a sleepy growl, you inch closer burrowing your head into source. The crisp, clean scent is a refreshing surprise considering you fell asleep on a stained motel couch.
And the heat was disappearing.
You arms shoot out, hands grappling for the elusive heater. Coarse material assaults your palms and you clench you fists around it, pulling it closer. It doesn't move though, not for several seconds. Scowling, you tug a bit harder. And finally it gives way, gently falling beside you.
"You're so foolish…" Weird, sounds like Vergil's right above you…
No matter, you had your heat. You were warm, and felt safe. That was all you wanted at the moment.
The chair screeched as you pushed back, sighing as you stretched your arms high above your head.
"Where are you going babe?" You roll your eyes as you move toward the door, hand closing around the knob. You almost laugh as Dante does exactly what you knew he would; his hand closes around your upper arm and gives a little tug.
"Dante," You sigh, trying to shake his hand off. "I'm just going to get some air. This hotel room smells like pizza and cheap hookers." You don't need to look back to see the distrust in his eyes, his entire demeanor for the past few days has simply conveyed distrust to the highest extent. Note the reason he was sitting in the room at this moment instead of out hunting demons, or clues.
"Hey," His tone is light, but you know Dante better than that by now. Nothing about this situation is light at the present time. "Don't hate the working girls or the food." You roll your eyes, pulling again only to have him pull in his direction using much more force than you. You stumble back into the room just as he slams the door shut.
"Dante…" He glances over his shoulder, lips twisting up on the edges.
"(Y/n)…" You cross your arms, plopping down the bed and turning away from the man. You can hear him closing the distance between the two of you, but you don't turn back. Not if he was going to treat you like some little girl who couldn't take care of herself.
"Babe," You gasp as he throws himself into your lap, arms folded behind his head as he gaze's up at you. "You can't go on ignoring me forever, I mean damn you've already forgive the snow cone." You blink, opening your mouth to say that, for starters you weren't upset with them any longer, and that you and Vergil had barely spoken last night. But the cocky devil hunter holds up his hand, clapping it over your mouth as his pale sapphire irises dance in amusement. "And you know we're only treating you like this because we don't have any other little girls to worry about us and follow us around the way you do. Besides, Trish would have my ass if something happened to you."
You growl, trying to dislodge Dante from your lap so you can properly glower at him from across the room. So maybe you weren't the best fighter, but that didn't give him any damn right to treat you like a child. It certainly didn't mean he could talk to you like one either. "Dante get your ass up."
The bed creaks in protest as you squirm, trying to push the man away (preferably to the ground) so you could scuttle away. He only smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist and holding you in place. "Ain't gonna happen babe. Vergil said not to let you outta my sight…speaking of Vergil. You two looked pretty cozy last night."
If you hadn't been confused by his earlier comment, you certainly were now. "What," you lean backward, bracing yourself on your elbows. "Are you talking about?"
Dante arches an eyebrow, but obliges you nonetheless. "You were all cuddled up together in bed. What? Don't look at me like that, babe. It'll cause wrinkles." Your scowl deepens as you lift a hand smack him over the head.
"Idiot, I was not." Dante chuckles, catching your hand and pinning to the bed beneath him.
"But you were. My point is, if you can be all cuddly with Mr. Frigid ass so soon, why are you still pissed at me?" You recoil slightly at the almost seriousness in his tone, as though your answer actually held an impact on him. You sit up once again, looking down at the older devil hunter as he smirks back up at you. But he already ruined the image of womanizer for the time being.
"I was never pissed at you, or Vergil, or Nero. Not really. Sure you tick me off when you treat me like a kid, or when Vergil keeps information from me because he thinks I won't understand, or when Nero refuses to teach me a certain move because he doesn't think I can handle it, but I can never really be angry at you guys." He hums, closing his eyes. And for a few minutes, you think he's gone to sleep.
But then, as you're about to lay back and wallow in your thoughts, he cracks an eye open. "Why not babe?" You sigh, grabbing the bridge of your nose before knocking him gently on the top of his head.
"Because you guys are my family. Now get your big ass off me my legs are falling asleep." Dante's laughing, but finally moving when Trish comes through the door. Her eyes seem to glow when she notices you scowling at the son of Sparda while snickers at whatever it was he had done to you. A smile lights her lips as she holds out a flyer for you, hands going to rest on her hips while your (e/c) irises scan the page.
"What's that?" Dante mutters, shifting on the rickety mattress to peer over your shoulder.
"That," You can hear the smirk in her voice as she looks at the two of you. "Would be our first step to finding the Winchester brothers, maybe." You look at her, head tilted lightly to the side as you allow yourself to absorb all the information you had just received.
"They have a book series?" She shrugs while crossing her arms and coming to sit beside you, shooing Dante out of the way.
"Apparently their last name is never mentioned in the books, but from the information you've given me, this has to be them."
"Yeah alright," Dante climbs off the bed, causing both Trish and you to bounce several times before coming back to rest once again. The devil hunter moves to the bag beside the bed, digging inside to pull out an opened beer bottle. "So what do we need to do? That flyer said be ready to 'play the part'. What the hell does that mean?"
"It means…" Trish looks at you as she trails off, whispering in your ear and causing you to giggle.
"I guess we're buying Vergil and you suits!"