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Chapter 10

Liara slowly opened her eyes. She looked around the room from her position, curled up on her side, before she turned onto her stomach, burying her head in the silky, crimson-covered, goose-down pillow and breathing deeply as she stretched. Dante's smell filled her nose, a pleasant mixture of leather and sun. She liked that smell a lot, for some reason.

She smiled as she slowly pushed herself up to sit on her knees. She stretched out her arms and yawned widely, eyes closing involuntarily as her jaw popped in an early-morning pressure release. Behind her a voice spoke up. "Mornin' babe," Dante greeted.

Liara head snapped to the doorway. When she saw him leaning against the door jam, smirking slightly, her arms crossed and she narrowed her eyes at him. "How long have you been there?" she asked.

"A while," he replied, a smile spreading across his lips.

She couldn't help but smile also, despite her efforts to suppress it. She slid out of the bed and walked over to him, leaning up on her tiptoes to give him a small kiss on the lips. She pulled away with a coquettish smile and walked down the hall to Vergil's bedroom door. She lightly tapped on it before opening the door wide enough to stick her head in.

Vergil looked up when the door opened. Liara's eyes creased worriedly when the light hit his face. He didn't look particularly healthy. His face was drawn and deep shadows encircled his eyes, but he hid all other signs of his fatigue well. "How's Dar?" Liara asked softly, opening the door a bit more and stepping slightly into the room.

"She has some color back," he replied in a slightly detached tone.

Liara looked at her sister and smiled a bit, seeing some pink returning to her otherwise pale skin. She looked at Vergil and again noted his tired appearance. "Maybe you should get some sleep," she said gently. "I can stay here if you want," she offered.

"I'm fine," he answered quickly, shaking his head adamantly.

"Okay…"

Vergil turned away from her, looking back at Adara's sleeping form. Liara watched him for a moment then left the room, shutting the door behind her quietly. She walked down the hall and out into the office, coming to a stop in the middle of the room. She looked over at Dante, who was sitting at the desk playing solitaire.

"How is she?" he asked, looking up at her.

"Better. She has some color back in her skin," she replied, walking over to the desk and sitting on the edge of it.

"Well, that's good."

"Yeah… I thought she was going to…" Liara trailed off and looked at the window in the front of the office.

She tried her best to stop her tears from coming, but they welled up in her eyes anyway. She blinked rapidly, determined not to cry again. For all her efforts, a tear managed to escape, running down her cheek. She hastily wiped it away, trying not to show weakness. She knew from the other day that Dante was uncomfortable when she cried.

Dante saw her wipe her face and frowned. "Don't worry; I'm sure she is tough to kill. You two are half-angel after all," he stated with a rare, gentle smile.

She huffed and smiled a bit. "Yeah I guess. We do heal fast but I heard demons heal quicker. Damn lucky demons. I guess that's why I hate them. They always manage to live through anything," she remarked.

Dante raised an eyebrow at her. "They must've not figured out Verg and I are half-demons," he thought, and quickly decided not to mention it. "She said she hated demons, maybe it was best she didn't know," he concluded.

"What can you do huh?" she asked rhetorically, turning to him with a fake smile that barely concealed her worry for her sister.

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Vergil stared blankly at the opposite wall, worry and fatigue in his eyes. His hair had fallen from its spiked-back look into a matted mess against his head. He sighed and ran his hand through the snarled locks again, fidgeting impatiently. He inwardly berated himself for not reacting sooner, for not going out to see what was wrong when he heard the first scream.

A hand dropped to his shoulder, bringing him out of his self-recriminations. He looked up at his brother.

"How is she?" Dante asked gently, looking at Adara.

"Not so good," Vergil replied. "I let Liara believe she was getting better, but…" he trailed off, shaking his head sadly.

"Here," Dante said, holding out a mug toward Vergil. "Coffee. I know you prefer tea," he said to Vergil's questioning glance, "but since you refuse to sleep, I thought this would help you stay awake.

"Thanks," Vergil murmured, taking the cup from his brother's hand. He sighed softly in pleasure as the hot liquid ran down his throat.

The two were silent for a long minute, both staring at the woman in the bed.

"How are you doing?" Dante asked finally without turning. Vergil opened his mouth to answer, but Dante interrupted him. "And don't tell me you're fine. Liara might have bought that, but I'm not going to. How are you really doing?"

"I'm… I don't know," Vergil finally answered. "I'm not the one unconscious, so I suppose, relatively, I'm perfectly fine. Honestly… I don't know. I'm not sure that I'll know until she wakes up."

Dante nodded in acceptance of his brother's answer. "I think I get it."

Vergil looked up at him briefly, before turning back to Adara.

There was another moment of silence, before Vergil held the empty cup up to Dante. "Thank you for the coffee."

Dante just took the cup and nodded, turning and leaving the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

Vergil sighed again, gazing absently across the room. He shook his head irritably and turned his attention downward, focusing his eyes on the floor. He blinked rapidly, trying to stay awake. Still, after a few minutes, his eyes slowly drifted shut against his will. His head sank toward his chest, his forearms rested on his thighs as he slipped into much-needed sleep.

Adara slowly opened her eyes as Vergil's drifted shut. She stared at the ceiling in a bit of a daze as she attempted to figure out where she was. She winced as she felt a sharp pain in her right arm. Lifting it, she saw it was wrapped in plaster, which made her frown in confusion. Very slowly, she pushed herself up, sitting against the headboard of the bed she was in and grimacing in pain.

Adara looked down at the shirt she wore, her eyes widening as she realized it obviously wasn't hers. It was too big. She looked around the room, frowning when she didn't recognize it. A noise on her right drew her attention and she snapped her head to the side, her eyes widening further when she saw a silver-haired man she didn't recognize wearing a tight-fitted black tank-top and sweatpants sitting beside her. She let out a scream, trying to scramble away. The abrupt scream and movement snapped Vergil out of his sleep.

His head moved up groggily and he turned toward Adara. Seeing she was awake his eyes widened in relief, but seeing her movement caused a concerned frown to settle on his face. "Calm down. You will reopen some of your stitches," he soothed.

"Wha- How did I get here!" she asked in a panic. "And who or what are these clothes!" she finished.

"I brought you here. And those are my old clothes," he informed her calmly.

Liara burst in the door and looked around. "What happened!" she asked in alarm. Dante stood behind her quietly.

Her eyes lit on her sister and she smiled widely as she fully registered the scene in front of her. "Dar! You're okay!" she exclaimed.

Liara trotted over to the edge of the bed and gently hugged her sister. Adara grimaced a bit but gave a small smile and hugged back. "I'm a little hungry. Can we get something to eat?" she asked.

Liara nodded and helped her sister lay back. "Wait here, I'll be back bearing sustenance." Her twin leaned against the pillows and nodded. She grinned happily and raised a single finger. "One minute. I'll be right back." She practically skipped out of the room, Dante and Vergil exiting after her.

The ebony-haired girl disappeared down the side hall that led to a small kitchen and reappeared about ten minutes later with a plate of eggs she had made.

Dante and Vergil stood just outside the door to the main room in a slight stupor as they watched Liara run to the kitchen and back, happier than they ever seen her.

"I guess she's happy her sister is okay," Vergil stated as his eyes followed the younger girl to the kitchen.

"Yeah… Kinda scary," Dante replied.

"She is your girlfriend," Vergil quipped, walking back down the hall to his room.

Dante just looked at Vergil as he disappeared into the back.

Liara trotted happily over to her sister and set the plate on her lap and handed her a fork. She sat on the edge of the bed and stared at Adara as she slowly ate the food.

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Outside 'Devil May Cry' a shadowy figure loomed in an alley across the street. Its brightly-glowing orange eyes peered into the office window as it observed the three as they went about their day.

It had seen the half-demon carry Adara into his office the previous day. Its eyes narrowed in anger at the positive energy flowing through the office. The mahogany-haired girl had clearly lived through the attack. This angered him greatly.

His eyes followed the younger half-angel as she disappeared into the kitchen. He strained against his orders, desperately wanting to go in there and finish the two off. His eyes narrowed when he noticed Dante and Vergil. The sons of Sparda were protecting the two girls, he thought. The Master would not be pleased.

As he watched Liara exit the room with a plate and a fork, the shadowy figure sunk further into the shadows.

This would be very important information to the Master. He had to know that the half-breeds were being watched over by the Legendary Dark Knight's own two sons. But he also knew that the news of the failure of the attack on the older half-breed would greatly anger his Master, and cringed at the thought of delivering that particular news.